Part 18 (1/2)
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN.
But what about your cla.s.ses?” Bennett watched as Pete folded his good suit and placed it carefully in his suitcase.
”I'll catch up with my studies when I get back from Shay's Ford.” Pete buckled his suitcase and faced Bennett across the small hotel room.
Bennett shook his head and sat on the edge of his creaky bed. ”What makes you think you can take care of five kids on your own?”
”Six.” The word barked out, harsh and insistent. ”I haven't given up on Oscar.” Pete's shoulders sagged. He looked more tired-and worried-than Bennett had ever seen him. ”Marta's married. I'll just have to pray her husband is a decent man and she'll be all right. I can't do anything for her now. But as for the others . . .”
Remembering the two boys who'd come to their hotel room that day, Bennett understood Pete's concern. Those kids looked like they could use a helping hand. But Pete didn't seem to realize his hands were already full.
Bennett flopped against the limp pillow and propped his ankle on his opposite knee. ”I admire you for your starch, but how do you expect to go to school and and play papa to a bunch of kids? How're you going to provide for 'em? You don't have the money to support five-” play papa to a bunch of kids? How're you going to provide for 'em? You don't have the money to support five-”
Pete glared at him.
”Six kids. You take that on, you'll have to forget about becoming a preacher. Did you suddenly decide that's not so important after all?”
Pete flinched.
Bennett hated to throw cold water over his friend's fire, but somebody had to be the voice of reason. No eighteen-year-old ought to be saddled with the responsibility of surrogate parenthood. He sat up, thumping the rough floorboards with his stocking feet. ”Think about it, Pete. You can be either a student or a papa, but not both. Which'll do the most good for the most people? Take over with those kids and you reach five . . . six lives; but if you become a preacher . . .”
Pete chewed on his lip, and Bennett knew he'd hit a nerve. Pete had wanted to become a preacher for so long; how could he give it up now? And what made him think he could raise five kids? Five, not six. That oldest one was a goner no matter what Pete wanted to believe.
”Your family's been managing without you all these years. Let 'em go, Pete. They're strangers to you. Strangers. That means they're nothin nothin'.”
Instead of nodding in agreement, Pete stuck out his chin. Resolve burned in his eyes. ”You're wrong. Those kids-they're everything, Bennett. They're my brothers and sister-my flesh and blood. How could I stand in a pulpit and preach about G.o.d's love, knowing I'd left my own brothers and sister in a gutter, hurting and broken? I'd be the biggest kind of hypocrite. No”-he s.n.a.t.c.hed up the suitcase and headed for the door-”I'm hopping the first train to Shay's Ford. I need Jackson's help if I'm going to get Oscar's sentence overturned and gain custody of Wendell, Orel, Elma, Dennis, and Lorenzo.”
Bennett leapt up, grabbing his shoes as he walked toward Pete. ”Then let me come with you.”
Pete rolled his eyes. ”First Libby, now you. Why does everyone think I'm so helpless they need to come with me?”
Despite the situation, Bennett couldn't help grinning. ”Ol' Lib wanted to come, too?”
”Insisted on it. Said she was the one who figured out Oscar was my brother and the one who went with me to see my folks and met my brothers and sister, so she should be with me when I talk to Jackson.” He shook his head, then sucked in a big breath and blew it out. ”I told her no, and I'm telling you no. This is my fight, and I'll fight it alone.”
Bennett wasn't surprised Libby wanted to be in the thick of things. He chuckled as he remembered the way she'd charged into their hotel room like her tail was on fire earlier that evening, spouting that she had to find Petey and quick. Libby got herself in a dither on a regular basis, but he'd never seen so her so wound up.
Pete reached for the door handle, his expression softening. ”Don't think I'm not grateful, Bennett. You and Libby are true friends, standing by me when things are tough. I'll always appreciate your willingness to help me.”
Bennett squirmed, guilt niggling. He didn't want to go along to help as much as he wanted to be part of the excitement.
Pete continued, ”But I have to this do on my own.” He paused, an odd look on his face. ”There is something you can help me with, though . . .”
Bennett hopped up, eager to be part of this. ”Sure.”
”Roy Daley . . . Alice-Marie's cousin?”
Hearing the name of his nemesis, Bennett bristled. ”What about him?”
”He wants to keep company with Libby, and he asked me to help him out.”
Bennett's jaw dropped. ”He what?”
Pete nodded, his face flaming red. ”He promised he'd hold a place on the Beta Theta Pi pledge list for both of us if I helped him, but that neither of us would be accepted if I didn't.”
”He threatened threatened you?” you?”
”He was very friendly about it, but it does come down to a threat of sorts. More toward you than me.” Pete shook his head. ”I don't care about fraternities. Especially now, when I might not even be going back to school.” A pained expression creased his brow, but he swept his hand over his face and erased it. ”I know how much it means to you, though, and I don't want to stand in the way of you getting what you want. But I can't imagine throwing Libby at him just to secure a spot in a fraternity . . . can you?”
The fraternity was important to Bennett-he wouldn't deny it. Being a Beta Theta Pi would allow him to belong to the most elite group at the college-a big come-up for a homeless, nameless orphan. But could he sacrifice Libby to get in?
Pete must have read his silence as unwillingness. ”If you'd rather not talk to him, it's all right. I'll take care of it when-”
Bennett slapped Pete's shoulder. ”You've got plenty to think about, so don't worry about Roy and his ol' fraternity. I'll handle it.”
Pete seemed to wilt with relief. ”Thanks, Bennett. You and the girls have a safe trip to Chambers tomorrow. I'll see you . . . soon, I hope.” He headed out the door.
Bennett turned the lock on the door, then crossed to the window. Pus.h.i.+ng the curtain aside, he peered out at the night. He'd told Pete he'd take care of the situation with Roy, and he would. A grin climbed his cheeks. Oh yes, he most definitely would take care of Roy. But he'd do it his way.
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Pete accepted the gla.s.s of milk Maelle offered and took a long drink as Jackson settled into the leather chair behind his desk. After their initial surprise at unexpectedly finding him-disheveled and bleary-eyed from his overnight travels-on their doorstep on a Sat.u.r.day morning, Jackson and Maelle had welcomed him into their home and behaved as though a weekend visit from him was nothing out of the ordinary.
Maelle leaned in and gave Jackson a peck on the cheek. ”You two have a good chat. The girls and I are going to bake bread today.” She laughed softly as she headed for the door. ”Hopefully these these loaves will rise!” The door clicked shut behind her. loaves will rise!” The door clicked shut behind her.
Jackson rocked in his chair, chuckling. ”Maelle has taken to motherhood like a duckling takes to water. She's determined to do everything with Hannah and Hester that she would have done with her own mother, had things been different.” His face clouded for a moment. ”Makes me almost regret those years she had to wait while I served in the legislature. But . . .” Linking his hands behind his head, he grinned. ”We can't go back and change what's been, can we? All we can do is make the most of today.”
”I agree.” Pete set the empty gla.s.s on the edge of Jackson's desk and cupped his knees with his hands. ”And that's why I'm here. I need to make the most of today.”
Jackson sat in attentive silence while Pete shared the details of his time with his parents and younger siblings. He repeated Keith's observations, then outlined the sad fate awaiting Oscar-the same fate that could very well befall his other brothers someday, if things didn't change. His stomach clenched and his voice quivered, but he laid every ugly detail at Jackson's feet. Then, spent, he said, ”I want my name changed-I want to erase every bit of Gunter Leidig's imprint from my life. But more than that, I want to get my brothers and sister away from him before he destroys them. How can I become their guardian?”
Jackson, who had remained sober-faced throughout Pete's entire recitation, now grimaced. He leaned forward, rubbing one hand over his face. ”Pete, that's not a battle easily won.”
Anger stirred in Pete's middle. ”Why not? You heard everything I said-children forced to steal, wearing bruises, skipping school . . . and look where Oscar is right now! Shouldn't that prove Gunter Leidig is an abusive father?”
”I'd say he's far from ideal.” Jackson spoke calmly. ”But unfortunately the laws are pretty fuzzy on what const.i.tutes abuse. Most courts are very hesitant to remove children from a parent's care.
And while I understand your concern and completely support you, I have to be honest with you, Pete. I don't know of any judge who would give an eighteen-year-old university student-”
”I'm dropping out to get a job.” During his long night of wakefulness at the depot, sitting on a hard bench waiting for the early-morning train to Shay's Ford, Pete had come to several conclusions. Bennett was right that he couldn't stay in school and and support his siblings, so he'd have to quit school and find a full-time job. He intended to start looking as soon as he left Jackson's house. support his siblings, so he'd have to quit school and find a full-time job. He intended to start looking as soon as he left Jackson's house.
”Aaron and Isabelle will skin you alive.”
Pete didn't even blink in response to Jackson's dry comment.
”This has nothing to do with Aaron and Isabelle. This is my decision.”