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| ISBN-13: | 9781543466751 |
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| Publisher: | Xlibris US |
| Publication date: | 12/07/2017 |
| Pages: | 336 |
| Product dimensions: | 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.75(d) |
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CHAPTER 1
The News
The middle-aged white man in a black pin-striped suit ran franticly down Market Street, searching for the BART station stairway to the trains. Four younger brown men with weird hairdos, tattooed faces dressed in black leather, draped in chains trotted behind him, sneering and jeering at him. He shuddered from a cold chill at the sound of their chains as they trailed after him for blocks. If he could only reach the stairs to the sanctuary of the station, there he would be safe. As he crossed yet another street against the light, he saw the BART station sign ahead. "Thank God!"
When he got to the staircase, he swung his briefcase in an arch to give him the momentum to make the 300-degree turn and stumbled down the stairs. Out of breath but at the bottom, he spun around and looked back up the stairs. There were the four young men taunting him with ugly names and laughing at him. Arnold tried to ignore them and looked around to see if there was anyone he could talk to on the platform so he would have a witness if they came down the stairs and attacked him. He saw no one but a ragtag homeless man going through the garbage, and at the far end, there was a family speaking Spanish while juggling a screaming, tired child. Pacing back and forth gave him some respite. "If only the train would come," he mumbled to himself. To his relief, he heard the train in the distance, and when it arrived, he scrambled aboard it with terror-driven quickness.
On the BART train, he sat morosely in his seat, grasping his briefcase close to his chest and thinking of how he got himself into this terrible situation. His love of young boys was going to do him in. They have such smooth hands and innocent faces. The way they are so easily aroused made him tingle. He wanted to touch them, kiss and caress them, but even if they were gay, they may not find him their type. This time the boy he flirted with was a decoy, and he had friends nearby who had surrounded him with their fists clenched, wicked, cruel grins and that look of greed in their eyes. They all wanted to get into a violent, sex scene — for money, of course like blackmail. Arnold had barely slithered out of the grasp of this gang of violent teenagers by running with the dogs of hell close at his heels. The boys were there with their jeers and steel knuckles. They were rough, tough kids with large linked chains looped around their middles, circling their necks, and across their chests with all the equipment hanging off the links. They had black tattoos to emphasize their eyes, and their hair was spiked in dyed weird styles that gave them a terrifying look. He thought they were into sadistic stuff, and although young, they were not his kind of fun — that is, unless he was in control. He shuddered to think he could have been violently gang-raped. Even to him that is too scary. The sweat was running down his face just thinking about his close call.
In Oakland, he got off the train. The night air was cool and soothed his hot face. Mechanically, he ran his hand through his thick, black-dyed hair. It was a way he relaxed himself. Briskly, he walked to the parking lot to find his black BMW and got into his car. As usual, he inspected the backseat for unwelcome guests, but there was none. The loyal car roared to life, and he drove cautiously out of the parking area. The streets were almost empty. It was a relief to be out of danger, and he gradually relaxed. Driving through Oakland and then into Berkeley, he thought about how he didn't always park in Oakland, but he moved around from one parking lot to another just to keep any followers off guard. After winding through the streets, he drove up the steep grade to his home in the Berkeley Hills. The driveway led to the garage, and he punched the open button to activate the door. Carefully, he drove in and closed the door behind him. In the dark garage, he could relax. He gave a great sigh of relief. At last he was safe.
*
The Next Morning
Time was flying as she combed her stubborn, soft, dark curls until they succumbed to looking civilized. Elly, already dressed in her nurse's uniform, and was late going to work. It had been a frantic morning. Todd, her significant other, had been teasing her and trying to coax her back into bed. He didn't have to be at work at the San Francisco Police Department until nine o'clock, and he wanted to make love to her one more time before she went off to work.
"I can't have a profession if you want me on my back all the time," she told him as she dashed out of his grasp. "I can't be late again, Todd!"
There was a lot of traffic that morning, and the buses were gorged with passengers. Gracefully jumping off the bus, Elly ran past the parking garage door and was almost hit by an equally desperate employee driving recklessly into the garage. She ran across the street instead of waiting at the crosswalk in an effort to get to the hospital on time, and the cars had to come to screeching halts to avoid hitting her. Once in the hospital, she considered the stairs, but the elevator was open, beckoning to her. But just her luck, her boss was in it. Elly tip-toed in and tried to make herself look as insignificant as possible. The head nurse was talking to one of the doctors from anesthesiology about the scheduled case that had been canceled that day. Elly concentrated on the elevator floor tiles as if they would save her. She tried to be as small and insignificant as she could possibly be.
The voice of the supervisor startled her out of her reverie. "Elinor, I want you to go and work in ER this morning. One of the regulars is sick," Ms. Howard said and then resumed her conversation with the doctor.
At the news Elly rolled her eyes as she faced the door, nodded in agreement to the new assignment, and waited until everyone was gone before she descended to the emergency room. The ER was amazingly quiet that morning, and Elly found that helpful as she needed to get oriented to the work area because it wasn't her usual place to work. Jean, one of the regular nurses, was helping Elly feel comfortable.
Taking Elly aside, she said, "We're short one of our best ER docs this morning. Dr. Jamison is sick. By the way, did you know that Dr. Martin died last night from the complications of AIDS.
"Oh, that's so awful. I liked working with him. Did he get AIDS from one of the patients?"
"We are assuming that, but you never know these days whether a person is gay or not. And on that subject, we need to be super careful to wear gloves whenever we go near a patient. Every other patient seems to have contracted HIV either from unprotected sex or blood transfusions. It's a scary time to be working in medicine at this time. I have heard that some of the surgeons are refusing patients because of the epidemic," Jean announced as if she told this to every newcomer.
"That sounds like you had better orient me fast in case one of these patients arrives," Elly said as she gently pulled Jean over to an empty examination bay.
Later in the afternoon, Ms. Howard paged Elly and said, "I need you in my office. I have a very insistent man here who says that it is urgent that he speaks to you. You can use your lunchtime to come to my office. Is it busy there?"
Elly wondered if one of her sons was injured or something. "No, Ms. Howard, it's slow here. I can do as you asked."
After finishing a patient's admission, she took her lunch and went up to Ms. Howard's office with fear in her heart. The nurse in charge welcomed Elly and introduced her to an imposing man in a black pin-striped suit with a briefcase in his lap.
"Hello, this must be Elinor Longacre DeMartini," said Arnold Smith as he rose to his full height of six feet and extended his hand for Elly to shake. He was a man of about fifty or older who apparently colored his hair black, and he had a ruddy face with caterpillar eyebrows and bags under his eyes.
"Do you want to talk in private with Ms. DeMartini? If so, you can use my office," Ms. Howard announced and left.
Arnold graciously thanked Ms. Howard for the generous offer, and taking Elly by the arm, he directed her to the office.
When the door closed and it was just the two of them, Elinor asked, "Who are you that you know the Longacre name?" Elly sat nervously down on the closest chair, trembling. She wished she was with her patients and clutched her lunch sack tightly to her chest. "I'm sorry, but I need to eat my lunch, so if you don't mind, I'm going to be munching on a sandwich, but I'm listening."
"I need your attention. I am here on official business, Elinor. I am Arnold Smith, and I am the lead attorney for the Longacre Estate. When I was younger, I worked with your grandfather and father. It is my pleasure to tell you that you are the heir to a large estate, and it is my job to inform you of that. I will also be your guide in taking control of your new inheritance. Do you have any questions?" Arnold asked.
"Yes, why me? I am just the bastard daughter of James Longacre," Elly said in a small voice and nervously took another bite of her sandwich. Her sweaty hands resisted messing up her white uniform, so she clung to her bag of food in her lap with one hand while she worked on the sandwich with the other.
"Evidently, your grandfather was very fond of you, and he made provisions for you if Annette, your half-sister, died before you. As you know, she sadly died in an auto accident a few years ago. She died without a will or immediate heirs, and that means that the estate follows the will of your father and grandfather. I don't mean to rush through this, but I know you have an important job, so let's make an appointment to meet at my office on Montgomery Street. Here is my card," he said as he extended his hand with the blue and white card.
Elly took the card and held it like a precious jewel and said, "I will call you tomorrow when I am off. Will that be soon enough?
"Yes, unless you have some questions that you want to clear up now," Arnold gently asked.
"I'm sort of in shock. I wasn't expecting anything from the estate. So I don't even know what to ask. I loved my grandfather. He was a very kind man. Do I have any other relatives I don't know about?" she asked in a small voice.
Arnold braced himself. He did not want to discuss the family members. He had enough problems with them without these relatives joining forces against him. So he offered, "There are some distant relatives of no importance. I don't know if you want to meet them, but it is up to you. I must say I don't advise it at this time because they are rather bitter that they didn't inherit anything."
"Okay, then I want to thank you for coming here to give me this wonderful news. Do you know how to get out? This hospital is like a maze. I don't want you to get lost."
Arnold rose to shake hands with Elly, who was juggling her lunch and trying to find a clean hand to extend to him.
He said, "I am looking forward to working with you, Elinor, and I can find my way out. Thank you."
"Yes, me too. That is, I am interested in hearing more as well. There is so much I don't know!" Elly said as she swallowed her doubts and hurried out the door.
*
Later That Day
Her arms were full of groceries as she trudged up the stairs to her apartment and fumbled with her keys to open the door. The door flew open, and a tall, athletic man with tasseled blond hair and warm brown eyes greeted her. "Hi, Babe, what have you got there?" Todd asked while he took some packages from Elly.
"Have I got some good news for you!" Elly blurted out.
"What happened? Did you win the lottery?" he asked playfully as he took her in his arms.
She kissed him lightly on the lips and danced away to the kitchen to start dinner.
"So what is the news? Did they make you the head honcho at the hospital?"
"No, better than that, I think I might own the hospital!"
As Elly prepared dinner, she carefully explained about the attorney that came to visit her and what that implied. "Now let's get some things straight. I do not want to turn into a snob like my sister. I really don't want to change anything; however, we'll never have to worry about the bills. We might buy a house and a really nice car. We can travel and see the world. But to tell you the truth, it all is very scary. The attorney that I talked to seems like a nice man."
Todd stood there, looking at Elinor with worries running on wild horses in his head. "I know you are happy, and I don't want to be a dead head, but all that money is going to change your life in a way you may not like. I hope you don't decide to marry someone of your new class so that you and your partner are equals," he said with sadness.
"Oh, Todd, I know you want to marry me, and I know I have put you off over and over again. I will feel more positive about marrying, when I get through this transition. I don't want to lose you," she said softly while gazing into his eyes. Tenderly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him close for a kiss.
"I love you too much to let you go now, but I love you enough to let you have what is best for you," he said simply.
"Todd, please be happy. This is good news for both of us. I'm going to make a special dinner for you tonight, all of your favorites, and we're not going to argue about how we're going to change our lives. We'll just be able to travel and live wherever we want," she said, reaching over to him and drawing him closer.
"I need to talk about this. Annette, my half-sister, lived a life of wealth and privilege. She was taught from an early age about this estate and all the finances. However, I know she wasn't happy. If she'd been happy, she never would have done all those ugly things," Elly began.
"She tried to kill you ... and almost succeeded. If — I'm sorry, I don't want to dreg up those old memories that need to stay buried with her. But if she hadn't died in that accident, then we would not be having this conversation, and we are lucky that she drove so recklessly that she ended her own life," Todd added.
"Yes, she had a lot of power. Now, after three years of waiting, I may have some of that power, but because I was the bastard daughter, I didn't have the chance to grow up with it. So I desperately need to learn how to manage it, now. I do not have a clue how to cope with this estate," Elly said sadly with her head in her hands. "There is a board for this estate, and it is full of men and women with educations and experience that takes a lifetime to learn. And then there is me with no experience and no time to learn. I'll get dumped into the middle of these sharks, and they'll have me for lunch."
"Speaking of eating, isn't dinner ready? It smells delicious. Let's eat, and we'll work on these problems after dinner," Todd said as he started to set the table for two.
*
"Margot? This is Arnold. I talked to Elinor, and I don't think she will make any trouble for us. She's naïve and uneducated in the world of high finance," he said into the phone with haughty confidence.
"I hope you are right. If we keep it on an informal level and spare her all the accounting, we can intimidate and scare her off like we couldn't do with Annette," Margot added.
"Don't worry. We'll manage her. Have you scheduled your surgery?"
"Yes, finally, it will happen next month, and I'll be so happy to have it over with. They are going to rearrange my male organs, so I will pee like a girl soon. I am thrilled. The doctor is a real artist. He will take the tissues from my discarded organs and fashion for me real female sexual parts."
Her description made Arnold squirm. "You sound like you have really researched this. I know you have been working on this for several years. How did Annette handle your change, or did she know about it?"
"No, I have been dressing as a woman since I was a kid. It's been twenty years or more, but I didn't have the funds for the surgery until ... You have been a dear to help me. I really like being a woman. It has been my lifelong dream. They are even going to move my fat around to give me luscious curves. I am so ecstatic about this that I want to shout it to the world, but that will come later. So tell me about your plan to keep Elinor miles from us."
"I was thinking of suggesting that she call me Uncle Arney and make it sound like a family affair that she can trust. She wants to meet with me tomorrow at my office. She needs to bring her birth certificate and other identification to finalize the paperwork.
I think we are lucky to have to deal with Elinor rather than some of the cousins who are very knowledgeable, pompous, and greedy. Many of them have mentioned contesting the wills of David and James Longacre, but they don't stand a chance. Those cousins are only blood relations of James Longacre's wife. There isn't a drop of Longacre blood in them. They have been reviewed so many times in the past, and always Elinor has held up. We must have Elinor attend a board meeting so she can meet everyone. I was thinking in a week or so," Arnold advised.
(Continues…)
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