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Date Posted: 20:10:58 12/21/01 Fri
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's message, "The Green-Eyed Monster" on 09:13:01 12/21/01 Fri
The Green-Eyed Monster
Chapter 11
Christmas Eve dawned beautifully. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was a
golden head lying quietly on my breast. I brushed my fingers through the silky hair and
smiled in remembrance of last night. Carson had taken me places that I had never been
before, and I longed to return there, but first, I must face the day and figure out how to
comfort Rene if Michael did not make an appearance. Suddenly, there was a soft rapping
at my bedroom door. I eased out of bed and tiptoed to the door, slipping my nightgown
over my head as I did so. I unlocked the door to find Rene standing there, with a
food-laden bedtray at his feet.
“I brought you and Carson breakfast in bed. Can I come in?” He stretched a bit to peer
into my bedroom. “He is in there, isn’t he? I checked his room. He’s not there, so he
must be in here.”
I looked back toward my bed and was relieved to see Carson awake and pulling on the
white T-shirt he had been dressed in last night. “Rene, that was so nice of you to bring us
breakfast. Here, let me get that tray.” I said as I bent over to pick up the breakfast
tray. I looked at Carson again and saw him whisk his jeans off the floor beside the bed
and stuff them under the covers. Silently, I thanked him. No need to cause any other
questions to pop into my seven-year-old’s head just now.
“I can get it, Mom!” Rene grumbled as he took the tray from my hands. “You get back in
bed or this can’t be breakfast in bed.”
I obeyed my son and slid back under the covers as he carried the tray over to the bed.
“Good morning, Carson!” Rene smiled as he handed me the tray, which I set down between
Carson and myself. Rene was so proud of himself and both Carson and I praised him. He
ducked his head and giggled a “Thanks!”
“Rene,” Carson said, “Will you join us for breakfast? There’s more than enough fruit,
croissants and milk for all of us.”
Rene glanced up at us and shook his head. “No thanks, I still have to wrap the rest of
Daddy’s Christmas presents. You two enjoy your breakfast alone. I’ll see you later.” He
skipped from the room and locked the door on his way out.
“Are you sure that kid is only seven?” Carson asked as he kissed my neck and then fed me
a grape that he held in his own mouth.
“Yes, his birth records show he is seven, but Carson, remember who his father is.” I
reminded him.
Oh! Yes, I guess that explains it.” He smiled and this time, when his lips offered me a
strawberry, I didn’t stop eating until I had devoured every last drop of juice from his lips
and chin. What a feast we had that Christmas Eve morning!
The Green-Eyed Monster
Chapter 12
Rene sat, glued to the front window, so that he could see any approaching vehicle.
I called him to lunch. He came to the table, but he didn’t eat much, so I told him he could
take his plate back to the window. He resumed his vigil, but only played with the food on
his plate. I collected his plate when he told me he didn’t feel like eating anything else.
Carson tried to distract him with a favorite game, but he wouldn’t budge from the window
seat.
I couldn’t stand it anymore, and I reached for the phone and dialed Operations private
line.
“Hello?” Operations sounded impatient. “Who’s there?”
“It’s Grace,” I said, “you know why I am calling. Where’s Michael?” I waited for his
answer, and waited.
“Uh, Grace, things are rather hectic here. Can I call you back?” I suddenly felt cold,
something was very wrong.
“Paul,” I used his name to catch his attention. “Tell me. What’s wrong? Has Michael
been hurt?” I looked toward the window seat to make sure Rene could not hear my
conversation. I extended my hand and Carson was quickly at my side. “Tell me,” I said
again.
“Grace, we just got word. Michael’s team was ambushed. Several were killed.....We don’t
know who yet.” I looked up at Carson and realized that I was digging my fingernails into
his flesh. He just held onto me and didn’t say a word. I suddenly handed him the phone
and rushed to the bathroom. My lunch came up in a rush. I didn’t want to hear the rest
of what Operations had to say.
I rinsed my mouth out and as I walked back into the kitchen, I watched Carson end the
conversation with Operations. He was asking Operations to keep us informed. He said
Thank You and hung up the phone. I rushed into his arms.
“He’ll call us when he has more information. Are you all right, Grace?” I nodded but
didn’t trust my voice yet. We both looked into the living room at Rene and wondered what
we were going to tell him.
I found my voice. “We tell him nothing until we know more. Okay?” Carson nodded and I
was so glad to have his arms around me. The next hour was almost unbearable as I hoped
and prayed that I would not have to tell Rene that his father was never coming home
again.
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