with a bag full of remedies the pharmacist had suggestedâenough to medicate a small village of preschoolersâas well as a package of chicken breasts and all the fixings for hush puppies and corn bread. Ben was still asleep, and I finally tucked him back in on the couch when Reggie got there.
âLook how precious he is,â Reggie said. âSweet little of mouth.â
I grunted. âIt looks sweet now. Wait till heâs feeling better.â
But as she went off to take the groceries to the kitchen, I kneltdown next to him and gingerly touched his hot cheek. Salty tears had left a trail, and I had the urge to kiss it away. I hadnât felt that kind of tenderness toward him since heâd started behaving as if I were the enemyâand that was even before Chris and I had split up.
Just a few weeks before, in fact. Weâd tried to keep up a front for him and had swept even our controlled confrontations completely out of his earshot. It was one of the reasons I had let him spend some weekends at Bobbiâs, so he wouldnât see us hashing things to rubble.
Something shifted in me then. Reggie found me still kneeling there, staring at Ben, when she came in with chewable tablets and a glass of apple juice.
âWhatâs wrong, honey?â she whispered.
I held up a finger for her to wait and then roused Ben enough to get the pills and a few swallows of juice into him. He downed them placidly and curled back into a mewing little ball.
âI think youâve been exaggerating about him,â Reggie whispered. âBless his heart.â
I led her out into the foyer and leaned against a column, my eyes riveted to the ceiling, two stories up.
âJust what did your mama say, Toni?â she said.
I told her, each word as wooden and even as the teeth on the crown molding. Until I told her what had just occurred to me as I watched my son sleep. Then my voice got thick.
âReggie,â I said, âyou donât think Ben saw any of those pictures in Sidâs studio, do you? I mean, I did leave him there for whole weekends.â
âOh, honey, I donât think so. Wouldnât he have told you about something like that?â
I brought my eyes down to give her a look. âHe wonât even tell me what he did in kindergarten when I ask him.â
âSomethinâ that disturbing, though, it sure seems like heâd say
somethinâ.â
âI donât know what to think.â I tucked my hair behind my ears for probably the eightieth time that afternoon. âThe problem is, I just donât know enough about this stuff to even know what weâredealing with.â I patted my fist against my mouth. âTell you whatâwhile youâre cooking supper, Iâm going to get out my laptop and check this out on the âNet.â
âYouâre braver than I am,â she said.
With the aromas of bacon grease and cornmeal wafting toward me, I set my laptop on the counter and made my way into the entrails of the Internet. What I found was in such sharp contrast to Reggieâs humming and stirring and happy chopping, I wasnât sure it was real. I didnât see how it could be.
âHoney,â Reggie said to me, âyouâre lookinâ a little green there. What does it say?â
âYou sure you want to hear?â
âI told youâI donât want you going through this alone.â
âYou might change your mind after this,â I said, then read from the screen: âTrafficking in children and adolescents under the age of eighteen for sexual exploitation purposes is a global market, with links to arms and drug networks, as well as to legitimate businesses through money laundering.â
âSo your brother-in-lawâs in it for the money,â Reggie said.
âOf course he is. It only makes senseâhis dot-com venture went underâheâs a computer fanaticâheâs always
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