Missing Pieces of My Forever-Heart by Janet Grosshandler Page A
Authors: Janet Grosshandler
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keys.”
I handed over my keys and Jame drove to the lake park.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Cath?”
“What the hell is wrong with me? I’m pregnant and waiting for you make up your damn mind what we are going to do! THAT’S what’s wrong with me!”
And then I burst into tears. The last two months of worry and shame and sadness and upset came bawling out loudly and lasted a long time.
Jame calmed himself down and tried to wipe up my tears with some tissues but I was a total mess.
“I’m sorry, Cath. I haven’t been thinking how hard it has all been on you.”
“You’re right about that, Jame. It seems like it’s all you, you, you. Where do I figure in all this?”
“I’m trying to work that all out, Cath. I really am. I just can’t get my head around it.”
“Well, your Dad thinks you’re going to get on a plane with him to Texas in three days. You better do something fast.”
“I will, I promise. I’ll tell them tomorrow night. And then I’ll come down to your house and we can tell your parents together.”
I finally smiled at that. My sweet Jame, taking responsibility and helping me tell my parents. That restored my faith a little that things would be all right no matter what.
“OK then.” I sniffed.
He smiled at me and gave me a kiss. “OK then. And Cath, sorry about the drunk bitch comment. I really didn’t mean that. I’m just a little mixed up now. And you need to brush your teeth.”
Only Jame could make me laugh after a fight like that. We were going to be all right after all.
Jame never called me the next night. I sat near the phone for hours agonizing over how things were going as he told his parents that I was pregnant and that he wasn’t going to Texas. I was sure they spent hours talking about it. His Dad was probably very angry, so I gave him the benefit of the doubt and waited to hear from him the next day.
Except he didn’t call the next day or night. I was sick, whether it was the baby or worry; I hung over the toilet a lot that day. My parents were at work so I could just lie on the bathroom floor in-between bouts of nausea.
When my parents came home from work, I stayed in my room telling them I had already eaten. I took the phone into my room and waited.
By about 9:00 that night I couldn’t stand it any longer. I screwed up my courage and called Jame’s house. I had to know what was going on.
His mother answered.
“Hi Mrs. Patterson, it’s Cath. Could I speak to Jame please?” My heart was in my throat. She knew!
“No, Cath. Jame’s left.”
“He’s left to come to my house?”
“No, he’s left with his Dad to go to Texas to get all settled in the dorms at Rice. You know that, dear.”
“What? He left for Texas? How could he? He’s supposed to be coming down to see me!” Shocked, I started to cry.
“No he’s left for Texas, Cath. That’s where he needs to be.”
“But what about me?”
There was a pause. “Well, you knew what you were getting into.” And she hung up.
I think I held on to the phone for a long time after that. Jame is on his way to Texas with his Dad. They won. He would go on with his big basketball scholarship and I would have a baby. His life wouldn’t change but mine was demolished forever.
That night I vowed to hate Jame Patterson and his parents forever and ever.
Chapter 23
There was a note on my car windshield a few days later. I was going out to interview a cancer survivor in the city and I needed to focus and do well.
I knew it was from Jame, but I folded it up, put it in my purse and went out and did my job.
Coming home hours later, I showered, changed and fixed myself something to eat. My phone rang and I jumped. Yeesh, that wasn’t good. And then I smiled. It was my younger
I handed over my keys and Jame drove to the lake park.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Cath?”
“What the hell is wrong with me? I’m pregnant and waiting for you make up your damn mind what we are going to do! THAT’S what’s wrong with me!”
And then I burst into tears. The last two months of worry and shame and sadness and upset came bawling out loudly and lasted a long time.
Jame calmed himself down and tried to wipe up my tears with some tissues but I was a total mess.
“I’m sorry, Cath. I haven’t been thinking how hard it has all been on you.”
“You’re right about that, Jame. It seems like it’s all you, you, you. Where do I figure in all this?”
“I’m trying to work that all out, Cath. I really am. I just can’t get my head around it.”
“Well, your Dad thinks you’re going to get on a plane with him to Texas in three days. You better do something fast.”
“I will, I promise. I’ll tell them tomorrow night. And then I’ll come down to your house and we can tell your parents together.”
I finally smiled at that. My sweet Jame, taking responsibility and helping me tell my parents. That restored my faith a little that things would be all right no matter what.
“OK then.” I sniffed.
He smiled at me and gave me a kiss. “OK then. And Cath, sorry about the drunk bitch comment. I really didn’t mean that. I’m just a little mixed up now. And you need to brush your teeth.”
Only Jame could make me laugh after a fight like that. We were going to be all right after all.
Jame never called me the next night. I sat near the phone for hours agonizing over how things were going as he told his parents that I was pregnant and that he wasn’t going to Texas. I was sure they spent hours talking about it. His Dad was probably very angry, so I gave him the benefit of the doubt and waited to hear from him the next day.
Except he didn’t call the next day or night. I was sick, whether it was the baby or worry; I hung over the toilet a lot that day. My parents were at work so I could just lie on the bathroom floor in-between bouts of nausea.
When my parents came home from work, I stayed in my room telling them I had already eaten. I took the phone into my room and waited.
By about 9:00 that night I couldn’t stand it any longer. I screwed up my courage and called Jame’s house. I had to know what was going on.
His mother answered.
“Hi Mrs. Patterson, it’s Cath. Could I speak to Jame please?” My heart was in my throat. She knew!
“No, Cath. Jame’s left.”
“He’s left to come to my house?”
“No, he’s left with his Dad to go to Texas to get all settled in the dorms at Rice. You know that, dear.”
“What? He left for Texas? How could he? He’s supposed to be coming down to see me!” Shocked, I started to cry.
“No he’s left for Texas, Cath. That’s where he needs to be.”
“But what about me?”
There was a pause. “Well, you knew what you were getting into.” And she hung up.
I think I held on to the phone for a long time after that. Jame is on his way to Texas with his Dad. They won. He would go on with his big basketball scholarship and I would have a baby. His life wouldn’t change but mine was demolished forever.
That night I vowed to hate Jame Patterson and his parents forever and ever.
Chapter 23
There was a note on my car windshield a few days later. I was going out to interview a cancer survivor in the city and I needed to focus and do well.
I knew it was from Jame, but I folded it up, put it in my purse and went out and did my job.
Coming home hours later, I showered, changed and fixed myself something to eat. My phone rang and I jumped. Yeesh, that wasn’t good. And then I smiled. It was my younger
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