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Lona Smith
Lona Smith
Category:
Mainstream
Publisher: Uppity Woman Press
ISBN-10: 1981668659
Type: Fiction
Pages: 310
Copyright: Dec. 14, 2017
ISBN-13: 9781981668656
Price: $3.99 (eBook)
Frank Garrison promised to be the best husband and father he could. Little did he know the cost of keeping promises, and breaking promises.
Frank Garrison grew up in Los Angeles without a father, and with a mother who had little time for him. Painfully conscious of his unique, heterogeneous features, he looks to his Aunt Clara, his mother’s sister, for love and nurturing. He vows that when he grows up he will be the best husband and dad he can be.
When Frank attends his best friend, Jeff’s, snowy December wedding in Chicago, he meets Kitty Hunter, a farm girl from the Midwest. Kitty Hunter has the values he admires and seeks, and a family in which he longs to be included. Kitty and Frank marry and make their home in Los Angeles where Frank, Jeff, and a friend Bruce, form a fledgling company called Securities International, at a time when the nation, and the world seeks to be protected.
As Securities International becomes increasingly successful Frank travels between Los Angeles and Honolulu establishing clients and monitoring accounts. During a visit to Hawaii he is hospitalized with pneumonia where he meets and become friends with nurse, Jean Barrett. Frank convinces himself that their friendship is innocent, until a snorkeling accident when Jean nearly drowns, they cross the forbidden boundary to intimacy. As a man who loves his family and prides himself on keeping promises, he ends his friendship with Nurse Jean.
Three years later, in a chance encounter with Jean Barrett, Frank learns that through that moment of indiscretion, his genetic abnormality will now condemn him when he meets a child that unmistakably his. To keep a promise he made to be the best father he can, Frank begins leading a double life. He juggles his time between his wife and children on the Mainland, his business, and this son with whom he is undeniably bonded.
When a terrible automobile accident almost costs Frank his life, and leaves his body mangled, his secret is discovered. At the risk of losing his wife’s love, and destroying his family and friendships, he must now ask for help to keep a promise he made to a ten-year-old boy, who is waiting for his father to share his birthday.
In the fast-paced city of Los Angeles where anything goes, Kitty Garrison has always depended on the stability of her Midwest upbringing, a loving family, and her faith in God to guard her beliefs. Nor has she been tempted to compromise her values when her husband’s company brings him success, and more wealth than she could ever have imagined. Kitty is happy being a mother to her children, Chance and Penny, and being the best teacher she can be to her middle school science classes.
Kitty’s world is suddenly fragmented beyond her comprehension when, during those dark days following her husband’s accident, she learns of his secret child. She knows God will forgive Frank, but can she? As Kitty struggles with her own mental stability, she watches her son, Chance, honor student and football captain, change into somebody she doesn’t know as he reacts to his father’s betrayal.
Frank’s body mends physically, but he struggles to survive emotionally while he watches his family suffer. He learns the price of keeping a promise—and breaking a promise. It is a little boy and his unselfish love for his father that brings forgiveness and reconciliation.
Excerpt
ONE
The football game clock showed five minutes left in the first half and Edison High School led Jordan Los Angeles High fourteen to seven. Kitty’s son, Chance, had passed for one of the touchdowns but now she was having trouble keeping her mind on the game. She glanced at her watch. Seven-forty-five and no sign of Frank.
“I’ll see you at the game,” he told her when he called from his office that morning after his overnight flight from Honolulu. Friday nights she and their children, Chance and Penny, didn’t go home after school. The students had a pep rally, and Kitty stayed in her classroom at Huntington Middle School, grading papers and preparing lessons for her science classes.
Myra, Frank’s secretary of fifteen years sat beside Kitty. “I’m sure he’ll be here any minute,” Myra said. “I had his latte and bagel waiting for him at eight-fifteen when he finished freshening up this morning. Then he left the office at two-twenty.” Myra never guessed about anything. If she said two-twenty, she meant two-twenty. Kitty and Frank had joked about it over the years. “That’s what makes her a good secretary,” he said.
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The half ended, and Penny, wearing her green and gold cheerleader’s uniform, bounded up the bleachers side- stepping her way to the middle of the row where Kitty sat. “Where’s Dad? Chance told me to come and find out.”
“I don’t know, honey. He doesn’t answer his cell or at home.”
“I’ll try him again,” Myra said, pulling her phone from her purse and punching in her boss’s phone number. “Maybe something came up.”
“But he never misses a game,” Penny said.
Kitty smiled at her daughter. “I’m sure there’s a good reason.”
Myra flipped the phone shut. “No answer.”
“I have to get back,” Penny said, giving her mother a quick hug. She skipped back down the bleachers.
“That girl,” Myra said, shaking her head. “Where does she get all that energy?”
Half time ended, and the teams trotted back onto the field. Kitty waved at Chance when he looked toward the bleachers. At the same instant, out of the corner of her eye, she saw two uniformed policemen talking to a security guard at the bottom of the aisle. Something like an unseen fist squeezed her chest and caused her to take a deep breath.
“I’ll be right back,” she told Myra. She made her way to the end of the row and hurried down the steps. The security guard pointed in her direction.
Kitty walked toward the officers and stopped in front of them. “I’m Kitty Garrison,” she said. “Are you looking for me?”
“Yes, ma’am. How’d you know?” the male officer asked.
“My-my husband . . . he was supposed to be here at seven o’clock. Something’s happened, hasn’t it?”
The female officer nodded. “I’m sorry, ma’am, there’s been an accident.”
Kitty’s hand flew to her mouth. “What accident?”
“Car, ma’am.”
Kitty gasped. “He’s—is he . . .?”
“He’s alive but in critical condition. He was taken to the
Trauma Center at UCLA.”
“Oh no,” Kitty whimpered. She began shaking
uncontrollably.
The female officer took Kitty by the arm. “Why don’t we
go to our vehicle? It’s parked just outside the fence.
Kitty wrapped her arms across her chest, hugging herself
and let the woman lead her toward the parking lot.
“When? Where?”
“About two-thirty this afternoon, ma’am, on Whittier
Boulevard.”
Two-thirty. Myra said, he left at two-twenty. “Bu....”
Kitty’s voice broke. “But it’s after eight o’clock.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. It took us awhile to find you. We went to the address we found on Mr. Garrison’s license. Your neighbor saw us and told us where you were. And . . .”
“And what?”
“It took them a while at the scene.” The officer cleared her throat. “Mr. Garrison was trapped in his car. They had to wait for the hydraulic unit.”
“What does that mean?”
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A deafening cheer rose from the grandstand.
“The jaws of life, ma’am,” the woman said above the
noise.
Kitty’s knees collapsed. A mewing cry escaped her
throat. The officers grabbed her arms and helped her to the cruiser. The female officer opened the back door. “Sit,” she said.
Kitty sat on the edge of the seat, half her brain thinking this was all a mistake, the other half knowing it wasn’t. “My... my children,” she said. “I have to get my children.”
“Where are they?” the man asked.
“My daughter’s a cheerleader. Her name is Penny. My son is on the team. Number sixteen.”
The female officer turned to go.
“Wait! Myra. I need to get word to Myra too. She’s in the stands.” Kitty steadied her voice. “Myra’s in her fifties, on the plump side, with red hair. She’s wearing a bronze jacket. I . . . I don’t think you can miss her. But please,” she put her hand out, “can you do it quietly? I don’t want to disrupt the game.”
“I’ll go, sergeant,” the male officer said. “You stay with Mrs. Garrison.”
“Thank you,” Kitty whispered.
Kitty hugged herself and rocked back and forth. She felt the damp Pacific air was moving in, bringing with it light fog and a chill. Audiovisual images of crashing metal, shattering glass, and tossed bodies filled her mind. She jumped out of the car and threw up on the grass.
She felt the officer’s hand on her back. “Here you go, Mrs. Garrison,” the woman said, putting a wad of tissues in Kitty’s hand. Her voice was calm.
I suppose they’ve seen it all. Kitty wiped her face, stood and leaned against the car. “Thank you. Ca-can you tell me what happened?”
“Car ran a red light, ma’am.”
“Were any others...?”
“Just the driver, single occupant, DOA. Older car; he
wasn’t wearing a seat belt.”
“Mom! Mommy.”
Penny’s legs raced toward the cruiser, her short gold skirt
flat against her thighs. She skidded to a stop in front of Kitty. Chance was close behind. Further back Myra’s plump legs churned up the distance.
“It’s Dad, isn’t it? Penny said, drawing in deep breaths. “Something’s happened to Dad?” Chance came to a stop beside her.
“Yes, baby, Dad’s been in an accident.”
Penny let out a wail and Kitty gathered her daughter in her arms. Myra reached them, panting heavily, Kitty’s jacket slung across her arm.
“What kind of accident?” Chance asked through stiff lips, his face drained of color.
“He was in the car. Somebody ran a red light.”
“Oh, no,” Myra moaned.
“H-he’s alive. He’s been taken to UCLA. We have to go
there,” Kitty said.
“I’m coming, too,” Myra said. “It’s a long drive.”
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“Doesn’t matter. It’s Mr. G we’re talking about.” “Shouldn’t somebody drive you?” the male officer said. “Do you want me to call Pete?” Myra asked.
Kitty shook her head. “No, it’ll take too long for him to
get here. I’m going now.” She took a deep breath. “I’m all right to drive.”
“We’ll let them know you’re on your way,” the female officer said.
Long, Kitty thought as she pulled the van out of the parking lot and headed north on Beach Boulevard toward the San Diego Freeway. Kitty had the feeling that, in the weeks to come, she’d find out what long really meant.
UCLA was fifty miles up the coast, and the Friday night traffic was heavy. She concentrated on her driving. Myra beside her clutched the bag in her lap with both hands. Penny, behind her cried softly. Chance stared out his window. They passed the exit to the Los Angeles Airport, and Kitty thought, how impossible it seems that Frank flew in there just this morning.
“What will they think when we don’t show up at Luigi’s?” Penny asked, between sniffles.
“I imagine they’ll find out soon enough what happened,” Kitty said.
This would not be one of their usual after-the-game evenings, when Frank, Kitty, and a few other parents treated the team and cheerleaders to pizza at Luigi’s. Frank wouldn’t be smiling as the squad relived every play. They wouldn’t hear, “Thanks, Mrs. Garrison.” “Thanks for the pizza, Mr. Garrison,” when the young people went on their way. Tonight Kitty wouldn’t toss her van keys to her son and go
home with her husband in the Lexus, where together they’d get ready for bed. Having crossed several time zones and awake for hours, Frank would fall asleep instantly, but Kitty would lie tense on her side of the bed until she heard the garage door open and close and her children’s footsteps coming up the stairs. Kitty thought about what the Lexus must look like and her throat tightened.
The sign read WESTWOOD BOULEVARD 1 MILE. It was nearly eleven o’clock when she put on her turn signal and moved into the right lane to exit the freeway.
Kitty pulled into a parking space in an area designated VISITORS.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” Chance said, jumping out of
the van. He stripped off his football jersey, and unfastened his shoulder pads.
Penny gripped her mother’s hand as they walked under the covered hospital entrance, Myra alongside. Glass doors slid open, admitting them to an unfamiliar place, an antiseptic smell and a feeling of presentiment in the air. They approached a desk beneath a sign that read, Reception. “I’m Kitty Garrison,” she said to the tired-looking woman in a blue smock. “My husband was in an accident.”
“Oh, yes, if you’ll have a seat over there,” she pointed to the waiting area, “I’ll let them know you’re here.”
“How is he?” Myra asked. The receptionist didn’t reply.
“What’s happening to my husband now?” Kitty’s voice was rough with fatigue and worry.
“I believe he’s in surgery.”
“H-how bad is he?”
“Someone will be with you in a moment, Mrs. Garrison.”
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“Okay,” Kitty said. “I know you’re not the one who’s supposed to give the family the bad news.”
“Mom!” Chance touched her shoulder.
Kitty jumped. “I didn’t hear you,” she said. He was in his stocking feet, pads removed but wearing his grass-stained, number sixteen jersey. She let him lead her to a sofa across the room.
Myra took her cell phone out of her purse. “I’m going outside to call Pete,” she said, “and tell him I don’t know when I’ll be home. I don’t want him to worry.”
A few minutes later a nurse wearing green scrubs and cap, and crepe-soled shoes, came through a set of wide double doors that automatically clicked locked behind her.
“Mrs. Garrison?”
Kitty nodded.
“I’m the triage nurse.”
A badge much like the one Kitty wore at school, hung
from a woven strap around her neck. The nurse, Martha Horvath, according to the name under her picture, ushered them through the doors that opened into yet another hallway with another set of double doors. Through these doors there were small sitting rooms on either side of the hall. The nurse led them to the one on the right.
“Dr. Shackelford is just finishing up surgery,” M. Horvath said. “Mr. Garrison will be in recovery for a while, and then they’ll bring him here to ICU. You can make yourselves comfortable here in the family room.” She gestured toward the corner of the room. “There’s coffee and juices, and the cafeteria on the second floor is open for light snacks.”
Lamps on tables at either end of the sofa lit the room with soft light. Kitty barely registered the recliner and the rose and navy stripes of two overstuffed chairs. This room was designed to absorb tears.
“Please tell me about my husband,” Kitty said. Each word the nurse spoke was a blow. She explained that even though Frank wore his seat belt and the car’s air bag inflated, he had a ruptured spleen that was now being removed. He had cracked ribs, one or more of which had punctured his left lung’s lower lobe, a broken left arm, and swelling in his spinal column.
“I can’t tell you any more than that.” She stood. “The doctor will be out to talk to you as soon as he can.”
Penny sobbed quietly beside her mother, the neck of her cheerleader’s sweatshirt pulled up over her nose. Chance had listened to the nurse with jaws locked and lips pushed together.
Ms. Horvath handed Kitty a pen and a form attached to a clipboard. “We need you to fill this out. Can you do that?”
Kitty nodded and started writing.
Name of Patient: Frank Matthew Garrison Date of Birth: February 7, 1958
Height: 6’2”
Weight: Approximately 182 pounds
Color eyes: Blue/Brown Color hair: Blond/Brown
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