Y. Vonne Beck? Volume 3

By L. R. Gerstein

Y. Vonne Beck survives the abduction of her beloved child Jonathan by his long-lost father, and mother and son are reunited. But she now faces an excruciating breakup with the man she finally found love with, Asher Zilbeh. Vonne sets out to change her life: a new apartment, a new career and a new husband. She works hard to better herself and even harder to extricate Asher from her soul.

A humble request for leniency takes Vonne to New York City. A terminal diagnosis melts her hardened heart and she relents to Ken's appeal to visit his son in person, after she'd had him banned from entering Canada six years ago.

In a city of millions of people it seems unimaginable; still, there on a sidewalk in the heart of Manhattan he stops and stares at her. Vonne has not seen Asher since he snatched Jonathan away from Ken in Japan and returned him to her waiting arms. Her heart begins to race. She can't bear to see him and rushes off as tears flood her eyes.

That happenstance and continued coincidental meetings spark a raging fire in Asher. He needs to find her, to get through to her. He wants her to know the truth.

However, the truth comes with a tower of guilt. A profound hurt burgeons as painful realities set in, take root and sprout ineffable regret. Vonne's busy yet stable life is suddenly inundated with torturous complexity—with the truth buried deep inside.

Vonne lets go of her pragmatic sensibilities and follows her heart, which leads her through a maze of emotional turmoil: shock, awe, anger, dread and fear. Can love be waiting on the other side, and will she find the strength, at last, to accept it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tellwell Talent
• Release date: Mar 29, 2019
• ISBN: 9780228810278

L. R. Gerstein

L. R. Gerstein grew up in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, the eldest of six children. She lived a rather sheltered life with her mother, father and siblings. No one ever stepped outside of her parents' comfort zone or dared to venture beyond what was expected of them.Growing up with a passion for drawing and painting, she'd hoped to attend art college. The powers that be—her parents—fiercely objected, and without consideration redirected her to administrative studies.Ms. Gerstein married at twenty and gratefully found herself pregnant at twenty-one. Motherhood was fulfilling and rewarding—more so than studying that which disinterested her at community college, and she dropped out before graduating.Raising four children kept her on her toes 24/7. Life was hectic, chaotic at times, but always filled with love. When her children were grown and much more independent than she ever was, she decided to resurrect her adolescent passion. However, she quickly realized that her youthful, voracious appetite had diminished long ago.In the mid 1990s, something inside her sparked, flickered and lit a new creative path. The elements of composition in art had transformed within her and the written word flowed. A five-by-seven indigenous painting inspired a story. Her son, a student of film at the time, liked the idea and suggested she write a short, detailed outline. Some eight hundred pages later, her first novel was complete and she felt a quiet sense of accomplishment.With no formal training, she writes purely for pleasure. Y. Vonne Beck? is her second novel, a labour of love finished in 2003.As a busy wife, mother and grandmother, many obstacles—new life, illness, death, general annoyances—stood between her and publishing the book. With her life in a slower rhythm, now seems the right time to put it in print.She and her husband live well, and have managed to sustain their marriage of forty-seven years. They are well travelled and hope to continue their adventures.

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CHAPTER 1

I haven’t seen him in six years, Jonathan raged at his mother. I want to see my father, face to face! Haven’t you punished him enough?

Vonne let the pile of books she was carrying drop to the floor. No.

No, you won’t let me see him? Jonathan crossed his arms, ready to take her on. Or no, you haven’t punished him enough?

Both. Vonne didn’t want to hear his lament. Get out and let me get this room in order.

No! Jonathan yelled, frustrated. I’m fourteen. I’m taller than you. He can’t steal me. He wouldn’t.

The man hasn’t paid a cent in support. Vonne picked up the dust rag and proceeded to wipe down the shelves.

Why should he? Jonathan stood to the side watching her work. He can’t cross the border.

Be grateful you can speak to him on the telephone and see him on the computer. He’s a criminal, Jon. Kidnapping is a serious offence.

He didn’t mean it. Jonathan ripped the rag from her hand.

Who are you kidding? Vonne grabbed the duster back. Don’t be naïve. The abduction was premeditated, and his intention deliberate. I wasn’t part of the parental equation. Sorry, kid. Vonne gave it to him straight, Ken has never apologized, he’s made no effort to contact me, and as far as I’m concerned, he’s a non-entity.

Like Asher? Jonathan raised his voice. What the hell did he do to you?

Don’t ever speak to me that way. Vonne pointed her finger at him. I’ve told you time and again he preferred an alternative lifestyle.

Jonathan pounded his fist on the wall. You’re wrong. He’s not gay.

And just how would you know? Vonne walked out of their tiny library and stomped off to the kitchen. You were eight years old.

Because you loved him. You were happy. Jonathan stood behind her. I’ll bet you still love him.

No. Vonne shook her head and laughed a little.

You haven’t had a boyfriend since… Jonathan took his mother by her shoulders to stop her from walking away from him. You only married Martin because…

We both know exactly why I married Martin. Vonne turned around and glared at her son. And none of this has anything to do with your father. So, if you don’t mind, my heart, I’d like to get my books in order and clean up. I plan on doing nothing for at least a week.

You don’t know how to do nothing. Jonathan followed her to her bedroom.

I’m a fast learner, Vonne laughed.

I still want to see Ken. Jonathan let himself fall back on her bed.

Get off. She lightly kicked his feet. And fix my comforter. And no, it’s out of the question. He isn’t the man I’d hoped he’d be.

He’s my father. Jonathan turned on the tears. You always say family is the most important thing. I want you to let him come. Please, Mum.

Why this sudden interest? Vonne lifted her long-sleeve sweatshirt over her head and tossed it into her laundry hamper. She opened her dresser drawer, chose a T-shirt and promptly put it on. That’s better. It’s warm in here.

Maybe you’re perimenopausal, Jonathan laughed.

Not funny, wise guy. She suddenly felt the urge. Gotta pee. Vonne walked out of her bedroom and headed to the bathroom. Jonathan followed, not letting the issue go.

It’s not sudden. I’ve always wanted him to come back. Vonne closed the bathroom door; Jonathan continued his debate. He leaned against the wall and said, You could be at the reunion.

Nope. Vonne tinkled and sighed in relief. Ahhh. I don’t want to see him.

But I do, and he said he would if you work out the legalities. Jonathan had never been so insistent. He had, on the odd occasion over the years, asked if he could go to New York to visit. Vonne never had to articulate an answer, she had only to look at him impassively.

Tell me—she opened the bathroom door—how is it that you can forgive him for his wrongdoing and you have no compassion for what he did to me, to us?

I’m here with you. Jonathan hugged his mother and laughed. You won the prize. Me!

You’re not a prize, Jon. Vonne didn’t think he was funny. You’re my child.

It takes two, doesn’t it? Jonathan looked at her beseechingly.

I wanted him to be part of your life. Vonne went to the kitchen. I wanted that from the time I found out I was pregnant. You have no idea how… Vonne paused and it took no longer than a second for her to restrain her vindictive words. …what I felt.

Mum… Jonathan continued his argument, determined to show her the light. It’s time to let go. I can guarantee I won’t leave you. Please, I want my dad in my life.

He’s in your life. She would not concede. The telephone is a wondrous invention, as is the Internet.

No! he shouted at her. It’s not enough. I never ask for anything. I work, I go to school, I sat at home alone when you were… You’re not fair. He thought guilt would have been a sure thing.

I’m glad you know what’s not fair for you. She crossed her arms as she made her point. When you’re a little older and able to look out for your own interests, you’ll do well knowing what’s fair. I don’t want to hear anymore. I have to finish what I started. Now you can either help me out or go off and do what you want. Jonathan went to his room and slammed the door.

They lived in the two-and-a-half-bedroom apartment for nearly six years. Cliff knew someone who knew someone who owned the twenty-suite building located in the heart of downtown at the end of a quiet court—the only multi-dwelling complex on the street. All the other residences were single-family homes. Though not particularly large, the houses varied in size and design, and every one was well maintained. The houses and the apartment building had been constructed throughout the 1920s, before the Great Depression. The neighbours took great pride in preserving the original architecture and charm of the small community.

Vonne and Jonathan lived comfortably there. The apartment had been vacated shortly after Jonathan returned home from Japan. Cliff lent Vonne the money for the first and last month’s rent. Ruby’s family continued to be supportive. The Becks moved in the first week of September. They met Martin Sekulic, the building’s superintendent, the day he showed them the small ground-floor suite. As odd as it seemed, Vonne married Martin at the end of November.

CHAPTER 2

Ruby called in the morning. Jonathan had gone off to school. Ruby and Vonne finalized their plans.

Except I can’t leave Tali, Ruby specified.

Vonne laughed. That’s why I’m going. Don’t worry, Rube. I’m quite capable.

No. I know, I didn’t mean to insult you, Ruby quibbled, a little flustered thinking of anyone else, even Vonne, caring for her daughter.

Then take a deep breath, relax and think of us in New York and all that shopping. Vonne hoped appealing to her friend’s chic sense of style would take the edge off. The guys can hang out at home—Cliff and Aaron baching it.

They’re not bachelors, Ruby laughed. My grandmother’s there for backup. She may be eighty-six, but that gal’s still got it all goin’ for her.

You’re right there, Rube. Vonne couldn’t argue, Ruby’s grandmother was a woman on the move.

And Jono? Ruby thought he might stay with Cliff.

He’s crashing at Corey’s for the weekend.

I think it’s great that the boys stayed friends all these years, Ruby commented.

Me too. Vonne had a meeting to get to and couldn’t talk longer. So, we leave Friday morning for New York City.

Done deal. Cliff’s taking us to the airport. See ya six-thirty on the dot. Ruby smooched two quick kisses into the receiver. Bye.

Jon. Vonne rummaged through her purse. You have the number where we’re staying?

I have everything, Mum. You and Ruby go, enjoy yourselves. I’ll be at Corey’s. His dad’s picking me up at the subway station and I can call Cliff if I need him. Go and have fun.

Ruby had asked Vonne to join her. With three coffee shops to manage and his latest venture opening in two weeks, Cliff remained tied to Toronto. Even with their two-year-old son Aaron with him, he could still oversee his business. Ruby was going to represent her husband at a head-office conference. Vonne was going as a favour to Ruby, with all expenses paid by Cliff, to help out with five-month-old Tali and for a change of scenery since she’d never been to the Big Apple. And unbeknownst to her son, she’d agreed to meet Ken.

CHAPTER 3

The hotel on 72nd Street, near Columbus, was clean, quaint and reasonably priced. They checked in at ten-thirty a.m.

Ruby, stop fussing over the baby. Vonne had to reassure her. Go to your meeting. Tali and I will be fine. I’ll unpack, give her a bottle and take her for a walk.

I should be back here by four at the latest. Ruby spoke quickly, clearly hyper. Bye. She opened the door. It closed behind her and locked automatically. Vonne heard the lock click again and the door open. Ruby stuck her head in. Don’t forget to take the diluted apple juice when you go out.

Go! Vonne shouted.

Tali, Cliff and Ruby’s adorable infant daughter—happy and content for the most part—cried only when hungry or in need of a diaper change. Vonne fed her. She sat in the chair overlooking the view of the street. The baby sucked down her mother’s milk and was ready for an afternoon stroll. Vonne slipped the pink and white bonnet over Tali’s tufts of blond and red hair and tied a bow under the baby’s double chin. We’ll just get you into this jacket, sweet stuff, and we’re ready to go. Vonne fitted Tali into the designer getup and fastened her into the lightweight stroller. She hung the diaper bag down the back and off they went.

Ken sat on a bench, his face staring blankly at the blue and white sky, waiting in the park. His directions were right on the mark.

Vonne roused him from his daydreaming. Hello.

Oh. Ken stood. Vonne. He appeared nervous. Thank you for this.

She shrugged. You said it was important.

It’s more than that. Ken gestured for her to sit. The little girl’s sweet, he said, and smiled unpretentiously.

Yes, she is. Vonne sat down and adjusted the stroller, turning Tali’s back to the sun.

I understand your distrust. He looked down as if ashamed. I don’t believe an apology is enough.

It would have been a start had it been offered years ago, Vonne said bitterly. Now it’s irrelevant. A more honourable man…

You’re right. Ken just wanted to have his say, not listen to a sermon. It is irrelevant. I asked you here to beg for leniency. I must see my son—touch him, hold him.

You’ll have to give me more. Vonne sensed something not quite right. He looked pale and seemed weary.

I have a brain tumour, Vonne. His eyes met hers. She believed him, and her immediate tears took her completely by surprise.

You’re crying for me? Ken touched her hand. She pulled away.

Jonathan loves you. Vonne felt ill. I’m sorry, Ken.

It’s benign. Still, it grows and will, at some point, be my demise in the not-too-distant future, he said, being straightforward. Surgery, a craniotomy, possibly twelve hours of screwing with my brain, so to speak, would most likely leave me severely incapacitated in some way should I actually survive the operation. The doctor didn’t offer much hope.

Can I help in any way? Vonne pulled a tissue from her bag to dry her eyes and blow her nose.

I would like to have a personal relationship with Jonathan. Ken crossed his arms and lowered his eyes, humbling himself.

Yes. Without another thought, she agreed. Having lived through it herself, she understood only too well the importance of sharing precious time. They sat together for more than an hour discussing the situation and plans for Jonathan’s future.

The years had not been kind to him. He and Miki divorced. Early in their marriage, Miki refused to have children and then when she decided to go ahead with a pregnancy, Ken discovered he was sterile. By that time, Miki had her heart set on bearing a child. Their marriage ended badly, both parties at each other’s throat, fighting over money. Ken gave her a hefty one-lump-sum settlement and severed all ties. He then moved to New York and put down roots in Manhattan, purchasing a small condo with a view of Central Park.

Jonathan’s existence became even more important to him. He thought about the boy constantly. His pride kept him from contacting Vonne. Though she allowed Jon to stay in touch via the Internet, Ken never faced his transgressions against Vonne.

She graciously gave into Jonathan’s requests to be in touch with his father. Vonne tried to screen every correspondence, not wanting her name to be part of any printed matter. Nor would she remove the restrictions that had been set in place: Ken would be arrested should he attempt to enter Canada.

His grave situation forced his hand. Ken, desperate to be with his son, took it upon himself to contact Vonne by phone after Jonathan’s attempt for clemency failed. Ken said it was urgent but refused to give further details. Ruby’s offer to go to New York seemed a sad twist of fate.

Vonne’s disbelief turned to anger. Her son was being robbed. As a medical professional, she clearly understood the situation; as a mother, logic and science didn’t apply. She had seen so much heartache and sorrow working in the hospital, and in as much as she could relate to her patients, she knew where to draw the line, most of the time, between empathy and attachment. Now her son would most likely experience what she had: the loss of a parent at a crucial age. Regardless of the distance she had established between herself and Ken, he was the father of her child. She remembered their closeness, their time together, and she remembered the innocence of young love. They decided to tell Jonathan together.

Ken left. Vonne lingered in the park a while longer, collecting her thoughts and offering Tali a drink. The baby sucked for a very short time then pushed the bottle away, not all that keen on diluted juice. After three attempts to give her more, Vonne gave up. They continued their walk.

Look at the horses, Tal. Vonne stopped and pointed to the single row of horse-drawn carriages lining the 59th Street curb. The animals mesmerized the baby. Vonne released her from the safety harness and picked her up. She cautiously approached one of the steeds. It’s a big horse, sweetness. Vonne kissed Tali’s cheek.

How ‘bout a ride through the park, pretty lady? the carriage driver winked.

Is that for me or the baby? Vonne laughed.

The driver tried again. Come on…

No, thanks. Vonne stood back. She was afraid of the horse, and she really couldn’t afford the fare.

Out of the corner of her eye she focused on two men leisurely walking, having a conversation and minding their own business. Why them? she thought. The sidewalk is filled with pedestrians. The one on the right wore a large floppy hat and sunglasses. With the warm temperature, a T-shirt, jeans and sandals sufficed. The other man, hatless, wore sunglasses and dressed similarly to his friend. Both were rather non-descript.

The carriage driver continued his pursuit, trying to deal a steal of a ride for Vonne and the baby. I’m the one who should be bargaining, she laughed. Vonne felt a strange sensation; someone stood staring at her. The carriage driver looked beyond Vonne’s shoulder. She turned out of curiosity.

Vonne? The voice sent chills through her. It is you?

I’m sorry, you’ve mistaken me for someone else, she said with conviction. He removed his sunglasses and then reached for hers.

She pushed his hand away. No. Vonne, with Tali in her arms, grabbed the stroller and rushed off. She looked back at him watching, staring at her. Leave me alone.

Her heart continued pounding. She had not seen Asher from the time they’d said goodbye at the airport the day he returned Jonathan. Her tears trickled involuntarily at a steady pace. She could feel herself trembling.

Vonne stopped after crossing the street. She determined she’d put enough distance between them and sat the baby in the stroller.

Vonne changed Tali, fed her a couple of ounces of her mother’s bottled milk and then placed the baby in her crib for her afternoon nap.

The phone rang—just Ruby checking in. How’d it go? She knew of Vonne’s arrangement with Ken.

We’ll talk at dinner. Vonne needed to rest. I’m lying down. Tali’s asleep.

Dinner time was sombre. Vonne talked to Ruby about Ken. They both cried for Jonathan. Though theirs had not been a tactile relationship, Vonne never interfered with Ken and Jonathan’s long-distance father/son alliance. Now she worried how Jon would handle the initial news, and then actually deal with the horrific situation.

Suddenly, she had an alarming thought. What if he blames me for keeping them apart, for depriving him of Ken’s physical presence for six years?

Don’t beat yourself up over this. Ruby placed a caring hand on her best friend’s shoulder. It’s not your fault the guy’s sick. He’s lucky you didn’t throw him in jail for stealing Jono! Vonne didn’t mention Asher.

They trekked from store to store on Saturday. Ruby shopped and Vonne dropped all the parcels into the trunk of the cab.

How are we ever going to get all this home? Vonne scratched her head, looking at the load.

Don’t worry. Ruby climbed into the back seat. I brought an extra suitcase.

Tali cried till all hours of the night. Ruby paced the floor with her, rocked her in her arms and tried nursing. The baby couldn’t find a comfortable position.

It’s probably gas, Ruby reasoned. Go to sleep, Vonne. She had opened her eyes momentarily.

Tali finally fell sleep around three o’clock Sunday morning. Vonne had been so tired from the shopping marathon that even the baby’s incessant wailing didn’t hinder her sleep.

By the time seven a.m. rolled around, Vonne had had her six hours. She wanted to go back to sleep, it just didn’t happen for her. So as not to disturb Ruby and the baby, Vonne dressed and went downstairs to the hotel’s coffee shop. The maître d’ showed her to a cozy booth. A vanilla latté and an apple/cinnamon muffin, thanks. The server marked down her order. Armed with a good book, Vonne prepared to entertain herself for at least an hour.

She quartered the muffin, rested her back against the sidewall of the booth and then stretched her legs out across the length of the bench. Vonne tasted the coffee and then opened her book to the dog-eared page.

It could have been a half hour, maybe a little longer. Her concentration was shockingly broken; no loud noises, only his soft hello.

Vonne. Asher sat down across from her.

You had someone follow me? To all appearances she remained calm. What the hell? She sat up and shifted around so that her legs fit under the table.

I couldn’t help it, he smiled at her. I had to see you.

Had to? She shook her head. I don’t think so. It’s been—

Six years. Asher raised his hand and signalled the waiter.

Yes, sir? he said as he held his order pad ready.

Coffee, please. Asher folded his hands on the table. You look great. Your hair’s long. He admired her shoulder-length tresses. How’ve you been?

As you can see—Vonne remained aloof—I’m very well.

And Jonathan? he asked, his interest genuine.

He’s so wonderful, Vonne smiled.

I’m glad. Asher reached to touch her hand.

He never made the connection. She drew back. Absolutely not. He let the spitefulness go.

How’s your husband? Asher knew she’d married. And her gold wedding band displayed prominently on the fourth finger of her left hand established her status.

I don’t think that should matter to you. Vonne picked up her coffee cup and finished the last cold swallow. The waiter placed a mug in front of Asher and filled it.

Please. Vonne indicated she’d like a refill. Thanks. What do you want, Asher? She crossed her legs in an attempt to make herself more comfortable.

Nothing, he smiled. I just wanted to see you.

Well, you’ve had your look. Now go.

Don’t want to waste a perfectly good cup of coffee. He took a quick sip. How’s Wilson? Vonne didn’t answer. Asher tried again. And Ruby and Cliff?

Fine. We’re all fine. We’ve all moved on, as I’m sure you have. Vonne repeatedly ran her hand up and down the left page of her book.

Are you happy? he asked, staring at her, showing no signs of bitterness.

Happy. Am I happy? Vonne bit her lower lip and thought for a second. Happy means to experience joy and pleasure. I have joy in my life. Jonathan sees to that, and I take great pleasure in my work; therefore, I would say I’m happy.

Your daughter’s beautiful. Asher commented randomly and took a gulp of his coffee.

Vonne laughed a little and shook her head in disbelief. That little girl has nothing to do with…

It was only a compliment, Asher interjected.

I have to be upstairs in a few minutes. She peeked at her watch.

Vonne got up, closed her book and opened her purse.

I’ll get the cheque, Asher offered.

You know what, she stated curtly, I didn’t invite you here. I’ll pay for myself, thank you. Vonne placed ten dollars on the table. And I’ll treat you to your cup of coffee. Now please, don’t bother me again. She walked away. He didn’t go after her.

Vonne sat down in a chair across from the elevator to try to compose herself. So many years and her feelings for him were still strong. Tears culminated the stressful fifteen minutes spent struggling to hold out and remain unapproachable.

Hey. Vonne opened her hotel room door. You guys are up.

Ruby noticed her eyes immediately. Have you been crying?

No, no. Vonne dried a bit of wetness under her lower lid. It’s freezing in the coffee shop. It’s a reaction to the air conditioning.

What’s wrong with you? Why didn’t you take a jacket? Ruby had to give her an argument. You have to take care of yourself. You can’t afford to get sick.

You’re such a mother, Vonne laughed. She didn’t tell her about Asher’s visit.

CHAPTER 4

Jonathan had just finished cleaning the bird’s cage. Vonne shouted from her bedroom as she dressed, Someone’s at the door. Can you see who it is please?

Yeah, sure. Jon returned Blue to his clean coop. I’m going.

He opened the door. Jonathan stared in disbelief. Dad. Ken wept, embracing his son. They stood in the doorway locked in each other’s arms.

You’re letting the heat in from the hall. Vonne teared up, deeply touched by their emotional reunion; however, she kept it in check, not wanting to cry in front of Jonathan. She steeled herself and maintained a cold front. Get inside or I’ll send you my hydro bill.

Ken smiled at her. Thank you, Vonne.

Why didn’t you tell me? Jonathan didn’t know whether or not to be angry with his mother.

Surprise! she said teasingly with her hands up.

You want something to drink, Dad? Jonathan beamed, absolutely thrilled to have his father with him.

That would be nice, Jon. Ken placed his hand on his son’s back. Yes, please. Whatever you have cold. Jonathan went to the refrigerator, leaving Vonne and Ken alone.

How ‘bout ginger ale? Jon yelled to his dad.

Very good, Ken laughed.

You’re looking better than you did last Friday, Vonne commented.

Ken agreed with her observation. The doctor changed my medication. I am feeling better, thank you. I have more energy.

I’m glad to hear it. Vonne nodded. I’ll leave you to your son. Enjoy the rest of the afternoon.

Where’re you going? Ken asked, surprised by the gesture.

Oh, I’m not going anywhere. She smiled smugly; she had no intention of leaving. I’ll be in my room. I’ve been appointed to a committee that’s establishing a new fundraising program for research and development at the hospital. I was actually coerced into it by—

Here ya go. Jonathan returned and handed Ken a tall, icy soda.

It had been a good weekend for Jonathan, not a great weekend. Ken stayed for dinner Friday. He visited all of Saturday afternoon and most of Sunday, until he left for New York in the evening.

Maybe next time you’ll let me go out with him. Jonathan resented being confined to the apartment.

Why can’t you just say thank you? Vonne had a problem with his lack of gratitude.

This place is a closet! he yelled at her.

Let me tell you something, Jonathan Beck. Vonne raised her voice. It will take time for me to rebuild any kind of trust.

It’s been six years, he argued.

It’s like yesterday to me. Vonne cringed thinking about it. I need time. Take this for what it is, the first step in reconciliation, and please try not to resent me any more than you already do. What I’ve done over the past six years, all the long hours and all your time spent without me, was for your good as well as my own. I love you. Please try and see where I’m coming from.

You wouldn’t be so anal if you had a life. Jonathan let it all out. You need to be with people or find yourself a guy, go out socially, not restrict yourself to the hospital staffers. Come on, Mummy, you’ve been a fiend for six years.

You’re cruel, Jon. Vonne took his berating comments to heart. I have friends. I’ve gone out with Ruby, Leigh, Tara and Bev. And as far as having a relationship with a man, I’ve been there on more than one occasion. I suppose it’s not meant to be.

It’s that damned skunk syndrome you present with. Jonathan diagnosed his mother’s standoffish defence mechanism. Only when it comes to men, though, and I don’t want to sound like a snob, but those women can’t be on the same intellectual plane as you.

Vonne shook her head at her high-and-mighty son. First, let me say that those women are my friends. We laugh together, and they’ve helped me keep my sanity, especially Ruby. I shouldn’t have to explain myself to you of all people. I’m not a financial wizard. We live in this closet, and it’s a mighty fine closet if I do say so myself. It’s clean and safe and will remain our home until I can afford to move up in the world. I’m sorry if you’re unhappy.

I’m not! Jonathan shouted, even more frustrated with his mother. I want you to be happy. Even I have a girlfriend.

I know that, Jonathan. Vonne found his hopeless opinion of her amusing. I don’t have a boyfriend because I don’t want a boyfriend. Now… She took hold of his hand. Let’s go to a movie.

CHAPTER 5

Vonne had unwittingly become involved in the project. Dr. Maxwell Trayger had found her intriguing. He’d had a serious crush on Vonne, along with a great deal of respect for her. He valued her initiative and proactive line of attack when it came to getting things done. Max constantly ran ideas by her, taking her suggestions under advisement and then implementing the plans. Before she could get out of it, she was fully caught up and smack in the middle, actually delegating assignments. I thought you planned on being home all week. Jonathan watched his mother suit up.

No, no, Vonne reminded him. I said only one meeting this week. I think Max called it for seven o’clock. It’s five after seven now, so I’ll be a half hour late. Probably won’t get out of there till ten. He found some local celeb to attach his name to the invitation and hopefully bring in some bucks. That’s the big surprise tonight, and what he’s ordering in for dinner. Vonne laughed and zipped her leather jacket.

I don’t know why you’re doing this if you hate it so much. Jonathan walked her out to the parking lot.

Because, my heart—Vonne smacked Jonathan’s behind—Max has been very good to us. I owe him. He’s a good man to know and have on our side.

He has the hots for you. Jonathan raised his eyebrows.

He’s fifty-four, Jon, she said in disbelief.

So, he teased, the guy’s a widower with a shit-load of money.

Vonne pushed him playfully. You’re crazy, kid.

You be careful. Jonathan kissed his mother. Vonne slipped her helmet on and straddled the motorcycle. I’m always careful. She started the engine, shifted into gear and headed out.

Vonne fitted the bike into a shallow spot near the entrance of the multi-level staff parking garage. She ran to make up some time and stepped onto the first available elevator. She unzipped her leather jacket as she rushed through the corridor to the boardroom.

The door was closed. Vonne opened it cautiously and peeked inside. People were eating and mingling, about fifteen or so. She hadn’t missed anything important.

Max saw her come in and made his way from the other side of the room to greet her.

I apologize, I lost track of time. She dumped her gear in the corner behind the door and scrutinized the smorgasbord spread across the length of the highly polished mahogany credenza. I stopped to pick up a bottle of antacid for dessert.

Come here. Max put his arm through hers and escorted Vonne in and around the other board members. She smiled politely and schmoozed with her fellow collaborators, shaking hands and administering the odd air kiss.

Max, you sure know how to throw a party, Vonne laughed.

It’s not a party, sweetheart. He repositioned his arm around her shoulders. We’re welcoming our new recruit. Come, let me introduce you. You’ll be impressed.

Will I? She laughed a little and followed him to where a number of associates had congregated, cornering the promising frontman.

Coming through. Max had no qualms about pushing his way in. Make way. Excuse us. Ladies, please. Three women hovered, practically on top of the individual backed into the bay window. Vonne smiled and shook her head at Max’s chutzpah. He pushed his way in between, forcing the ladies to step aside.

I’m so sorry, Vonne laughed. It wasn’t me. Max! she complained to him, what is wrong with you? You’re being rude.

You’re late, and I want to get started. He pulled her in front of him. Vonne I’d like you to meet Kal Silver.

She was nothing short of gobsmacked.

Kal, this is Dr. Vonne Sekulic. Max held her firmly, gripping her shoulders. He shook her proudly. This girl’s my right arm.

Kal Silver stood and extended his hand to her. How cute are you, Doctor? Vonne closed her eyes and accepted the handshake. It took all his power of concentration to maintain his affected effeminate charm. At first, she couldn’t look at him. Regardless, her vision blurred as tears glazed her eyes.

Vonne took a deep breath and somehow established composure. Is this legit? How the hell do you come to Max? She looked at her mentor. Max, why him?

Vonne! Max nearly choked, shocked by her adverse reaction. He tried to explain. Mr. Silver has offered us his name and support, gratis. He whispered in her ear, What’s the problem?

No problem, Max. I’m sure I left something burning on my stove. I have to take care of it immediately. Vonne turned and walked away.

Max looked at Kal. I don’t understand. I’m sorry. Give me a minute. He hurried after her.

Vonne went directly to the corner to retrieve her things. She picked up her jacket and bag and rushed out the door. Max managed to grab the door before it shut. He opened it and ran to catch up. Vonne, what’s this all about?

Asher had no idea. He was as surprised as Vonne. He wanted to try to smooth things over and rushed out the door after both of them. Vonne, please wait. He ran down the hall.

Max rounded the bend and caught her in front of the elevators. I’ve never seen you this way.

Max. Vonne didn’t know what to say to him. I can’t … I … um…

Vonne, Asher called to her.

I’m sorry, Kal. Max could see he was upset.

Vonne, this is purely coincidental. Asher hated seeing her distraught.

From his urgent approach Max realized there was more to the story. Do you know each other?

I’m as shocked as you are. Please don’t go on my account. Asher didn’t answer Max’s question. This is too important to just walk away.

Vonne? Max wanted an answer.

Yes. She raised her voice. I know him. But not anymore, it was a long time ago.

Why didn’t you say something before this? It would have saved me hours of rigmarole. Max shook his head, surprised by the news.

Frankly, Kal Silver never crossed my mind. And he isn’t a local celebrity, Max, he’s an international movie star, Vonne poignantly emphasized.

Asher tried to interject. Vonne…

We have nothing to say to each other! she yelled at him. What the fuck! Are you following me?

Vonne, Max worried, please don’t speak to Mr. Silver that way.

Yeah, Asher teased, trying to make light of it, don’t speak to Mr. Silver…

Shut up, Asher. Vonne’s eyes flashed in anger.

Who’s Asher? Max wasn’t up on Kal Silver’s biography.

I’m Asher, Kal explained. That’s what my family call me.

You two are family? Max shook his head, totally confused.

No, Vonne stated adamantly. We’re nothing to each other. She pressed the call button for the elevator repeatedly. I have to get out of here.

I need you here, Dr. Sekulic, Max said sternly.

I’ll do everything I can to help you out. She boarded the elevator. Just not tonight. Okay, Max? Not tonight.

The doors closed.

Max looked at Kal. What the hell is going on here? And what happened to that gay lilt?

It’s an image. He held his hands up. Hey, it works. Vonne and I were friends a long time ago. We had a few problems.

I think we’d better get back to the meeting. The animosity troubled Max. I need her here. We have to resolve this contention immediately.

Asher wanted to know about Vonne. How did she get to this point?

What does that mean? Max didn’t understand.

Being a doctor? Asher clarified.

Max laughed. She went to med school.

I mean financially.

You’ll have to ask Vonne. Max opened the boardroom door.

Is her husband well-off? Asher followed him inside.

Husband? Max looked at Asher in disbelief. Martin? I can’t answer your questions.

The meeting was called to order and ran out of steam by nine. Max adjourned the small assembly. He thanked everyone for their time and made a special point of thanking Kal Silver for coming aboard.

CHAPTER 6

Asher didn’t sleep well. He checked on Brianne several times during the night. She appeared content, not a care in the world. His mind conjured up visions of Vonne each time he closed his eyes. He tossed and turned and made several trips down to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator looking for something, he just didn’t know what.

Señor Kal. Leticia set a mug of steaming coffee in front of him. You luke very much tire.

Asher sighed. Yeah, I am tired.

Daddy. Brie came bounding in, ready to take on the day. You’re coming to my dance recital tonight. Don’t forget, it starts at seven and I’m on at eight-thirty.

Where is it again? he teased.

You know. She went to the bulletin board above the kitchen desk and removed the invitation. Here you go, Dad. Just so you won’t forget I’ll pin it to your shirt.

He changed the subject. Are you excited about going back to camp?

Can’t wait. Brie made herself comfortable in her chair.

Leticia served them each a plate of scrambled eggs and toast. You steel huv to help me feeneesh your pucking for cump, estralita.

We can pack Saturday morning, Letish? Brie dug right into her breakfast.

Sí. Leticia wagged her finger at her almost ten-year-old charge. Us lon’ us you remember, Saturday ees very good. Dee truck comb Moanday to peek up your theens.

You’re not bringing Elizabeth tonight? Brie looked at her father. She’d hate it anyway.

She wouldn’t hate it, Brie. Asher stopped eating. Elizabeth’s a lovely lady.

She’s a stuck-up bitch. Brianne said it with a mouthful of eggs, hoping the impact wouldn’t sound as harsh.

I beg your pardon, little girl. Asher heard every word. You watch what you’re saying.

I’m saying it to you. Brianne couldn’t stand the woman and didn’t understand what her father saw in her. I could say it to her, too. I’d only be telling the truth.

Enough. Asher didn’t raise his voice, yet she knew by his intonation he meant business. You keep your thoughts to yourself. Elizabeth’s my friend. I enjoy her company.

I don’t believe you. Brie picked up her half-eaten breakfast and went to the kitchen counter. She’s boring. All she talks about is herself. How can you stand her?

I said enough. Asher pointed his finger. Carlos is in the car waiting. Go to school.

I’m going. Brie grabbed her knapsack from the barstool at the counter. I love you, Daddy. She kissed her father on his cheek. See you later.

Asher wanted to find Vonne. He wanted her to know what happened. He’d tried every which way to get her to listen. She had never answered his calls or emails and every letter he’d written to her had been returned unopened. When Bud told him she’d married, he became embittered. Asher hardened himself against her. He’d wanted to hate her.

Is Dr. Trayger in, please? Asher asked the secretary.

He’s busy right now. I can take your name and have him return your call, she offered politely.

Kal Silver. He didn’t have to say another word.

I’m sure he’ll speak to you. Though her manner remained pleasant throughout their initial conversation, her tone and attitude changed immediately. Just one moment, Mr. Silver.

Kal. Max picked up quickly.

How’s it going, Max? Asher had to get the formalities out of the way.

Working hard. Max had a sneaking suspicion. What can I do for you this morning?

I realize you’re a busy man, I only have one question. Asher hesitated in lieu of what had happened the night before. I’d like to get in touch with Vonne. How would I do that?

To be honest with you—Max respected Vonne too much to release her phone number—and in good conscience, I can’t…

I understand. Asher’s mind worked overtime. When’s the next meeting?

I’ll have to check the schedule and get back to you. Max asked out of curiosity, So, how did you two meet?

Long story, Max. Asher had no intention of discussing it. I have an appointment to get to in about ten minutes. Thanks for your time. Asher hung up. Thanks for nothin’, buddy.

He redialled Dr. Trayger’s office number. I’m sorry to trouble you again, it’s Kal Silver.

Oh, I’ll put you right through. She seemed flustered.

No! Asher didn’t mean to raise his voice. No. He calmed down. I have some papers. Max said I would need to give them to Vonne. I’m not quite sure of her last name.

Oh, yes, the secretary flirted, more than willing to be helpful. That would be Dr. Sekulic, such a sweet thing.

And how would I get them to her? Asher smiled to himself, making headway.

You could bring them here, the secretary said demurely. I could give them to her. She usually comes by later in the day to collect any mail.

I just might do that, he said amiably. Thank you, I didn’t catch your name.

Valerie, she giggled bashfully.

I’ll remember that, Asher trifled with her. I’m Kal, you’re Val.

Valerie crouched down on her knees in front of the cabinet to file away the day’s charts.

Knock, knock, Kal smiled at her.

Oh. She could barely catch her breath and stumbled a little trying to get up. Mr. Silver.

Kal. He lent her a hand. Remember? I’m Kal, you’re Val.

She laughed nervously. Dr. Trayger isn’t here right now.

Actually, he schmoozed, affectedly effeminate, I came by to drop this off. He fluttered a white envelope. For Vonne. I’m not sure of the spelling.

We can check that right now. Valerie turned to her computer and opened the file. Here we are. She highlighted it. May I have the envelope? Asher placed it on the desk. Valerie verified the spelling one more time and wrote it out.

Meanwhile, Asher came around to her side of the desk and leaned over her shoulder. Ah, I see. He gave her the impression that he was reading the envelope when, in fact, he was slyly memorizing Vonne’s address and telephone number highlighted on the computer screen. Your handwriting is lovely. Those flourishes tell me you’re very creative. It was fab meeting you. Kal shook her hand. What time do you suppose Dr. Sekulic will be by?

We close at four. She’s usually makes it here just before then. Valerie sat back in her chair. She hates riding through rush-hour traffic.

So you know her well. Kal wanted to collect any information he could.

Not really. She’s sweet and all that, Valerie smiled at him, but Dr. Sekulic is very private, never says anything about herself.

Asher had a few errands to run. He stopped at his office, which he’d established in Bud’s building. Bud had gone into practise for himself and purchased and renovated an old building in the downtown core. Matt, Kal Silver’s personal assistant, handed him a list of people to call. Kal handed it right back. Work through it. I don’t have patience to deal with any of this today.

You have a two o’clock at this address. Matt handed him the yellow sticky note. Kal looked at it and said, Cancel. I have a doctor’s appointment.

Something wrong? Matt asked, concerned.

No, just checking things out. Kal waved and walked out of his office.

Asher became a man obsessed. Two chance encounters with Vonne had set him off. He had to see her. Asher punched her address into the GPS and the computer’s sensuous female voice guided him directly to Vonne’s apartment building. Visitor’s parking was opposite the front entry. He swung the car into the first space.

The double doors weren’t locked. Asher stepped inside. The tiny foyer appeared especially clean. The small black-and-white octagonal mosaic tiles drew his eye to the floor. Dark-stained wood-panelled walls harboured four banks of mailboxes. Asher examined the intercom system on the left side of the locked entry door. He scanned the tenant list and went ahead and touched the button beside the name Sekulic. He buzzed three times—no response.

Asher returned to the hospital and made a beeline to Dr. Trayger’s office on the twelfth floor. He took a seat in a strategic location, assuming Vonne would have to make her way from the centre elevators past the waiting area and then on to Dr. Trayger’s office.

He looked at his watch. He’d been patient for almost forty-five minutes. It was nearly four o’clock—no sign of the lady.

Hi, Val. Kal forged a smile.

Oh, the doctor’s gone for the day. She had keys in her hand getting ready to close the office.

And my envelope for Dr. Sekulic? He raised his right eyebrow.

Didn’t you pass her in the hall? Valerie looked puzzled.

Kal shook his head no. Shit, he said under his breath. Thanks Val. Asher took off.

Vonne had parked underground and taken the service elevators up and back down. As Asher headed to Dr. Trayger’s office, Vonne took a right toward the service elevators. They’d missed each other by seconds.

CHAPTER 7

Jonathan arrived home from school at four-fifteen. Vonne came in shortly after that. Let’s go now, we’ll grab a bite to eat before I drop you at the theatre.

Are you picking me up? He slung his leather jacket over his shoulder.

What time? She closed the apartment door behind them.

I’m done at nine tonight. He opened the lobby door for her.

I’ll be waiting just outside the stage entrance. Vonne put her arm around her son’s waist as they walked to the motorcycle.

Asher was frustrated. He felt confronting her face to face would be better than using the telephone. She more than likely would hang up on him. He went back to the apartment building. Vonne and Jonathan turned right, leaving their street as Asher turned right onto the street.

Jonathan felt fortunate to have landed the job. He’d been able to see the entire series of plays and concerts that season. Now he continued working at the theatre to pick up some extra cash. This particular show disinterested him. Dance recitals bored him to tears. But then again, he wasn’t there as a spectator, he was working—distributing programs and directing people to their seats. Sometimes he worked in the store selling souvenirs, or out on the lobby floor selling refreshments.

Jon changed from his street clothes to his uniform. He grabbed a stack of programs and headed to the auditorium. The theatre began to fill up early with eager relatives and friends of the performers.

Asher parked his car and decided he needed to eat a little something. He walked out to the street. The hot dog vendor offered immediate service. He bought a red hot with the works and a can of cola. Asher ate his dinner as he walked to the main entrance. Absentmindedly, he went inside with still more than half his food and drink remaining.

I’m sorry, sir, the usher warned politely, no outside food allowed.

Asher felt a little foolish. He knew better. Okay, sure, not a problem. He walked around the corner and wolfed down the rest, including sucking the can dry.

First thing, Asher headed to the restroom. He did his business and washed up. The lobby bustled with people rushing to find their seats. The curtain would be going up in ten minutes. Asher made his way to the auditorium. He stopped just inside the doors and scanned the room. He seemed lost as he walked down the centre aisle looking through the rows.

Can I help you, sir? Jon asked.

Asher smiled at him. I’m looking for my family. Asher wore his baseball cap low, the visor touching his sunglasses, while his scruffy beard camouflaged his mouth and jawline. Still, Jon recognized him the second he spoke. They’re holding a seat for me. Jonathan suddenly lost all perspective on his job. He simply stared—gawking at the movie star, Asher assumed. Though he didn’t move from the spot, he turned and continued looking for his parents. It’s okay. Asher touched the boy on the shoulder. I’ll find them on my own.

You don’t know who I am, do you? Jonathan looked directly into his eyes.

I’m sorry. Asher smiled at him. Should I?

No. Jonathan’s heart sank. I guess not. He felt no reason to identify himself and walked up the aisle.

There you are, Kat said to herself as she started down toward her son. She stepped cautiously, watching each tread, and inadvertently bumped into Jonathan on his way up.

I’m sorry, ma’am. He recognized her immediately. There was no recognition on her part, so he didn’t offer any greeting. I think your family’s waiting for you. He pointed to Asher.

Yes, thank you, dear, I see him. Kat continued on her way down, not considering it odd that the young man knew her party.

I was out searching the lobby. We’re second row. Go, your father’s there. She pointed to Dave and took Asher’s arm.

The school’s director made a few opening remarks, and the recital began. After two numbers, Asher became bored, his mind preoccupied.

Mom, he whispered in Kat’s ear, I bumped into Vonne in New York a couple of weeks ago. He wanted to talk. Asher sank lower into his seat and his mother leaned her ear close to him and listened attentively.

I don’t know what to tell you, tateh, she whispered to him. You tell me she’s a married woman.

Asher looked at his watch: seven-forty. Brie still had another forty minutes until her performance.

I’ll be back, Mom. Asher needed to move around. Aside from his anxiety over Vonne, his stomach started to act up. The hot dog sat in his belly, rumbling rebelliously. He went to scrounge for something to settle his gastro unrest.

The dance school had set up a booth in front of the lobby’s souvenir kiosk. Volunteers worked the space, preparing to sell past-performance videos and commemorative T-shirts. Jonathan manned the bottled-water concession. Customers were scarce during the performance and, not being one to sit around, he offered to help out the dance school. Other ushers headed out, taking a break.

Asher opened the inside door and waited until it closed before leaving the auditorium. He stopped and looked around. A sign displaying bottled water caught his eye and he thought perhaps a cool drink would help put out the fire.

Jonathan noticed him pacing in front of the bar. He dropped what he was doing and went to serve his customer.

Yes, sir.

Do you have something in there for an upset stomach? Asher asked, contorting his face, feeling the burning in his lower chest.

Only water, sir. Sorry. Jonathan opened the cooler and showed him the bottles.

Give me one, will you please? Asher reached into his pocket for his cash, flipped through a short wad then handed Jon a five-dollar bill.

There’s a drug store across the street, Jonathan suggested, handing him his change.

I’ll give this a try first, Asher smiled. Thanks.

Jonathan decided to take his break. He spoke to his boss and told him he’d be back in a few minutes.

Asher continued pacing. He had finished the bottle of water.

Are you feeling any better, sir? Jonathan showed him a roll of antacid tablets.

Thanks, kid. Asher gladly accepted the relief. Where did this come from?

The drug store. Jon nodded his head in the general direction.

Let me reimburse you, and something for your trouble. Asher put his hand in his pocket.

No, thanks. Jonathan started to walk away.

Please. Asher went after him. Don’t…

Really, it’s not necessary. Jon hurried off.

Now Asher became curious. Regardless of his celebrity, no one does such an act of kindness without reason. Asher chewed up two tablets. The burn subsided within minutes.

Hey, kid. Asher had to know why.

Would you like another bottle of water, sir? Jonathan opened the cooler.

Actually, I would. He paid him for it. Why did you say you know me? Asher asked, being straightforward.

That’s not what I said. Jonathan handed him a new bottle.

Thanks. Asher twisted the cap open. If we’ve met before, please tell me. Sometimes it’s hard to keep track of people.

It’s not a problem, sir. Jonathan laughed, a little frustrated that Asher wasn’t catching on. It was a long time ago.

Asher glanced at his watch. I’ve gotta get inside, my kid’s dancing in a few minutes.

Better get going, Jon smiled.

Well, thanks again. Asher left him to his work.

Jonathan asked one of his co-workers to man his station for a while. He wanted to watch Brianne dance, to see if he could recognize her. He walked to the front along the side and took up a position close to the stage.

Her jazz solo began. She strutted and shimmied, performed back-flips and splits. Brianne was confident and nimble. Her mass of below-the-shoulder curls bounced and bopped, moving with her, her performance graceful and polished, an incredibly talented girl—hard to believe of a ten-year-old.

Vonne parked her motorcycle to wait at the predetermined location. She’d arrived early. It was very warm outside. She removed her jacket and helmet, then wandered around outside the stage door.

Kat, Dave and Asher waited for Brie in the front lobby.

Daddy! Brie ran and jumped on her father.

You were sensational. He kissed her and gave her a giant hug.

Are we going for a treat now? she asked as Asher set her down. I want a strawberry smoothie with whipped cream. She took Dave’s hand.

I know just where to go. Kat led the way.

I’ll follow you, Dad. Asher held the door for his family.

The parking lot swarmed with people rushing to their vehicles.

It’s gonna take an hour to get out of here, Dave grumbled.

It won’t, Kat placated. Don’t aggravate yourself. She redirected his thoughts. Did you enjoy your granddaughter?

Every minute, Brie. Dave beamed with pride. You’re a hoofer like me.

Like you? Kat laughed. Where do you get these ideas from?

It’s a fact, Ketsaleh. Dave put his arm around his wife and gave her a kiss on her cheek. Look at my son.

Which one? she teased.

This one. He pointed to Asher. He’s a hoofer from way back.

And you’re a hoofer from further back. She laughed out loud. The stone age. You stomp around like a dinosaur!

Brie laughed at the conversation. You’re silly, Oma. She danced around in front of them.

And Papa is funnier. Kat giggled at the thought of it. You should see him dancing in the bedroom.

Okay, you two, Asher piped up. The kid has ears.

Asher walked them to their car. I parked in the back. You go, and I’ll meet you at the restaurant.

Can I go with you, Daddy? Brie felt badly he was alone.

Go with him, mamoosh. Kat kissed Brie. I like the way you think.

Brianne took hold of her father’s hand. They walked along the last row of cars.

I’m up there. He pointed to his sportscar.

I see it. Brie ran.

You stop! he shouted to her. You know better. She waited for him.

Jonathan had packed up and finished for the night. He walked out with two of his co-workers. They parted ways at the door. Vonne had parked illegally next to the car in the first spot. Mum! he called to her. She waved.

Asher and Brie approached their car. Asher spotted Jonathan at the stage door and thought one good deed deserved another. Hey, kid, he called out to him as they got closer. Can we give you a ride? Jonathan looked at them, Brie and Asher together. He felt awkward. Jonathan waved and shook his head no.

Vonne removed Jonathan’s helmet from its place on the back of the bike. She’d been busy fiddling with something and hadn’t noticed Asher coming her way.

Hey there, handsome, how’d it go tonight? She handed Jonathan his helmet. He shrugged his shoulders. That good? Vonne cocked her head and laughed. Okay, let’s go home.

Asher thought he was seeing things. He closed his eyes then opened them. Vonne. He ran to her. Vonne. Brianne chased him. Daddy, wait.

Jonathan turned and walked away. He didn’t want to hear his mother’s unreceptive quick temper.

What are you doing up here? He stopped just short of running into her.

What is this? Did you have me followed again? she griped, her annoyance blatant. There’s something wrong with you!

I didn’t. He remained calm. Brie had her recital. What’s with the bike? He widened his eyes, totally floored. You ride. Her accomplishments amazed him. You’re a doctor.

Six years. People change, Asher, Vonne said bitterly.

Daddy, who’s that? Brie stared at Vonne. Brianne’s presence startled her, so much so that her eyes welled. Hello, sweet pea.

Who are you? She didn’t understand the emotion.

This is Vonne Beck, Brie. Asher put his arm around his daughter.

Hi, nice to meet you. Brianne watched a tear trickle down Vonne’s face. Is something wrong?

No, Brie. We have to go now. It was good to see you. You’re beautiful, sweetness. You look a lot like your mum. Vonne fitted the helmet over her head.

You knew my mother? Brie asked with surprise.

Not very well. Vonne zipped her jacket. Goodbye, Asher.

Who’s we? He hadn’t noticed Jonathan.

Me, he said, approaching the bike. Jonathan.

Oh my God, Jon. Asher was mortified. God, why didn’t you tell me? I asked you.

He asked you what, Jon? Vonne looked at her son.

He was inside. Jonathan shrugged it off. He didn’t remember me. It doesn’t matter.

It matters to me, Asher insisted, completely in shock, and immediately took it upon himself to embrace the boy. I do remember, Jon. You’re taller than your mom. You’re not a little boy. Jonathan, please forgive me. I didn’t recognize you. Remember, yes, very well. You don’t look the same. Asher didn’t hide his embarrassment.

Brianne reacted to her father’s obvious stress. What’s wrong, Daddy?

It’s all right, Asher. I’m cool with it, Jon lied.

Vonne, he pleaded with her, I need to speak to you. Please, it’s important.

To you? she asked wryly.

To all of us! he shouted as she started the engine. All of us, Vonne. Turn it off. Asher attempted to grab the key.

Don’t touch. She smacked his hand lightly and turned the key herself. It’s off. What do you want? She made every effort to be courteous. Still, Brie sensed the tension between them.

Not here in the parking lot. Have coffee with us. We’re meeting my parents, they’d love to see you. Asher spoke from the heart.

I don’t think so. Vonne had no inclination to face his folks.

Then meet me somewhere else. Anywhere. Name it, Asher said, determined to get a positive answer. With or without the kids.

No kids. They don’t need to listen to… she stopped herself from saying something inappropriate.

No, Mum. Jon tapped her on her back. I’d like to see Oma and…

They’re not your grandparents, Jonathan, Vonne stated emphatically, turning around to him.

I know. He didn’t need reminding.

How about tomorrow morning? It’s late now. She glanced at her watch. Asher reluctantly let her go and conceded.

Can I pick you up? he offered.

I’ll meet you somewhere. She restarted the engine. There’s a Timmy’s close to the corner of University and—

Near Dundas?

Yes. Vonne nodded. Seven tomorrow morning. Take it or leave it.

I’ll be there. He touched her gloved hand. If Brie hadn’t been taking in every word and watching every move, she would have put a stop to the gesture. Vonne started the engine, revved the motor then shifted the bike into gear and sped off.

Who are they, Daddy? Brie asked. She was confused about what just happened, yet she had clearly picked up on Vonne’s attitude. She’s a bitch! Asher disregarded the remark.

We were very close, kidlet, was all he said to her. Then she heard him mumble