know, Dad. How about you getting arrested for fraud? Seems current, anyway.”
He frowned at her. “You’re mad at me.”
“No, just confused. Why do they think you did this?”
He shrugged.
“Are they listening to us? Can they hear what we’re saying?”
He shrugged again. “I expect so, but I don’t want to talk about it, anyway. I want to talk about your mother.”
She paused. “Why?”
“Because we’ve never talked about her, have you noticed?”
Fantastic
, thought Charlotte.
Years of silence on this pivotal topic, and now all of a sudden, he wants to talk about it, now that we’re sitting in front of a hostile audience.
A lump started to form in her throat.
“Dad, I think we need to focus on how to get you out of here, all right? We can talk about Mom later on, at home.”
“There won’t be a later on, honey. They’re never going to let me out. I know the SEC intimately. They don’t tend to act unless they’re sure, because it’s their own hand in the drawer, if you follow me.”
“OK, but they’re wrong, aren’t they?” In the distance, she heard a man yelling, his anger abruptly cut short by a door slamming.The hair on the back of her neck stood up.
Jacob sighed. “Did you know your mother had two miscarriages before she had you?”
Tears of frustration sprang to Charlotte’s eyes. “Why are you telling me this now, Dad? We need to get you out of here. Don’t you realize how much trouble you’re in?”
He nodded. “I do. But maybe now that I’m here, I can focus on what’s important, which is telling you about your mother and how much she loved you. We tried for a long time to have children, you know. All she wanted was children, to be a mommy. We planned to have lots and lots of kids and go live on an island far away from this one. You and your brothers and sisters were going to run around barefoot all day, swimming in the ocean, wearing just flowers in your hair. It wasn’t supposed to end this way.”
“Dad—”
“Don’t interrupt, honey. She was pregnant again, finally, when the car accident happened. No one knew but me. We were going to tell everyone that weekend, but she didn’t make it. And the baby was so small there was no chance. Your brother or sister.” He sighed. “All gone.”
Charlotte took a shuddering breath. Clearly, she needed some help here.
Jacob just kept going. “And then Miss Millie came, and she took such good care of you, and Greta, of course, and work just didn’t make any sense anymore. What was the point, without her? I took advantage of something. A loophole. A small thing. I just didn’t care anymore, if they saw me do it. But they didn’t see me, so I did it again. It took on a life of its own, rolled on like a snowball, and years passed before I started to feel anythingagain. When I did, when I saw that if Jackie were here, she would hate what I had become, it was too late. I was lost.”
Charlotte gazed at him in horror. Was he confessing? “Shh, Dad, never mind. It doesn’t matter now. Let me get Arthur, we can talk when he gets here, OK?”
She suddenly realized that if they were listening to this, which presumably they were, then without Arthur present, they could use it against her father, as evidence. Right? She stood and banged on the mirror.
“Mr. Scarsford, my father would like his lawyer, please.”
A pause.
Jacob was still talking, as if she were still sitting across from him. “Your mother just wanted a simple life, Charlotte. She just wanted to be happy and quiet with her children. She would be so proud of you, of what you’ve become.”
“And what’s that, Dad? A spoiled young woman?”
He laughed.
Scarsford came in. “Mr. Bedford is on his way, Miss Williams. The more your father can tell us, the more we can help him.”
Charlotte snorted. “Mr. Scarsford, please.”
Jacob looked up at them. “You’re not spoiled, Charlotte. There’s still time for you to have the life you want to have, that
He frowned at her. “You’re mad at me.”
“No, just confused. Why do they think you did this?”
He shrugged.
“Are they listening to us? Can they hear what we’re saying?”
He shrugged again. “I expect so, but I don’t want to talk about it, anyway. I want to talk about your mother.”
She paused. “Why?”
“Because we’ve never talked about her, have you noticed?”
Fantastic
, thought Charlotte.
Years of silence on this pivotal topic, and now all of a sudden, he wants to talk about it, now that we’re sitting in front of a hostile audience.
A lump started to form in her throat.
“Dad, I think we need to focus on how to get you out of here, all right? We can talk about Mom later on, at home.”
“There won’t be a later on, honey. They’re never going to let me out. I know the SEC intimately. They don’t tend to act unless they’re sure, because it’s their own hand in the drawer, if you follow me.”
“OK, but they’re wrong, aren’t they?” In the distance, she heard a man yelling, his anger abruptly cut short by a door slamming.The hair on the back of her neck stood up.
Jacob sighed. “Did you know your mother had two miscarriages before she had you?”
Tears of frustration sprang to Charlotte’s eyes. “Why are you telling me this now, Dad? We need to get you out of here. Don’t you realize how much trouble you’re in?”
He nodded. “I do. But maybe now that I’m here, I can focus on what’s important, which is telling you about your mother and how much she loved you. We tried for a long time to have children, you know. All she wanted was children, to be a mommy. We planned to have lots and lots of kids and go live on an island far away from this one. You and your brothers and sisters were going to run around barefoot all day, swimming in the ocean, wearing just flowers in your hair. It wasn’t supposed to end this way.”
“Dad—”
“Don’t interrupt, honey. She was pregnant again, finally, when the car accident happened. No one knew but me. We were going to tell everyone that weekend, but she didn’t make it. And the baby was so small there was no chance. Your brother or sister.” He sighed. “All gone.”
Charlotte took a shuddering breath. Clearly, she needed some help here.
Jacob just kept going. “And then Miss Millie came, and she took such good care of you, and Greta, of course, and work just didn’t make any sense anymore. What was the point, without her? I took advantage of something. A loophole. A small thing. I just didn’t care anymore, if they saw me do it. But they didn’t see me, so I did it again. It took on a life of its own, rolled on like a snowball, and years passed before I started to feel anythingagain. When I did, when I saw that if Jackie were here, she would hate what I had become, it was too late. I was lost.”
Charlotte gazed at him in horror. Was he confessing? “Shh, Dad, never mind. It doesn’t matter now. Let me get Arthur, we can talk when he gets here, OK?”
She suddenly realized that if they were listening to this, which presumably they were, then without Arthur present, they could use it against her father, as evidence. Right? She stood and banged on the mirror.
“Mr. Scarsford, my father would like his lawyer, please.”
A pause.
Jacob was still talking, as if she were still sitting across from him. “Your mother just wanted a simple life, Charlotte. She just wanted to be happy and quiet with her children. She would be so proud of you, of what you’ve become.”
“And what’s that, Dad? A spoiled young woman?”
He laughed.
Scarsford came in. “Mr. Bedford is on his way, Miss Williams. The more your father can tell us, the more we can help him.”
Charlotte snorted. “Mr. Scarsford, please.”
Jacob looked up at them. “You’re not spoiled, Charlotte. There’s still time for you to have the life you want to have, that
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