Three Weeks to Say Goodbye
“On the flight home, in the cocoon of the 737-400 with the lights dimmed, I couldn’t sleep. I was preoccupied that Melissa—with help from Brian—had “run into” Kellie Moreland at a society fund-raiser at a local library and posed the question about Angelina only to be met with a blank stare.
“Angelina who?” Kellie had asked.
Which meant a lot of things. Either Kellie was stupid— Melissa swore she wasn’t—or Judge Moreland was making a play with his son on their own for reasons that were unknown to us. When Melissa asked Kellie about Garrett, she said Kellie shrank back as if slapped, as if the mere mention of her stepson’s name filled her with horror. As Melissa followed her, trying to engage her, Kellie walked away faster through the crowd until she was running. Melissa ran, too, until Kellie called for security, and my wife was stopped by two men who asked what her problem was.
“What my problem was,” Melissa said, over and over that night on the telephone. “How could I explain what my ...problem was?”MoreLess
“Angelina who?” Kellie had asked.
Which meant a lot of things. Either Kellie was stupid— Melissa swore she wasn’t—or Judge Moreland was making a play with his son on their own for reasons that were unknown to us. When Melissa asked Kellie about Garrett, she said Kellie shrank back as if slapped, as if the mere mention of her stepson’s name filled her with horror. As Melissa followed her, trying to engage her, Kellie walked away faster through the crowd until she was running. Melissa ran, too, until Kellie called for security, and my wife was stopped by two men who asked what her problem was.
“What my problem was,” Melissa said, over and over that night on the telephone. “How could I explain what my ...problem was?”MoreLess
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