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Chapter One - The First Meeting
Mother and son stood on the front porch in silence, neither knowing quite what to do next. Then finally, Lynn spoke, "Would you like to come in? I've got my step-daughter's little girl visiting today, but we can sit downstairs? ...Or maybe you want to meet her?" Lynn started to babble on nervously. "Do you want something to drink? I could get you something to drink."
"...Um, I could go for a beer, if you've got one."
"Okay," Lynn seemed relieved, glad to have something to do. "Come on in, I'll go get us some drinks."
Logan slowly paced around the lounge room, as he awaited his mother's return. There were family photos on every flat surface, the sign of proud parents and grandparents.
Logan's heart broke a little as he realised that there wasn't a single photo of him.
All too soon, Lynn returned with the requested beverage in hand. She handed Logan his beverage, as she motioned for him to sit down opposite her on the lounge suite. "How have you been, Logan?"
"Since I saw you at the park or since you faked your own death?"
The look of hurt on Lynn's face was clear. "...I never wanted to hurt you, Logan. You have always meant the world to me. But I needed to be free from it all, from your father."
"If I meant so much to you, then why are there no photos of me around here?"
"I didn't have any photos with me that day. You have grown up to be so handsome," Lynn paused, "Were those your children you were with at the park? Do you have a family now?"
"I do. Do you remember Veronica Mars?"
"Of course, she was always such a lovely girl. Did you and her get involved?"
"We're married, for going on sixteen years now. Our son, Michael is five, and Leah, our little girl is three."
"I would like to meet them one day, if that is alright?"
"Maybe."
Lynn hesitated, she didn't want to bring up the pain of their past, but she had to know one important detail. "So, um... where's your father these days?"
"Six feet under, in a pine box provided by the good state of California," Logan replied with unmistakable bitterness suddenly in his tone, "Got killed in prison a couple of years after you left."
Like her son, Lynn felt little sadness over the news of Aaron's demise. She was however curious. "Prison? How'd he end up-"
"You remember Lily..." Logan began, trying to seem nonchalant, "They were... together. Lily had tapes of them, she threatened to leak them to the press, and well... um, he killed her."
Lynn didn't respond for a long while. Of course the news shocked her, but at the same time in her heart she had always known what her ex-husband was capable of.
"What about Trina? Where is she these days?"
"The last I heard from Trina, she was a contestant on Dancing with the Stars."
That made Lynn laugh, "Sounds about right."
"...So, you have a new husband?"
"Yes, I do. Steven, he is a good man. He's a professor at MIT. A widower with three grown up children, Will, Grace, and Julia; we've got four grandchildren, and another one due in ten weeks." Lynn smiled, a contented smile. Then a thought occurred to her, "I guess I really have six grandchildren, including your children."
"Guess you do," Logan replied as his long held feelings of abandonment and rejection came bubbling to the surface. "You shouldn't have left me, you knew that Dad was beating the hell out of me, and you just left me there alone. I might have a life now, but that is no reason why I should just let you waltz back in. Too much has happened."
Lynn sighed, "I had to, Logan. Being with your Dad, it was killing me. If I could have done things differently, I would have taken you too. Please believe me."
Logan stood to leave. As he reached the front door, he turned back to his mother, "We live at 1132 Westgate Street, Back Bay. You and your husband can come for dinner tomorrow night at six o'clock."
TBC...
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