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hints of softness all around them. He liked her. She had character. He could see why Jonathan married her.
She reminded him of his wife, Monà's mother.
"Surprised?"
"What, that you're pregnant or that you're here?"
"No, that I'm black."
"Why would I be?"
"I don't know. I wasn't sure if it would bother you."
"My wife was black, although if you look at Naya, Jonathan, or even Simone, one might never know it. You could see her so much in Monà. Looking at her was like looking right into the eyes of…"
Felicia saw the grief in his eyes as he leaned on his cane again. She knew some of the history.
Silence sat in between them and each stared in a different direction for obvious reasons.
"Jonathan doesn't know that I'm here."
JK smiled. He wasn't surprised.
"Is there somewhere you and I can sit down and talk?"
JK finally realized that they were still standing in his foyer.
He motioned toward the sitting room.
Felicia laughed softly.
She sat on the sofa and looked around. She tried not to look so impressed but it was difficult not to.
"This place is huge."
"Yes, it used to be my parent's home."
"Yes, Jonathan told me."
"Forgive me if I don't smile when you say his name."
"He told me about you two's history."
"Really? I'm surprised."
"Yes really, I am his wife remember? Anyway, I know that he tried to blackmail you. I know how he felt about Naya, his mother. I know about you and how you treated him in such a cold and heartless manner, when he was young. I know that you thought he was your son. I know what you did to Naya, and to her mother, so please forgive me if I don't smile."
"So then, if you know all these things, why are you here?"
JK saw the sadness all over her face as she started to speak.
"Chris passed away."
JK could hear his heart stop.
"Naya," he said through brief moments of complete shock.
Felicia reached out and touched his hand. She fought back her own tears.
Neither spoke for what seemed like forever.
"How is she?"
"I don't think she knows yet?"
"How could she not know?"
"Last night, I went by the hospital to see her and Chris only to find that she had just left. They said she almost stopped breathing herself, after Chris almost passed away the first time. I was told that the doctor made her go home to try and get some needed rest.
"I stayed for awhile. It happened while I was there. The doctor just couldn't find the strength to call and tell her. I still haven't told Jonathan. He was asleep when I got home. This morning he was in so much pain. He and Naya had gotten into a serious fight at the hospital before I got there. He blames himself for the accident. I still haven't found the strength to tell him. I did call Carl, so that he could tell Simone."
"So who's going to tell her? She has to know."
"That's why I'm here. I think you should tell her."
"What?"
"I know it will be difficult but you're her father, regardless of whether you should be or not."
JK grew silent. What was left of his aging mind was running rampant. He was sure his blood pressure was up, and that within any minute he would have another heart attack.
"Look" he said, "I can't do it. Look at me; I can barely get around. My ticker is hanging on only by the thousands of medications that keep it slightly going. My lungs have just about left me and my mind is—well, just plain gone. How am I supposed to tell her that the love of her life, a man she has been married to just over thirty-years is gone, how?"
"You can tell her because you know what it's like to lose a spouse."
"Get out!"
"You know what I'm saying is true."
"You're just as cold as the man you married!"
"No, that's not true. Yes, he did some horrible things but I'm saying this because she needs you. More than you know."
"Why can't you tell her?"
"Aren't you her father?"
JK didn't respond.
"There is a lot going on in this family, too much pain. It's time to put an end to all of this. Be there for your daughter. Be there. Don't let this
She reminded him of his wife, Monà's mother.
"Surprised?"
"What, that you're pregnant or that you're here?"
"No, that I'm black."
"Why would I be?"
"I don't know. I wasn't sure if it would bother you."
"My wife was black, although if you look at Naya, Jonathan, or even Simone, one might never know it. You could see her so much in Monà. Looking at her was like looking right into the eyes of…"
Felicia saw the grief in his eyes as he leaned on his cane again. She knew some of the history.
Silence sat in between them and each stared in a different direction for obvious reasons.
"Jonathan doesn't know that I'm here."
JK smiled. He wasn't surprised.
"Is there somewhere you and I can sit down and talk?"
JK finally realized that they were still standing in his foyer.
He motioned toward the sitting room.
Felicia laughed softly.
She sat on the sofa and looked around. She tried not to look so impressed but it was difficult not to.
"This place is huge."
"Yes, it used to be my parent's home."
"Yes, Jonathan told me."
"Forgive me if I don't smile when you say his name."
"He told me about you two's history."
"Really? I'm surprised."
"Yes really, I am his wife remember? Anyway, I know that he tried to blackmail you. I know how he felt about Naya, his mother. I know about you and how you treated him in such a cold and heartless manner, when he was young. I know that you thought he was your son. I know what you did to Naya, and to her mother, so please forgive me if I don't smile."
"So then, if you know all these things, why are you here?"
JK saw the sadness all over her face as she started to speak.
"Chris passed away."
JK could hear his heart stop.
"Naya," he said through brief moments of complete shock.
Felicia reached out and touched his hand. She fought back her own tears.
Neither spoke for what seemed like forever.
"How is she?"
"I don't think she knows yet?"
"How could she not know?"
"Last night, I went by the hospital to see her and Chris only to find that she had just left. They said she almost stopped breathing herself, after Chris almost passed away the first time. I was told that the doctor made her go home to try and get some needed rest.
"I stayed for awhile. It happened while I was there. The doctor just couldn't find the strength to call and tell her. I still haven't told Jonathan. He was asleep when I got home. This morning he was in so much pain. He and Naya had gotten into a serious fight at the hospital before I got there. He blames himself for the accident. I still haven't found the strength to tell him. I did call Carl, so that he could tell Simone."
"So who's going to tell her? She has to know."
"That's why I'm here. I think you should tell her."
"What?"
"I know it will be difficult but you're her father, regardless of whether you should be or not."
JK grew silent. What was left of his aging mind was running rampant. He was sure his blood pressure was up, and that within any minute he would have another heart attack.
"Look" he said, "I can't do it. Look at me; I can barely get around. My ticker is hanging on only by the thousands of medications that keep it slightly going. My lungs have just about left me and my mind is—well, just plain gone. How am I supposed to tell her that the love of her life, a man she has been married to just over thirty-years is gone, how?"
"You can tell her because you know what it's like to lose a spouse."
"Get out!"
"You know what I'm saying is true."
"You're just as cold as the man you married!"
"No, that's not true. Yes, he did some horrible things but I'm saying this because she needs you. More than you know."
"Why can't you tell her?"
"Aren't you her father?"
JK didn't respond.
"There is a lot going on in this family, too much pain. It's time to put an end to all of this. Be there for your daughter. Be there. Don't let this
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