Chapter 44
We both climbed into the car, mutely put on our seat belts, and I was about to turn on the ignition when Simba grabbed my arm. “Will you listen to Dessa’s message for me?” she said, “I’m too nervous, if she says that she never wants to see me again, all this won’t have been worth it. I think that I would just go back up the canyon and gut it out with Sam.”
“Simba, I think that you have to listen to the message, but when you listen to it is up to you. Listen to it later after you had some rest and can think more clearly. But regardless, I don’t think that it is a good idea to go back to Sam’s house. I’ll take you back to Henry’s, get some sleep and then start fresh.”
Simba slid back into her seat and closed her eyes, but as I wove through traffic I could see her fingering her cell phone. Finally she said in a whisper, “Would you mind pulling over, I think that I have to listen to the message now. Would you mind if I put it on speaker?”
I nodded my head and turned into the Safeway parking lot. Suddenly for the first time, I heard Dessa’s soft voice. “Hello Simba, this is Dessa. I was really surprised to get your phone call because I don’t know how you got my number, but I guess that shows that you are really trying and serious about our relationship. So thank you. I’m not sure if you are worried about Goddard, but he is here with me – so I’m telling you just in case, and also it has been good for me, because we are working through some things together. We are both fine and staying with a friend of Goddard’s. I know that we need to talk together sometime soon, but I am not ready yet. My friend Penny told me many things about my family, at least what I thought was my family, but I didn’t want to believe her. It was very confusing, but then she died and I got very scared. I’ve been told that the police would like to question me about her death, but I really don’t know anything that would be helpful. Goddard says that you are probably working with this woman named Liza Blue, and that she’s okay, so that’s good. But I am throwing this telephone away now. I need to meet you on my terms and you’ll just have to wait for me to get in touch. I’m fine where I am, and I’m safe.” There was a slight pause, and then she whispered, “I’m scared of Dad. Be careful.” And then the phone clicked.
“Why do you think that she called my Simba, and not Mom? And if she is calling me Simba, why didn’t she call her father Sam? Instead she called him Dad. Do you think that means that she knows that I am not her birth mother, but that Sam is her real father? Do you think that she’s with her birth mother? Did she sound like she was mad at me or just disappointed, but she did say that she appreciated my efforts, so that’s good isn’t it?”
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