The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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Call for Help
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters
I could hear the distress in her voice, my little Hannah: "Help Daddy.
Mommy is really sick. Please come." A heart-rending call for help.
"I can't do that sweetie," I explained. "Daddy is not allowed to be
with you without the special 'yes' that I told you about, remember?"
"Please Daddy, please," she said. I could hear Melody crying in the
background. The sound of both of my children in distress was too hard
to stand. What father could refuse to act, even in the face of the
Court order.
Barely thinking about I found myself running down the stairs and out the
door, my cell at my ear.
"She is really cold Daddy," said Hannah.
"You find some blankets, Honey," I said. "Tuck her up snugly and I will
be there soon. I am going to hang up the phone now, but you be ready to
open the door when I get there ...".
It was seven blocks, but it seemed to take an age to run it. I found
myself cursing Erin under my breath. I passed the street where I knew
was the 300 yard mark. I was now in breach of the order, but I had to
get there.
Hannah was looking out the window. Her sweet sad face made my heart
melt. She buzzed me in (she could barely reach the button) and opened
the door for me.
I could see immediately that Erin was dead. My once pretty and happy
wife was now wizened and cold, but the features that had attracted me to
her were still visible. The curse of heroin had robbed her of
everything else.
She told me that she had kicked it. I had. It had been hard, but in
truth it had been easier without her. We always seemed to trip one
another up when we were together. She had been able to persuade
everybody that it was my fault, that she was the innocent, that she was
the better parent. Now she lay there dead, with fresh tracks on her
arm, and I was clean.
She was covered with a blanket with only her face visible. Melody was
holding her cold hand, with a look of heart-rending concern.
Something made me sit down beside Erin's body and pull it to me. I had
loved this woman once, and now that she was dead she could not hate me.
I could hold her.
There was something black oozing from her lifeless mouth. I wiped it
with my T-shirt.
"When is she going to wake up, Daddy?" Melody asked plaintively.
"I don't think that she is going to wake up, sweetie," I said. "Mommy
is going to sleep forever. We are going to have to find a way to live
without her."
Hannah put her arms around me. Melody let go of her mother's hand and
came over to hug me as well. It was a sad but beautiful moment. I knew
then that we must never be apart again.
But there was a problem. In fact, more than one.
For reasons that I will never understand, Erin had taken out a
restraining order against me. I admit that it made me angry, so I had
breached it a couple of times, and I was on "watch". I was not supposed
to be anyway near where I was.
The result was that Erin had sole custody and I had only supervised
visitation rights. Of course I could seek custody, but I knew her
parents would oppose anything I did. They hated me and would do
anything to keep me from my kids. And they might succeed, what with me
having no job or stable living arrangements. I was basically couch
surfing and had been for close to a year.
Then there was the welfare check. She had income and I had nothing. My
only hope of income was the comics that I had been working on for years,
but nothing major expected anytime soon.
And then there was Erin's body. What would the police say? Sure it was
an overdose, but I was there, and she had accused me before of being her
supplier. The police knew that our relationship had broken down, so
might they suspect that I had killed her with a deliberate OD?
There was her blood or bile on my T-shirt. I took it off. I looked for
something to put on and just grabbed her silk kimono hanging nearby and
slipped it on.
"So, are you going to be Mommy now?" asked Hannah. It was so sweet that
I found myself smiling. I needed to be her with my kids. If only I
could just slip into her shoes. She was the approved parent. With all
the lies she had told amount me, I was a monster, denied even supervised
visitation. If I could just take over, nobody would even notice if I
disappeared.
If only.
Was it such a crazy idea? I was no tranny, but I had done drag a couple
of times for Halloween and fancy dress. I had the advantage of being
slight in build, no bigger than Erin. Her clothes would fit me. Even
her shoes. But pass as female?
Then, if I could, could I pass as her? Who knew her?
"Hannah, honey, who visits Mommy?" I asked.
"Just Mrs. Plummer from the Welfare Office," said Hannah. "I don't like
her. She is very mean to us. And her friend Jake comes sometimes."
Jake. That would be Jake Hearst. That is where the drugs came from. I
found her phone and scrolled through looking for calls. There were
texts to him and from him. The last one from her just read: "I need",
and his reply was: "Coming over fully loaded". Only yesterday.
I texted him: "I am not doing this anymore. I need to be clean for the
girls. Do not come again or call me ever".
I checked her emails. There was a message from the Welfare Office about
a home inspection on the evening of the 16th. Fuck, that was only 2
days away. It was not signed off as anybody Plummer, but rather the
local supervisor.
I replied: "I would like to delay this visit, and because of her
behavior towards my children I will not permit Plummer to enter our
home". Cross my fingers and hope that they will send a stranger. It
will need more than crossed fingers. If the person they send knows Erin
I am sunk. If they do not know her then I will have to pass myself off
as her.
"Who else comes around, Hannah? Who else does Mommy know?"
"You know her Daddy. She won't let anyone in the house. Mrs. Greene
used to baby sit but she doesn't live here anymore. We liked Mrs.
Greene."
"We need to get you both to school," I said. "Does Mommy take you?"
"Sometimes," said Hannah. "But we can walk by ourselves."
"Get yourselves ready," I said. "I am going to be Mommy now. When you
are ready you will need to say your final goodbyes to your old Mommy.
And then we are not going to say anything about this to anybody. Do you
understand? If you want me to stay and be your new Mommy, nobody knows.
OK?"
"But I know what's happening Daddy. Mommy's dead," she said. There was
a small tear in her eye, which I matched with my own. What father
cannot feel their own child's sadness?
"We can be sad at home, Honey," I told her. "Just the three of us - we
can cry together. But the only way that I can be here is if both you
and Melody keep it a secret. OK?"
She nodded. The truth is that Hannah had been forced to be responsible
too early, because her mother was such a mess. Of course, she knew what
was happening. She was forced to be aware well in advance of her age.
I knew that I could count on her. She would talk it over with Melody.
This could work. I would just need to keep my appearances in public to
a minimum. And I would need to make sure that my first appearance was a
winner.
For that I needed help, and I thought that I knew who to call.
I was a drug addict. So was my wife Erin. It is a dark place, but you
need not be alone. Drug addicts have no friends. Everybody is
expendable when you need what you need. But you need friends to climb
out of there. I had three, and I am not including Erin.
Dolores (Dolly) had trained as a hairdresser, so she had a good job, but
she needed to work as a prostitute to earn the money for drugs. In her
day job, I would never have known that she was not a real woman, except
for learning her limitations as a sex worker.
I was stronger than Dolly, and Zack, and Bertus, in leading us out of
that place. We had a "call for help" pact. Zack and Bertus had called
me once each, Dolly had called me three times. She owed me, maybe she
even owed me her life, and she knew it.
"It's early so I can pass on my bookings," she said. "I can be there in
five, but only for a couple of hours."
I got the girls ready for school. Melody said that if they were down on
the street 15 minutes before the school bell, they could walk with Mrs.
Delaney and her kids.
They were barely out of the house when Dolly rang the doorbell. I had
time to hide Erin's body. It was so small and thin that it folded into
a large suitcase.
Dolly looked great. She was clean. She was looking me up and down.
"You could pull off the look," she said. "But voice and movement will
take time. Weeks if not months."
"I don't have that," I said. "I need to leave the apartment, but I
cannot be seen here. Unless you have a better idea, I need a good
disguise. I need to go out as Erin."
"I don't even have a wig," she said. "I would have to work a miracle
with what you have there, even though it is long enough to work with.
You had better show me what Erin has."
She did not ask where she was. As I said, she owed me. She knew that
she needed no explanation as to why I was alone in my estranged wife's
apartment, so why even ask?
"We are in luck," she said. "No wig, but this is a hairpiece to add
volume, and in her hair color, and there is plenty of that in her
cabinet. And there are other good quality products. And we have
curlers and pins. Yes, as I said, I can pull off the look, But, you
have about 90 minutes to learn to act female, something that has taken
me half a lifetime. Hmm."
"Where do I start?" I asked.
"Run a bath," she said. "We need a total shave down. And I need a
plastic basin to do your hair.
I followed instructions. Dolly knew what to do. She focused on my face
and my hair, plucking and plastering, washing and blow-drying. And all
the time she did this she had me yodeling and doing other vocal
exercises to lift the tone of my voice.
"Good hair and good skin will go a long way," she said. "And when you
open your mouth, we need a woman's voice to come out, but movement will
be your biggest problem. You walk and move your arms like a man, but if
I tell you not to do that you will look like a drag artist. It has to
be very subtle. I meant it when I said it took me years. We just need
to follow some simple rules for the time being. Avoid walking. We will
use props to keep your hands in use. We can figure this out if we are
talking about a limited exercise."
"To be honest, I don't know how long I will need to do this," I told
her. "Maybe after a while I can just come forward and tell them that I
have been looking after them while Erin is on a bender. It would have
to be long enough to prove that I am a good parent."
"There you are," said Dolly. "Have a look in the mirror."
I moved to the bedroom to have a look and when I saw the reflection in
the mirror, I could not believe that it was me. Dolly had me dressed
down in a fairly plain dress, but beneath it there was a garment that
she had brought with her to give me shape. The freshly shaven legs
looked great, and the almost flat shoes were practical, but it was above
the shoulders that she had really worked her miracle. The hairpiece was
for Erin to glam up, but Dolly had had cut and curled it to add feminine
volume at the back, while blow-drying my own longish hair to have volume
in front. There was a side parting and a colorful barrette, but the
hair was off my face showing beautifully shaped eyebrows, just a hint of
eyeliner and mascara, and neutral lipstick. It was so understated, that
it was totally convincing. But what was so totally unexpected was just
how pretty I was. Really pretty. Embarrassingly so. Better looking
than Dolly. Better looking than Erin.
"I, ... I," I stammered. "Thank you. Great job, thank you."
"Voice," she snapped.
"Thank you," I said it again, the right way, adding: "You're a
sweetheart." But I could not take my eyes of the woman in the mirror.
"Look after that do," said Dolly. "If it comes astray you will need to
come to the salon to have proper extensions, and they will be expensive.
If its long term that's what you need, and something more lasting on
getting rid of that beard. Until then it's the closest shave you can
get, plenty of this concealer, and then this skin tone. And that won't
last a full day."
I was still admiring myself when she left to get on with her work.
But I had work to do too.
My daughters had a key to the apartment and let themselves in after
school. I was in wearing a large apron and rubber gloves as I was in
the bedroom wiping down with bleach Erin's body and the suitcase
containing it. When I heard them come in I closed everything up so that
I could greet them in the living room.
"Hi girls," I said, in my best effort at my new voice.
They both stood staring for a moment. I took of the gloves then the
apron being careful not to disarrange my hair and struck a little pose
to show the new me. Hannah just rushed at me to hold me, followed
quickly by Melody.
"Mommy, Mommy," said Melody.
"You're going to be the best Mom," said Hannah. It hurt a little that
what she was saying was that I could be a better mom than Erin, but I
wanted that to be true. That aside, it was a moment of true family
bliss, the feeling only a parent can understand. Before I knew it, we
were all sobbing with happiness.
I had dinner on. Soon after Dolly had left, I made my first venture
out. I just needed to go to the deli around the corner. I had a bag
over my shoulder to put both of my hands on the straps as Dolly
suggested. Rather than walk I did an almost skipping, almost running,
bustle, that would be less noticeable.
"You're new," the young man behind the counter said.
"Just covering for my sister," I explained, in my best voice. I
realized that it might be a good idea to be seen and known should
anybody ask about me, so I swapped some small talk as I ordered some
meat, fresh pasta, sauce herbs and vegetables. Things went well. I was
able to hurry home and get a meal on.
I wanted it to be good. I wanted my kids to have a good quality home-
cooked meal. God knows what they had been eating if their mother was
strung out.
As it happened, they loved the meal. And afterwards, rather than watch
TV we looked through some old photos and the like and talked about their
mother. We all cried a little. It is funny how wearing a dress makes
it so much easier to cry, but I was glad that I could. I held them
close, one on either side of me, just three sad females. It was an
experience that I will always treasure. It was ... transformative.
More importantly, we were a family. Me, and my two daughters. A solo
mother on welfare, with her two daughters. We could pull this off. I
had one more day, then the following morning I would have a home
inspection. I knew what to expect, as Erin had told me about one
before: The inspector would call in the morning before the kids went to
school to ensure that they were up and fed and ready for their day. I
would be ready.
I decided that part time work might help. I could put in some hours
without losing welfare benefits, and it would look good. I would ring
another of my "call for help" pact, Zack Barrett, who was back at work
running a machine shop nearby. He was always complaining that he was
buried in paperwork.
"So, let me get this straight," he said over the phone, "You are not
looking to get paid, just have a job for a bit, and you want to do it in
drag."
"Not in drag," I corrected. "I am living with my kids now as their
mother. It's a long story, but she is not around at the moment, and I
am filling her place."
"To be honest, pal, if you can help tidy up our shit, I'll be happy to
pay you, over the counter or under," he said. "You're hired."
"Text that to me at the number I will give you," I said. "And while I
am in her place, call me Erin."
"OK Erin," he said. "Can you start today?"
So, I got dressed and went around to his workshop. My hair was still
holding together and after shaving and applying the concealer, I did my
best with some makeup. I decided that it would be messy, so I wore a
pair of Erin's skinny jeans, which I filled out much better than she did
with her scrawny frame. I put on a brightly floral top over a filled
bra. With just a morning's instruction from Dolly I thought I had
picked the best piece in the wardrobe. It did not accentuate my
shoulders and was long enough to conceal and over large camel toe when I
walked. Now that walk was a little less hurried and more confident.
'Keep it free and natural', I told myself.
Zack could not believe it was me.
"I had no idea you were transgender," he said. It seemed like the
easiest explanation. It was certainly better than to say that my ex-
wife's body was stuffed in a suitcase and I was filling her shoes to
keep the welfare check coming.
Zack's office was a mess. It was as if any piece of paper was just
thrown in, and nobody actually seemed to work in there. Bills got paid
when creditors followed up, but invoicing was COD and not in order, and
following up debtors seemed to be not happening at all. I spent that
day just getting it organized, but by the time I was due at the salon, I
told Zack that I expected to bring in a lot of money, just from debtors
and invoicing uncollected goods and work in progress.
I had put in four hours so I welcomed the chair at the salon. Despite
the strange smells and goings on, I think that I was learning to
understand what a haven this could be.
Dolly had lined up hair extensions. I thought that she was going to run
with a wig, but she said that my hair had looked so good the day before
that extensions would be better. But she did warn me: "You will have
hair that you will need to look after, but it will look great." She
gave me instructions and I was ready. I went home with it in a sort of
bonnet and enjoyed a long shower.
I embraced the girls when they got home, and asked: "What do you think?"
"Oh Mommy, its so pretty", said Melody. "We can braid it for you. We
can do lots of styles. We did it for Mom ... for the other Mommy ...
you know ... we did it for her when she couldn't. When her hands were
shaky. And her makeup too. We are really good at hairstyles and
makeup. Oh Mommy, we are going to have so much fun."
I almost burst into tears of joy. All of my dreams seemed to have come
true. I was with my children. I was sad to have lost Erin, but the
truth is that she had been the problem for so long, and now we were (not
to sound too cold) better off without her.
I let the girls brush my hair that night. We played around a little,
but I wanted to make sure that all the bonding held firm. Tomorrow
morning was going to be a key test.
And when we rose in the morning, I was ready for a few surprises.
The first one was the happy surprise that the inspector had never met
Erin and accepted me as her. This I had hoped for by disqualifying the
regular visitor, but happily there was no photo of Erin on the papers,
just photos of Hannah and Melody.
The second surprise was that I was so successful in passing myself off
as a woman, that I became aware that the inspector was attracted to me!
His name was Grayson Boult, but he said: "Call me Gray." He was a
little older than me. Early thirties I guess. He came from a mining
town in Pennsylvania and had gone down the mines when he finished high
school, but he wanted something more. He went to night school and
Community College and graduated with a degree in social work. He loved
kids and wanted to help disadvantaged families. He said that he wasn't
a talker, but he seemed to want to tell me everything about himself. I
let him because I was still uncertain about my own voice. I said as
little as possible. Just lots of smiles.
I made him coffee and fed him cookies.
"Did you make these?" he asked.
I just smiled as if I had. He needed to think that I was the best
mother in town. I think that I left him with a good impression.
Still, I had a plan in my head that required me to move out of the city.
I figured that if I was to get back to being a real father, and not just
a father pretending to be a mother, it needed to be somewhere else. But
I still depended on the welfare payments, and they were local.
"I can help you with a transfer if that is what you want," said Gray,
with what sounded like a hint of disappointment. "But your girls are
settled in school, and I am sure they are your priority. And now you
have a job, which I will check up on tomorrow. It looks good for you
here. And I am her to help you ... I mean, the Department is here to
support you ... and your family."
I gave him my sweetest thank-you smile. He just looked at me. It was
kind of weird.
I turned up for work the following day, and things became even weirder.
If Zack had been surprised to see me dressed as a woman on my first day,
he was staggered that I should reappear on my second day at work looking
the way I did.
"You could be a model," he said. "You'd better stay off the workshop
floor. You will drive my workers crazy, looking as good as you do."
And he was right. First the social worker and now these guys.
That night I borrowed the workshop van so that I could dispose of Erin's
body. I had some scrap metal from the workshop to weight the suitcase
and I knew the isolated bridge where I could ditch it. I needed to
drive for miles that night. Then I needed to load the weights inside
the suitcase while on the bridge, as it would have been too heavy to
manhandle otherwise. Luckily it was a very quiet night, and nobody saw
me.
As I watched the bubbles, I found myself wondering how life would have
been if things had been different. Maybe if Erin had never met me, her
life could have been happy. Maybe if she had met somebody like Grayson
Boult, who wanted to do good in the world, she would have led a
rewarding life of contentment, surrounded by children. It could have
been a wonderful life. Wonderful.
I was just worried about leaving my girls alone. I hurried back but it
was almost morning by the time my van pulled up outside our place.
Grayson came around a few days later with papers to transfer welfare out
of state. This time I had baked my own cookies. I just followed a
recipe, but they turned out really well. He loved them.
"Look, this is breaking all the rules, but before you consider moving, I
wonder if you might consider going out to dinner with me? After you
have moved then I will have no conflicts to deal with, so ... what do
you say?"
What could I say? I think of a whole host of things now, like "I don't
think it would be appropriate" or "I'm not looking for any attachments
in my life right now". That would work. But instead a little girly
voice came out and said: "Oh, that sounds fantastic, I would love to."
Fantastic? As in - a fantasy. Fantastic.
Well, it was. He picked me up a couple of nights later. He had even
arranged a sitter for the girls. I wore a little black dress over a
body shaper that Dolly had provided, with gel inserts that wobbled just
like real breasts. She helped me with evening "smoky eye" makeup and
dramatic lipstick. I got myself ready way too soon and ended up clip-
clopping around the apartment in my heels until the bell rang.
I don't think that there is anything quite so satisfying as taking a
man's breath away with that first look at you. It is like a compliment
on a masterpiece that you have created, but where you are both the
creator and the masterpiece. And in his eyes, you see the power that
you have. The power to move a heart. And that was not the only part of
his anatomy that I moved. But I was not thinking about that then. I am
not sure what I was thinking but it was not that.
"Wow," he said.
I offered him a soft freshly manicured hand, to lead me to his car, and
to an evening of bliss.
Of course, the problem is that fantasies are make believe, and this was
too. The reality was filthy. This goddess that he was admiring was a
man in disguise. A previous drug addict. A man who had disposed of his
wife's body so that he could take her place and appropriate her welfare
payments. A villain, but with a noble motive - my children.
But as I sat there, playing with my hair, and laughing at his jokes, and
hanging on his every word, these thoughts were miles away. In fact, it
was not until he drove me back to my block and kissed me on my doorstep,
with his tongue in my mouth, and his hand fondling my silicone... - But
not even then. At that moment my stomach was not turning at the thought
of kissing another man. My only thought was that I wished that breast
was real so that I could have felt that caress.
How is this possible? Can a man become so completely absorbed by his
disguise that even his own sexuality is changed? When I was back inside
and the babysitter had left with him, I feverishly stripped everything
off and stood in front of the mirror. There I was, the slim, pale,
hairless body, with no breasts, and a penis that seemed so much smaller
than it ever had been - almost as if it was responding to the change in
me by shriveling away to nothing. I could now look at myself and ask:
"What are your feelings towards Grayson Boult?"
My hair was still feminine. Even with all the makeup gone, my face did
not look masculine. The eyes were big and ... full of tears. In that
moment I knew that I was falling in love with Grayson Boult. Whatever I
had been before that moment, what I ever I was now, I knew that I wanted
to be a wife to Grayson Boult.
to be continued ...
Author's Note: I have never (ever) written a "to be continued" story
before. But to be honest, I really don't know how the new Erin is going
to get out of this with the man she wants and end up being a wife and
mother in a huge rambling foster home in the Pennsylvania Appalachians.
Does anybody have any ideas?? Please help.
© Maryanne Peters 2019
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