The attendant pulls the cover off his face. On the other side of the window, Judith sobs. “That’s our son, Andrew Jamison,” Ashton says.
“Looks like he has been a user for a long time,” detective says.
“Yes, he has been a drug addict for a long time,” Ashton says.
During the taxi ride to their center city condominium, Ashton recalls the argument between him and Judith about Andrew, in their bedroom so, that, their housekeeper, Patricia could not hear them.
“We still have to help our son,” Judith said.
“Our son is draining me,” Ashton said.
“He’s all we have,” Judith said.
“We have our daughter and grand-daughter,” Ashton said.
“We have to help our son,” Judith said.
“We’ve been doing that ever since he was in college. Your problem is that you don’t know how to give him tough love, for goodness sake, he went to his sister’s house and stole from, Darlene, our grand-daughter,” Ashton said.
“He’s our son and we have to help him. All you’re worried about is spending your money to help him. If that’s your worry then we can transfer money from that housekeeping account that you set up, and we can do without Patricia,” Judith said.
“She is under contract, remember, you signed it along with me,” Ashton said.
“There’s always a way around such words on a piece of paper,” Judith said.
Patricia’s knock on the door, stopped the argument he recalls and always wonder if she heard the argument. Even when he looked into her eyes to determine if she heard, especially the last words, there was no indication that she did. “Your dinner is on the table. You can leave the dishes in the dishwasher, I’ll take care of them in the morning,” Patricia said.
He recalls meeting Patricia with her grand-daughter, one day in his office years ago.
“This is your grandchild, Renee,” Patricia told him. Immediately, he recalled, four years earlier, when Judith begged him to bail Andrew out of jail. He did. Then, Andrew begged him to bail his girlfriend, Terra, out also. He did and saw that she was pregnant.
“Renee’s mother, my daughter, Terra, died from a drug overdose. I took her in and was doing fine until my job decided to move to somewhere in Mexico. I found Andy. He couldn’t help us but told me that you might be able to,” Patricia said. He decided to help Patricia and Renee but only after Patricia promised to keep Renee relation a well-kept secret from, Judith, Andrew’s mother. The reason will become clear to her he told her.
It is night, dark in their bedroom, Ashton with a glass of brandy, a cigar, looks at the activity on the Delaware River, from an armchair. Judith whimpers in her sleep, although she sleeps with the aid of a sleeping pill. Their love for each other will, hopefully, become stronger. His grand-daughters, Darlene and Renee has become the best of friends, these past ten years. “Patricia needed not to worry about what she heard that evening, then again, maybe she did. I don’t know but I’m glad it’s over,” Ashton ponders.