Detour, Chapter 11

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Bosco grabbed two radios and headed towards the front desk to meet Faith. It had been almost 6 months since the accident. And although he had to have a skin graft procedure on one of his legs and several weeks of physical therapy, he was almost one hundred percent.

"You ready, Yokas?" Bosco asked.

"In a minute, Bos." Faith continued talking to Swersky.

"WHERE IS HE?"

Bosco froze momentarily. He recognized that voice.

Turning around, he was shocked to see Pa Clemm entering the precinct dragging Wanda Sue…a very pregnant Wanda Sue, Bosco noted….behind him with one hand and carrying a double barreled shotgun in the other.

"YOU!!!" Pa Clemm growled, pointing the shotgun barrel towards Bosco. "YOU DID THIS TO HER!"

"Excuse me?" Bosco answered in disbelief, looking from Pa Clemm to Wanda Sue and back. Wanda Sue just stared at the floor.

"You took advantage of my baby girl! And now you're gonna make things right!" Pa Clemm shouted.

Bosco opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He pointed at Wanda Sue and sputtered, finally managing a "not m…me…not mine…no….uh uh." Looking at Wanda Sue for help, he got none.

"Don't you lie to me, boy! I know you done it! And you're gonna marry her!" Pa Clemm insisted, poking Bosco in the chest with the shotgun.

"WHOA! WHOA! Wait a minute. I never did anything but kiss her."

Seeing the look of contempt on Pa Clemm's face, Bosco turned to Lieutenant Swersky. "Lieu, you have to believe me. Honestly. I never touched her, except that one kiss in the thicket. You have to believe me, Lieu."

Swersky crossed his arms, giving Bosco a look of disbelief, knowing his reputation with the ladies. "Sorry, Bosco. But you made your bed. Now you'll have to lie in it."

"I didn't make any bed. It wasn't my bed." Bosco argued.

Turning to Faith, he pleaded. "Faith, you know I didn't do this. I'd have told you if I did. Tell him." Seeing Faith look down at the ground, he continued. "Faith….Faith, you know me. Please."

Faith looked up, shaking her head. "You order it, you have to eat it, Bos."

Bosco let out an exasperated sigh. Turning, he saw Sully and Ty looking on from behind.

"Sul. You believe me. Don't you? It's not mine." Bosco muttered.

Sully put up his hands, palms facing Bosco. "Sorry. I can't help you, Bosco."

"Ty?" Bosco questioned, his hope diminishing.

Ty just shrugged his shoulders, unsure of what to say.

As Bosco's head dropped in despair, he felt something tugging on his pants leg. Turning, he looked down to see Junior Clemm, his face dirty, hair tossled, one hand grasping Bosco's pants leg and the other holding a bullfrog.

"Are you gonna be my new daddy, Mr. Bosco?" Junior asked.

"He's gonna be if'n he wants to live to see t'morrow, Junior!" Pa Clemm answered. "COME ON!" He shouted as he grabbed Bosco by the front of his uniform shirt and started dragging him towards the front door of the precinct. "We're goin back to Mississippi!"

"NO! WAIT! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! IT' S NOT MINE!" Bosco screamed, as he struggled to halt his own progression out of the precinct. He grabbed on to the front door frame as they passed, forcing Pa Clemm to stop and turn back toward him.

"Wait!" Bosco cried. "Just listen to me, ok. We can work this out." Bosco said more calmly, causing Pa Clemm to release him. "We'll figure this out. Now, I don't know who the father of Wanda Sue's baby is, but I know that it's not me. But we'll…"

"What are you sayin?" Pa Clemm interrupted. "You think my baby's been dilly dallying around with just anybody? She ain't no whoremonger, if that's what ya think." Pa Clemm grumbled, his brow creasing and his fist clinching.

"No! No. That's not what I meant." Bosco put up his hands and shook his head. "I wasn't saying that. Just that it's not mine. I didn't do that to her." Bosco said, pointing at Wanda Sue's protuberant abdomen.

"Well how do you suppose she got that way then?" Pa Clemm asked, tilting his head sideways and squinting an eye while waiting for Bosco's response.

Bosco shrugged his shoulders and almost jokingly responded. "I don't know. Maybe it was another immaculate conception."

"That's just like you city folk." Pa Clemm commented. "Always givin somethin some new fangled name so as to make it all right! Well, it ain't alright! And there ain't nothin gonna make it right but a weddin!" With that he grabbed Bosco again and yanked him out the door.

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The Possumneck Courier

Boskerelly and Clemm Marry at Clemm Creek

Maurice Boskerelly and Wanda Sue Clemm, daughter of Ezra and Myrtle Clemm married at Clemm Creek last Tuesday. Brother Virgil Hawthorne officiated. The ceremony was held under the shade of a mulberry tree.

The bride wore a dress made from cotton flour sacks with a floral pattern. The bodice of the dress was accented with Queen Anne's lace. Her head was adorned with a wreath of honey suckle vine interspersed with fresh cotton bolls. She carried a bouquet of prickler weed, golden rod, and oxeyedaisies.

Esther Artemissia Clemm, the bride's Grandma, served as the matron of honor. The bride was given away by her father, with her brother Herman standing by (with a shotgun just in case the groom got cold feet). Junior Clemm, stood in as the best man for his new daddy.

Afterward friends and family celebrated with the happy couple with a community hoedown.

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"NO! AHHHHHHHH!" Bosco shouted, as he attempted to jump up and became tangled in the afghan that Polly Bennett had crocheted for him. Falling from the recliner onto the floor, his eyes darted around the room. He took a deep breath and relaxed when he realized he was in New York in his apartment and not caught up in some twisted HEE HAW episode. Pushing himself from his knees into a sitting position, he picked up the letter that he had been reading before he dosed off.

Despite the time that had passed since the accident and the distance between them, Bosco and Polly had remained good friends. They corresponded through letters, although Bosco would never admit this to anyone, and occasionally spoke on the phone. Today's letter contained good news. Polly's daughter was pregnant again and little Junior, Polly's grandson, was very excited. Bosco had heard all about Junior along with the rest of Polly's family on the plane before the crash. Grandma Bennett was doing ok, although she "gets a little more senile every day." Bosco opened the newspaper clipping that Polly had sent along. Who would have thought that Wanda Sue would marry her boyfriend Herman considering all the complaining she had done about him? But she was a wonderful girl and Bosco only hoped that she'd be happy.

Placing the letter and clipping on the small table beside the recliner, Bosco untangled himself from the afghan and slowly rose to his feet. Most of his physical injuries had completely healed, but he still had the dreams of Clemm Creek on occasion. His doctors said that the dreams were his body's way of avoiding the trauma associated with the crash and those first few days in the hospital. Bosco didn't really understand all that. All he knew was that there were some days when the Clemms seemed so real it was frightening.

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