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suddenly. “I shouldn’t have told her about Lauren Bonner. That story’s too much like the way her mother acts. I should have realized I was warning her off.”
“You know, maybe there was a reason you told her about Lauren Bonner,” Terry responded thoughtfully. “Subconsciously, you could have been pointing out the kind of woman her own mother is. Clarice needed to realize that. You made her really look at a relationship she already knew was not exactly healthy.”
“That’s a comforting thought.” Farris quirked his lips in appreciation of the attempted solace, “but even you can’t swear that it’s true.”
Terry stared at him. “You know, in those three months she was here, I got to know Clarice almost as well as I know you. You’re both alike, you know, running to get comfort from animals because people have hurt you so badly.” He held up an admonitory hand when he saw Farris’ startled face. “Dina and I watched everything, you know. We saw the hurt expression on your toddler face when your dad wouldn’t notice you. Then later we noticed you were kind of aloof-like in school. You looked like some of those horses out there, the ones who act like humans are too insignificant to be noticed. – Of course, there were never any problems that screamed for attention, but we knew you weren’t quite adjusted like the average kid.”
“That sums up so much,” Farris responded unhappily, “and, because I never crossed that line, nobody would think to help me.”
“A lot of us are like that, walking wounded.” Terry gave a regretful smile. “That’s a good portion of the human condition, I’m afraid. Nobody ever notices us.”
“But you worked with Clarice,” Farris stared at the older man. “I think you made a difference there.”
“I talked to her about handling her finances,” Terry replied. “That girl was a babe in the woods! – You didn’t notice, because you’re used to managing business affairs. Clarice wanted me to send her mother half of everything we paid her – and her 26 years old! Then she sat here and lapped up everything I told her. - The best thing I ever did was get some health insurance for her; she sure as hell needs that right now.”
“She mentioned you were teaching her about auto insurance,” Farris remembered. “She acted all goggle-eyed, like she’d never heard of it before.” Suddenly feeling much better, Farris rose. “Thanks for helping out.”
Finally, Marion Saxe decided to take her revenge to the tabloids. By now, she was no longer thinking of dire financial consequences or monetary rewards for herself. None of the people involved, after all, were rock stars or celebrities. They could probably continue making a comfortable living regardless of the publicity; most people seemed to. – What she could do was make sure they were all chased by paparazzi and had photographs from all stages of their lives printed in inappropriate places in the public press.
Marion knew just how to write the blurbs to tickle the palates of the less-responsible press. After all, it wasn’t as though real news was happening 24/7. She started sending queries to the smaller tabloid journals.
Soon, Marion saw her own story written up nationally, with special attention to the now semi-furnished garage apartment. She got to make a tearful confession of her own ‘youthful mistake’ and have a wonderful time emoting on a daytime talk show.
Her first victim, John Pirtle, fired off a sardonic counter-blast, utilizing the name Marion had made up (not gotten from an obituary column) for Clarice’s birth certificate. Pirtle produced a photographic portrait blow-up of Maurice, Comte de Saxe, and told with ironic amusement how that worthy had sired 500 illegitimate children, in addition to having a military career.
Clarice and Farris, without mutual consultation, both decided to treat Marion’s revelations with a
“You know, maybe there was a reason you told her about Lauren Bonner,” Terry responded thoughtfully. “Subconsciously, you could have been pointing out the kind of woman her own mother is. Clarice needed to realize that. You made her really look at a relationship she already knew was not exactly healthy.”
“That’s a comforting thought.” Farris quirked his lips in appreciation of the attempted solace, “but even you can’t swear that it’s true.”
Terry stared at him. “You know, in those three months she was here, I got to know Clarice almost as well as I know you. You’re both alike, you know, running to get comfort from animals because people have hurt you so badly.” He held up an admonitory hand when he saw Farris’ startled face. “Dina and I watched everything, you know. We saw the hurt expression on your toddler face when your dad wouldn’t notice you. Then later we noticed you were kind of aloof-like in school. You looked like some of those horses out there, the ones who act like humans are too insignificant to be noticed. – Of course, there were never any problems that screamed for attention, but we knew you weren’t quite adjusted like the average kid.”
“That sums up so much,” Farris responded unhappily, “and, because I never crossed that line, nobody would think to help me.”
“A lot of us are like that, walking wounded.” Terry gave a regretful smile. “That’s a good portion of the human condition, I’m afraid. Nobody ever notices us.”
“But you worked with Clarice,” Farris stared at the older man. “I think you made a difference there.”
“I talked to her about handling her finances,” Terry replied. “That girl was a babe in the woods! – You didn’t notice, because you’re used to managing business affairs. Clarice wanted me to send her mother half of everything we paid her – and her 26 years old! Then she sat here and lapped up everything I told her. - The best thing I ever did was get some health insurance for her; she sure as hell needs that right now.”
“She mentioned you were teaching her about auto insurance,” Farris remembered. “She acted all goggle-eyed, like she’d never heard of it before.” Suddenly feeling much better, Farris rose. “Thanks for helping out.”
Finally, Marion Saxe decided to take her revenge to the tabloids. By now, she was no longer thinking of dire financial consequences or monetary rewards for herself. None of the people involved, after all, were rock stars or celebrities. They could probably continue making a comfortable living regardless of the publicity; most people seemed to. – What she could do was make sure they were all chased by paparazzi and had photographs from all stages of their lives printed in inappropriate places in the public press.
Marion knew just how to write the blurbs to tickle the palates of the less-responsible press. After all, it wasn’t as though real news was happening 24/7. She started sending queries to the smaller tabloid journals.
Soon, Marion saw her own story written up nationally, with special attention to the now semi-furnished garage apartment. She got to make a tearful confession of her own ‘youthful mistake’ and have a wonderful time emoting on a daytime talk show.
Her first victim, John Pirtle, fired off a sardonic counter-blast, utilizing the name Marion had made up (not gotten from an obituary column) for Clarice’s birth certificate. Pirtle produced a photographic portrait blow-up of Maurice, Comte de Saxe, and told with ironic amusement how that worthy had sired 500 illegitimate children, in addition to having a military career.
Clarice and Farris, without mutual consultation, both decided to treat Marion’s revelations with a
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