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A Woman In Full: Sharon's Journey Continues
Part IV - Unthinkable
By the weekend, Sharon had shed some of her sense of unease. Saturday
morning found her in Gramercy Park, sitting with Julie and Amber while
the children played. Julie's Megan and Amber's son, Jason, seemed to be
spending a lot of time together.
"I think he's smitten," Julie said. "And he's such a little gentleman
about it."
"He wouldn't dare not be," Amber said with a grin. Little Bryan began to
toddle away, and Julie got up to stay close to him. Amber's grin
evaporated.
"You know she hovers," Sharon said.
"It's not that," Amber replied, shaking her head. "I think I've got a
problem brewing."
"With KC? Where is she, anyway?"
"With granny."
There was no misunderstanding the tone. Sharon had heard Amber use the
name 'Granny' before, and by it she meant KC's mother, Paige Bennett.
"Granny insisted on having KC and Ty sleep over last night," Amber went
on. "Of course, Ryan wants nothing to do with the old cow, so he leaves
it to her to come pick them up, and when she does, it's a Broadway
production of fawning love, with protestations of how unlucky she was.
"It's enough to make you retch."
Sharon told her that KC didn't seem to be taken in by it all, that she
still seemed close to Amber.
"Maybe. But then she called this morning. Did I know that little Tyler
had a cough? Of course, I did. She was shocked that I chose to do nothing
about it."
She allowed herself a soft chuckle.
"If she actually does anything useful, I'll eat my hat."
"Here they come, now," Sharon said, nodding toward the Lexington Avenue
gate across the park. Sure enough, there was KC with the stroller and a
large tote bag slung over her shoulder.
"I don't believe it," Amber said.
"Hi, guys," KC said as she sat down on the bench next to Sharon.
"She just dropped you off here? Now?" Amber asked. KC nodded. Tyler
coughed.
"What about the cough?"
"Mom said to give him juice and he'd be okay."
They lapsed into silence. Sharon thought about making conversation to
break it, but couldn't think of anything to say. Looking up, she saw that
Bryan had reached the other side of the park, with Julie trailing close
behind.
"He's really starting to motor," she said at last. She cast a sidelong
glance over at Amber, who was clearly struggling with her anger.
"Did you or she take his temperature?" Amber asked at last.
"Yes, she did. It was normal."
More stony silence. Sharon got up to leave.
"Please don't go, Sharon," Amber said. "We haven't chatted in a while."
Sharon sat back down.
"You mean you haven't been filling her in on how terrible my mother is?"
Tyler started fussing on and off. KC turned to him to give him a bottle.
"Did you enjoy your visit with her?" Sharon asked.
"Yeah."
Sharon placed an unobtrusive hand on Amber's knee. It stopped the snappy
response she was sure was on the way. Across the way, Bryan had turned
and was toddling along the path around the perimeter of the park with
Julie still close behind.
"She's so protective," KC said.
"I thought she'd be a little different than she had been with Megan,"
Sharon said, "but, no."
She turned and glanced over at Megan and Jason. He was talking and she
was listening, looking like he was all that interested her in the world.
KC followed her gaze.
"Oh, that's so cute," she said. Even Amber smiled.
"Yeah, it is."
Bryan had made the turn at the west end of the park and was now toddling
toward them. Julie was grinning broadly.
"Here comes the champ," Sharon called, and Amber and KC joined her in
cheering and applauding Bryan. Julie scooped in and picked him up.
"Good boy!" she cried, hugging him.
"He'll eat a nice big lunch after that," Sharon said. Ty started coughing
and crying.
"He's not himself today," KC said, her voice heavy. She reached down to
pick him up and her expression immediately changed to one of alarm.
"He's burning up," she cried softly. Amber rolled her eyes.
"Shit. There goes a morning in the park. Jules, can you and Sharon keep
an eye on the two lovebirds for a while? I'll take KC back to our place..."
"Relax, Amber," Sharon said. "I'll go back with KC. We'll take his
temperature and I can call the pediatrician while KC has her anxiety
attack."
Amber started to protest, but Sharon held up her hand.
"You deserve a spring morning in the park and a chance to see young love
bloom along with the magnolia trees," Sharon said.
"You sure?"
Sharon patted her arm. Tyler was starting to fuss in earnest, and KC held
him tightly.
"You take him, I'll take the stroller and equipment bag," she said to KC.
Amber seemed ready to admonish her stepdaughter about something, but
Sharon shook her head.
"Come on, Mom," she said to KC, who smiled weakly as they began their
trek to the condo further down Irving Place. "And relax. Babies get sick.
And then they get better."
"I know. Amber thinks I don't understand, but I do. She thinks I'm just
another knocked up, 14-year-old bitch who can't deal with it. But I can.
It's just that I've never felt him this hot before."
Sharon reached over and touched his head. She tried not to show any
alarm.
"See?"
She failed.
But she recovered quickly.
"He'll be fine, KC. Babies run high fevers. They don't last."
KC didn't say it, but Sharon could sense her thinking it, so she answered
the unasked question.
"I read up a lot. You have no idea how lucky you are."
By now they were at the townhouse where Amber lived with her husband,
children and now with KC and her baby.
"I've heard Julie talk about how much you want to have a baby, but that
you can't. I guess because you and Jocelyn are both..."
She stopped.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry. I'm such an asshole sometimes..."
"KC, stop," Sharon said softly. "There are ways for a woman to get
pregnant even if she doesn't have a man. I can't get pregnant for reasons
I'd rather not get into, and Jocelyn shouldn't because of her age. My
friends all seem desperate to tip-toe around the topic except for Julie
who, it seems, never stops talking about it."
Sharon took the baby.
"Ooh, he is hot. You have a thermometer?"
"Only the old fashioned kind. Here."
Sharon put Tyler down on the changing table and got his diaper off while
KC prepared the thermometer with Vaseline.
"I'll do it," KC said, and put the thermometer where it needed to go. She
waited and then extracted it a few minutes later. When she read it, she
paled visibly.
"Shit!"
"What is it?" Sharon asked.
"A h-hundred and four."
Sharon turned KC to face her and placed a hand on each shoulder.
"You're his mom. You're in charge. No one loves that little boy like you
do, and no one will keep him as safe as you can. So, cry now if you're
going to and then tell me what to do."
KC blinked.
"No, I'm okay. It was just the shock of it."
She hugged Sharon.
"You are a very special lady," KC said. Then she picked up the phone and
dialed a number.
"Hi, this is Ms. Stevens, calling about my son, Tyler. He's running a
very high fever and I need to get him in for a visit today...Don't tell me
that, I know you have Saturday hours...no, I will not take him to an ER and
let him sit for hours...yes, since he was born...well, we're coming - me, my
sick baby and my friend, a writer who is doing a story on the declining
quality of care for infants."
She hung up.
"Guess I went a little overboard. Let's go."
They went downstairs and flagged a cab on Irving Place. The doctor's
office was on East 28th Street, just off First Avenue. When they got
there, Sharon went to the receptionist.
"Stevens," she said. The receptionist looked up with a glare.
"Oh! You're Ms. Stevens?"
"No. I'm the writer."
The receptionist blanched.
"The doctor will see you as soon as possible," she said.
They sat down. The waiting room was crowded and noisy, and with Tyler
fast asleep, they chatted softly.
KC explained that she felt very isolated. Kids in school tended to avoid
her, because they felt uncomfortable. Not only that, but she found their
conversations silly and uninteresting.
"And boys," she said, rolling her eyes. "Forget it."
"It's funny," Sharon said. "A boy with a stroller is a magnet for girls -
they flock to him. But a girl with a stroller is radioactive."
"Got that right. Except one. I think he lives in your building. He's a
little older than me, very quiet, shy..."
"De--David?" Sharon asked, struggling to make sure she didn't use Deanna,
the name she had grown used to.
"Yeah," KC said with a smile. "Really sweet guy. Always says something
nice about me - about my hair, my clothes. He even complimented me on my
shoes the other day, and I was just wearing a plain pair of flats. It's
like he goes out of his way to say something nice.
"And he'll sit with me in the park, like, forever. He even picks up Ty
when he fusses."
"That's sweet."
KC smiled.
"Yeah, that's what he is. Really sweet."
The doctor took them. Sharon went in with KC, wanting to provide moral
support more than to be threatening, although she realized she was
serving both purposes. The doctor said it was a throat infection, took a
culture, said it could be strep and told KC to call the office on Monday
for the test result.
He prescribed an antibiotic and gave KC some other suggestions. KC asked
about the fever, and made sure she understood all of the instructions.
"Thank you, doctor," KC said.
"You're welcome. And relax. You're doing fine."
Then he turned to Sharon.
"So are you, Mom."
"Oh, no. I'm just a friend."
Sharon hadn't worked a Saturday at the restaurant in several weeks.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked Jocelyn. The dining room table
was covered with paper, piles and piles of e-mails and other documents.
She had a yellow legal pad on which she was making notes, and she kept
all the documents in strict date order.
"Positive. You can't help me with this because even I am not sure exactly
what I'm looking for. I have no idea how long it's going to take, so I'm
just going to take it one step at a time. I want you to be able to enjoy
yourself, and those crazy friends of yours at the restaurant should be
just the thing."
"I still think you need to look for something from Holloran that seems
like he's telling you about the deal. He was casual about it the night of
the dinner, but he made it sound like he'd explained the whole thing."
Jocelyn nodded.
"I know. I missed it that night, but you picked up on it. I trust your
instincts, darling, believe me."
"Should I bring you something?"
Jocelyn shrugged.
"I'll be fine."
"I'm going to being you something. One of Greta's specialties."
Jocelyn pulled her close and held her.
"I love you so much," she said. Sharon kissed her.
"I love you, too."
Sharon put the finishing touches on her makeup and put on a light coat.
"Please make sure you take a cab home," Jocelyn said. "Attacks on women
are up."
"If you insist."
Jocelyn put down her pen with a slam.
"I mean it!"
"Okay, okay. I promise."
The restaurant closed at one, and she made sure that the cleanup was done
and the money in the till was counted and then put in the safe. Greta had
packed a small take-home package for her to take to Jocelyn, a savory bit
of filet mignon in a lovely b?arnaise sauce.
As always, Maurice stayed with her waiting for a cab, but there
were none to be had. It was almost two when they finally flagged one
down, just as she was talking to Jocelyn on her cell.
"Sorry, Lady," the driver said when she gave him the address. "There's a
water main break over between Broadway and Park Avenue South. DEP has the
whole entire area closed off to traffic. I'll get you as close as I can."
He went up Eighth Avenue and then turned east on 20th Street. They got
close to Sixth when he found he couldn't go any further.
"Gotta let you out here. Sorry."
She paid him and got out to walk. At least it was only a few blocks.
There were emergency vehicles jamming up Sixth Avenue, but once she got
past that, it was suddenly quiet. The driver's information had been
wrong. He could have easily skirted the area of the water main break and
dropped her at her front door.
As she walked along 20th Street, she could hear the sound of her heels
against the pavement producing an echo; even Broadway was silent. She
glanced around as she walked, seized by the sense of being followed. At
one point, she thought she saw a shadow on the other side of the street,
and picked up her pace.
The more rapid clip-clop of her heels seemed louder, and that only
spurred her to walk a little faster. She glanced back repeatedly,
searching to see who might be following her, but she saw nothing.
All I have to do is get across Park Avenue South, she thought. She could
see it ahead. She was walking beneath scaffolding of a building being
renovated, with a huge dumpster in the street.
This is dangerous, she thought.
She picked up the pace, close to a run. She was just about past the
dumpster when she was suddenly knocked off balance. She was falling when
a strong, sweaty hand clamped over her mouth, stifling the scream that
never made it out.
Her purse was torn from her hand.
She was off balance and trying to right herself, but she was vaguely
aware of her skirt being pulled up. She tried to scream when she felt a
sharp blow to the head.
"Shut up, bitch!"
He grabbed her right breast and squeezed hard. She doubled over in pain.
She could feel his hardness prodding her in the leg.
It was already out?
"Aw, c'mon. You gonna love it, bitch."
A hand was back under her skirt, grasping at the waistband of her
pantyhose. He couldn't get a grip on it, and groped her buttocks instead.
"Nice ass. Let's see what else you got."
She kicked out as hard as she could and caught the side of the dumpster,
knocking them both backward. His head slammed hard into the support for
the scaffolding.
"Fuck!"
His hand slipped away from her mouth and she let out a piercing scream.
The hand clamped back over her mouth.
She bit down hard. It tasted foul.
"Fucking cunt!!"
He swing wildly at her head but missed, and hit the scaffold support
instead.
"God-damn you, whore!"
This time, he grabbed her throat.
The scream died.
"Guess I'm gonna hafta kill you first, cunt."
Both hands gripped her throat.
"Go ahead. Scream now."
No air.
"Come on, cunt! How you like it now?"
Dizzy.
Gagging.
"Just like the others."
Jocelyn...
Black.
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