CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
(part six)
“I don’t know that I can do that.”
“Do you want to?” Anjelika asked.
Sandy turned her head to the right. She watched the bright blue blip of her baby’s heart. When she turned back to look at her best friend’s mother, her uncertainty was gone.
“I want to stop this crap. If only for one child, my child, I want to stop these fuckers from hurting another child.”
“Yes. That’s the girl my Jillian loves.”
“Where will I stay?”
“You will stay in that crazy house Jillian lives in,” Anjelika said. “You will stay there until you can go home. There’s a place for you and the children.”
“Aden’s kids?”
“Jillian said Nash and Noelle were your kids,” Anjelika smiled.
“I love them but… I mean no one really wants to be with me.”
“I understand how you feel,” Anjelika said. “We have a lot to accomplish today.”
“Like what?”
“First, we must meet with the doctors. We’re going to request that you be allowed to go home. My son, Stephen, will look after you if you need more care. We have to get you out of the hospital without damage from the press.”
“Can’t I just sneak out with a bag over my head?”
“I ask you, Sandra, would you really like to sneak out? As if you did something wrong? Some pathetic victim? Embarrassed whore?” Anjelika gave Sandy a bright smile. “I’d rather hold my head high and walk out of here like Greta Garbo. Illegitimi non carborundum kind of thing.”
“Don’t let the bastards grind me down?” Sandy asked.
“Your father was a bastard in my book. Your mother… “ Anjelika shook her head. “Your role as spokesperson begins the moment the public sees you.
“When I leave here?”
“Exactly.”
“I can do it,” Sandy said
Hearing a noise, Anjelika looked toward the door. “Ah… finally.”
Aden stood in Sandy’s doorway. His hair was wet and his skin shiny from a fast shower.
“I’ll leave you for a moment. Then we must speak with the doctors.”
Anjelika kissed Sandy’s cheek and touched Aden’s arm before leaving the room.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday….