sense one
Monday, December 21, 1998 / Buffalo, New York / 
Late Morning "It is the glory of God to conceal a thing: but the honour of kings is to search out a matter." ~ Proverbs 25:2 ~ 
ake up dear," Mrs. Newton coaxed, nudging her sleeping daughter's shoulder. Rebecca, 26, and former secretary of Christopher Cushing, pulled the covers over her head in silent protest. "There's a reporter from 'America Weekly' downstairs and he wants an interview. You aren't in any trouble, are you, Love?" asked Mrs. Newton.
Rebecca pushed back her long, brown hair away from her face and looked into her mother's troubled eyes. "Of course not!" smiled Rebecca. "Go back and keep Dad company. I'll be down in a minute," she reassured.
Mrs. Newton went back downstairs while Rebecca got dressed. She took a deep breath and descended the staircase. A casually dressed man stood up and approached Rebecca as she entered the living room.
"Mrs. Rebecca Newton?" he asked, holding out his hand, in a friendly manner. "I'm Jose Fernandez of 'America Weekly.'"
"Mr. Fernandez," replied Rebecca, shaking his hand.
"Call me Jose," he smiled, taking out a tape recorder. "May I record this interview?" he asked, looking up for her permission
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"Why not?" replied Rebecca dryly.
"Do I sense reluctance, Mrs. Newton?" asked Jose, taking out his note pad. "I thought all pretty secretaries loved publicity."
"Some more than others," replied Rebecca evenly, accepting the cup of tea her mother handed her. Jose smiled grimly. He could tell this wasn't going to be as easy of an interview as he had hoped.
"Mrs. Newton," he began, "are you currently employed by the office of Christopher Cushing?" Rebecca took a sip of tea, her hand slightly trembling. When Jose first mentioned the fact she was a secretary, she had an uneasy feeling of which direction the interview was going to take.
"No, I am not," replied Rebecca, rashly. Mr. Newton looked up from his newspaper. This was news to him! He had thought his daughter had merely come home to spend Christmas with her family and friends.
"When were you let go?" continued Jose.
"Excuse, me?" asked Rebecca.
"When were you fired?" asked Jose, rephrasing the question.
"I understood the question, Mr. Fernandez. What I don't understand is your misconception that I was fired."
"You were not fired from Christopher Cushing's office? Why, then, is the reason you no longer work there?"
Mr. Fernandez, what are you leading up to?" asked Rebecca.
"I was hoping you could tell me," smiled Jose.
"There's no big mystery, really," stammered Rebecca, "I quit for personal reasons. I was hoping to save it as a surprise; my parents don't know about it yet." Mr. Newton dropped the newspaper to the floor.
"Mother!" he called, "Rebecca has news for us!" There was no need for him to call her, for Mrs. Newton had been listening to the interview from the kitchen and was already standing beside her husband.
"Go on, Love. What news?" coaxed Mrs. Newton.
"Mom and Dad," Rebecca nervously began, "I'm going to have a baby. I'm going to have Peter's baby." Mrs. Newton broke into tears and hugged her daughter. Mr. Newton walked over to the fireplace and picked up the framed picture that had a loving preeminence on the mantle. Jose disappointedly turned off the tape recorder. This was a dead end. Rebecca saw the picture in her father's hands and broke out into uncontrollable sobs. Mrs. Newton hugged Rebecca tightly.
"I don't understand," asked Jose, turning to Mr. Newton, "isn't she happy?" Mr. Newton wiped the tears from his eyes.
"It's a bittersweet moment. Peter died last month in a car accident," Mr. Newton said, pointing to the picture in his other hand.
"Peter? Who was Peter?" asked Jose, forgetting to extend sympathy or condolence.
"Why, Peter was our son and Rebecca's husband," answered Mr. Newton, indignantly. Jose patted the pockets of his jacket, searching for a notepad. "Peter was such a happy person," continued Mr. Newton, "he could light up a room with his smile." Jose scribbled something down on the note pad and tore off the page.
"Mr. Newton," I would like to ask your daughter-in-law a few more questions, when she feels up to it." Jose handed him the note. "That's my telephone number. Please see that she gets it?" Mr. Newton took the note and nodded. Jose showed himself to the door and got into his car. Something in his gut told him Rebecca was hiding something. But what? He opened the manilla envelope tucked under his seat. All the research he had done for the past three months had been stuffed into it, including a cassette tape. Jose listened to the tape again. The cassette contained a recording of the anonymous phone call that had kicked off his investigation, over three months before.
the end
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09-15-2008, 03:22 AM
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