alive. Pam fell to the bacteria-infested bathroom floor and broke down completely. She gave in to her pain for the first time in many, many years. At the end of the deluge she was left with nothing but tears and an aching regret. She'd mistreated and abused her husband and now she'd shot him. He was the one person who had been her salvation in more ways than one. Her throat ached with the need to cry some more, but instead she got up off the floor and decided to go home. She had some thinking to do. She would take time to think more about the people she loved and less about herself.
CHAPTER 12
Ramsey glanced at Herby's chart at the nurse's station before going down to his room. His vital signs were fine and he'd asked for pain medication only once this morning. He had eaten breakfast and would soon be eating lunch. She was satisfied that he would live. So, she entered his room with a bright smile and a happy greeting.
"Your mother left about an hour ago," he said.
Ramsey sat in the only chair in the room and crossed her arms over her chest. She had a few questions for him, but she didn’t want to tire him out. The fact still remained that he had lost a lot of blood. She didn't ask about her mother either. She would find out soon enough how she was doing.
"How are you feeling, daddy," she asked.
"I'm a little sore, but fine considering that your mother shot me point blank through the chest," he mumbled.
"Daddy, is all of this my fault," she asked.
"Child, please. You play a very, very small part in the dynamics that make up me and Pam," he said.
"Well enlighten me. You guys haven't been together for over twenty years and then you decide to sneak into her house late at night with a key that you obviously already had and I would love to hear an explanation for that, but first things first. Why did you go to momma's house," she asked.
"I wanted to see her," he said evasively.
Ramsey rolled her eyes. "You're not going to tell me are you? You're not going to explain why the police are saying you own her house either. You and momma have some pretty seedy secrets don't you?"
"Did you talk to that young man's folks," he asked to change the subject. But then he became genuinely interested when Ramsey's face changed. She literally squirmed and he'd never seen her squirm before.
"Yes, I did as a matter-of-fact" she said.
"And?"
"I feel better, that's all."
"I don't believe you. Something else happened. Go on and tell me, babygirl. I promise I won't go get shot again."
"Daddy, it's personal and I'm not ready to talk about it."
"Oh, so you were with him last night. I was wondering why you weren't with me when I woke up. I asked after you and no one in the hospital could find you. I thought it was strange, but I was too drugged up to think any further about it. So, did anything happen that I should know about?"
He already knew the answer. It was written all over her face. She was embarrassed and he was making it worse. He was so relieved he could have yelled out loud. He had to be the first father on earth to be happy about his daughter having sex before marriage, but these were admittedly unusual circumstances. She didn't have the look of a woman who had had a bad experience either. She looked more relaxed actually. He couldn't help the smug grin that spread across his face. She saw it and burst out laughing.
"You are so bad, daddy. Yes, it was good and yes, I'm happy about it. I feel free and now I have a lot of living to catch up with. So, if you will excuse me, I have to go."
"Where you going," he said, alarmed. "I can't sit up here in this hospital bed looking at the walls all day. I need some company. Your momma ran away from me and now you're going off to find lover boy. Bring me some magazines to read or something, because I can't stand watching television."
"First of all, I am not
CHAPTER 12
Ramsey glanced at Herby's chart at the nurse's station before going down to his room. His vital signs were fine and he'd asked for pain medication only once this morning. He had eaten breakfast and would soon be eating lunch. She was satisfied that he would live. So, she entered his room with a bright smile and a happy greeting.
"Your mother left about an hour ago," he said.
Ramsey sat in the only chair in the room and crossed her arms over her chest. She had a few questions for him, but she didn’t want to tire him out. The fact still remained that he had lost a lot of blood. She didn't ask about her mother either. She would find out soon enough how she was doing.
"How are you feeling, daddy," she asked.
"I'm a little sore, but fine considering that your mother shot me point blank through the chest," he mumbled.
"Daddy, is all of this my fault," she asked.
"Child, please. You play a very, very small part in the dynamics that make up me and Pam," he said.
"Well enlighten me. You guys haven't been together for over twenty years and then you decide to sneak into her house late at night with a key that you obviously already had and I would love to hear an explanation for that, but first things first. Why did you go to momma's house," she asked.
"I wanted to see her," he said evasively.
Ramsey rolled her eyes. "You're not going to tell me are you? You're not going to explain why the police are saying you own her house either. You and momma have some pretty seedy secrets don't you?"
"Did you talk to that young man's folks," he asked to change the subject. But then he became genuinely interested when Ramsey's face changed. She literally squirmed and he'd never seen her squirm before.
"Yes, I did as a matter-of-fact" she said.
"And?"
"I feel better, that's all."
"I don't believe you. Something else happened. Go on and tell me, babygirl. I promise I won't go get shot again."
"Daddy, it's personal and I'm not ready to talk about it."
"Oh, so you were with him last night. I was wondering why you weren't with me when I woke up. I asked after you and no one in the hospital could find you. I thought it was strange, but I was too drugged up to think any further about it. So, did anything happen that I should know about?"
He already knew the answer. It was written all over her face. She was embarrassed and he was making it worse. He was so relieved he could have yelled out loud. He had to be the first father on earth to be happy about his daughter having sex before marriage, but these were admittedly unusual circumstances. She didn't have the look of a woman who had had a bad experience either. She looked more relaxed actually. He couldn't help the smug grin that spread across his face. She saw it and burst out laughing.
"You are so bad, daddy. Yes, it was good and yes, I'm happy about it. I feel free and now I have a lot of living to catch up with. So, if you will excuse me, I have to go."
"Where you going," he said, alarmed. "I can't sit up here in this hospital bed looking at the walls all day. I need some company. Your momma ran away from me and now you're going off to find lover boy. Bring me some magazines to read or something, because I can't stand watching television."
"First of all, I am not
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