She had emphysema and breast cancer, but like the fighter she had been all her life, she
claimed she was winning the battle.
Of course, I was all smiles showing off Lucas. Ma was holding him, but he looked a little
distressed at first. The plastic tubes, I thought. Abbey started tickling Lucas's chest and
giggling. She had bonded with him from the first day she saw him and, thereafter, had
spent every spare minute with him. She had him soon making baby smiles at his Nana.
Ma was delighted. What a joy I felt showing off my babies.
Finally, Ma handed Lucas to Abbey. ―He is going to be a very handsome young man,
Amelia. He'll be quite the honey pot for the young ladies. He looks a lot like you. You
went through a long and demanding process to have him. I admire you for that.
Congratulations, Honey.‖
―Thank you.‖
―Speaking of Adam, he usually visits me after dark. If you could be here on one of those
nights, I know he would love to see Lucas and Abbey.‖
―No, Ma. I don't want to see him. I know he and his family are probably having a hard
time. Some things never change. But, I'll keep my visits to the daytime. Please make it
clear to him not to show up when I'm here.‖
―Amelia, he is your...‖
―No, Ma. I'm serious; I just don't want to get involved with his problems ever again. I
have no respect for him, and the way he behaves and treats the children he deserves
everything he's got coming to him.‖
Abbey glanced over at me with an ugly frown on her face. She liked her Uncle Adam
who had always treated her like a princess. Pity he couldn't do that for his own kids. It
would have been wonderful to show my children off to him and see them playing with
their cousins, but I had too often experienced Adam draining my energy on every
occasion we met or talked. He was a taker (a bloodsucker). Giving, except for the
presents to my children, was an anachronism as it applied to him.
―Why do you hate Adam so much, Amelia?‖ Ma asked.
―C'mon, Ma, you know I don't hate him. I've just had it up to here,‖ I said raising the
horizontal palm of my hand to my forehead, ―with his troubles. All we ever mean to him
is our money, and he'll try to soak us for more and more of it whenever he can. And, I
don't need him around upsetting me emotionally, because that's what happens every
time.‖
It was time to leave. I wasn't really comfortable bringing Lucas to the hospital, so I kept
my visits short. My mother's doctor told me that it was not a good place to bring my
children, especially the baby because he was so little and a preemie.
I took Lucas from Abbey, and we all kissed Ma. ―Bye, Ma, we'll be in again tomorrow
morning. I love you. Keep up the good work. You're looking a little better everyday,‖ I
lied. I always hated leaving her.
―I'll be looking out for you. You've done well for yourself, Amelia, a good husband and
two fine children. I wish your siblings could have done as good.‖
Thanks, mama. That was a really nice thing to say.‖
She's up to something, I thought. Nevertheless, I leaned over, put my free arm around her
and gave her a hug. Then we left.
The next day was a scorcher. The 2005 summer was very hot one, and the temperature
was a blistering 99 degrees that day. It was late in the morning, and I was sitting on the
porch at the hospital, Lucas in my arms, with Ma, Abbey, and my other brother, Billy.
Ma seemed a little nervous and what happened in the next few moments explained why.
―Look, it's Uncle Adam,‖ screamed Abbey as she leapt from her chair and ran toward my
brother who was coming from the direction of the parking lot. I couldn't believe my eyes.
It was an obvious set up.
I looked directly at Ma, ―You set this up.‖ She just sat there looking very complacent. I
should have learned that she was never one to be underestimated when she went after
something she wanted.
I turned away in time to see Abbey leap into Adam's arms and watched as he whirled her
around, laughing with her as he had always done. I was surprised that he looked as well
as he did, a little on the thin side, but he still had his good looks. He put Abbey down and
came over to the porch, kissing Ma, shaking hands with Billy, who he usually treated like
dirt and called him ‗the Chink,' and then turning to me. My heart was racing. After all,
I'd not seen him in years, and our last conversation was pretty heated. We didn't hug, but
he reached out and gently took my baby out of my arms without saying a word and held
him. Lucas kept smiling and smiling and cooing.
―He's a fine looking boy, Amelia. Looks like his mother.‖
It was a bittersweet moment for me. I would have liked a relationship that was normal
with my brother, one where I genuinely wanted to hug him and be really happy to see
him, but it was way too late for that.
―Is that your van?‖ I said pointing toward the parking lot. ―Isn't that Susan and the
children?‖
I mentioned earlier, it was a stinking hot day. As I looked to where his van, with Susan
and the seven children in it, was parked out in the hot sun, I was filled with anguish for
all of them.
―Adam, it's stinking hot. What are you doing leaving your wife and children out there
like that?‖
―They wanted to stay there.‖
―Is that so? Well, I'm going to see about that.‖ I stepped off the porch and headed for the
van. Adam handed off Lucas to Ma and chased after me. Before I was half way to the
van, everyone jumped out. I was appalled. All of the children and Susan had on long
sleeve shirts and long pants. It was 99 degrees, for God sakes! Adam caught up with me a
second later.
―Adam, what's the matter with you? Why aren't the children wearing shorts, or short
sleeves and sandals in this stinking heat?‖
As we know, Adam was not one to be questioned about anything he did. However, on
this occasion he was almost cordial, and that told me that he was in a desperate situation
and was angling for our help.
―They never dress like that, Amelia. They are used to pressure like this. The heat doesn't
bother them.‖
I didn't know then the real reason Adam had the children covered up, but I was to find
out later. He didn't want anyone to see to see the abnormal development of his children's
bodies. In the court documents I was to read, all the children were described as having
badly bowed legs. Medical doctors would explain that part of the reason for their
condition was because they had been confined to their play pen for days and weeks at a
time. They did not get the proper exercise and nourishment they needed to develop
normally, they reported.
―Hello, Susan. Hello, children,‖ I offered as I walked up to each one of them, and gave
them all a hug. There wasn't much of a response. Susan, carrying Katherine, murmured a
hello and tried to smile, I'll give her that. It was like they were waiting for orders from
Adam on what to do next.
Abbey arrived with Billy who was carrying Lucas.
―This is your new cousin, Lucas,‖ announced Adam. The children gathered around Lucas
and immediately began to smile and giggle as they fussed over him and then talked with
Abbey who was having a great time being with her cousins.
Darn it! This was how I had always wanted it, our cousins, siblings and spouses playing
together, getting along, being family and supporting one another. Suddenly, it was over.
―Okay, time to go. Everyone in the van,‖ ordered Adam.
We waved goodbye as we watched them go. I was sad. Where were they going? Their
future, what? No future, more likely. Lost souls, drifting rudderless into a world that
could be tough to navigate even for the best prepared children?
―He's in serious trouble, isn't he?‖ I said to Ma after I had walked back to the porch.
She nodded and sighed.
I kept telling myself for the rest of the day and all that night that ―I WILL NOT get
involved, I won't.‖ It was my mantra!
A couple of days later, Ma was home from the hospital. I was there, at her place with the
children. Abbey was sitting on the couch, cradling Lucas who was sound asleep.
―You told me the other day that Adam is in serious trouble. What's been going on, ma?‖ I
hated myself for asking, but I couldn't help it despite my mantra. I expected I would
come to regret the question, and I did.
• • •
Once again, Adam was homeless and living between his van and Ma's apartment.
―He's in trouble with the law!‖ said Ma. She was sitting, propped up by lots of pillows,
on the chair she sat in day in and day out, fiddling with the television constantly.