Chapter II: Disappointment
Bobby hung up the phone in the kitchen of his modest New York home. His wife, Marie ( a long time friend and fellow mutant), put a glove had on his shoulder. "Is everything alright?" she asked.
Bobby stayed silent for a moment. He still couldn't comprehend what he'd just learned. It was his mother he'd just been talking to over the phone. The fact that she'd phoned was a shock enough, for ever since Bobby had told them about his mutantcy his parents had sort of shunned him, in a ways. They still sent him cards for birthdays and holidays but they hadn't actually met face to face in awhile.
"That was my mother…" began Bobby, moving out of the kitchen to take a seat in the living room. Marie followed, curious to know what was up. Once they were both seated, Bobby began. "You knew that my brother and his wife Carol were expecting, right?"
Marie nodded slowly. A shadow of sorrow flashed over her face, then vanished. Because of Marie's mutant ability it was hard for her and Bobby to show any affection physically, let alone have children.
"Well…apparently Carol has had a mutant child."
"What!" Marie gasped, and put a hand to her mouth. "There's no way! Besides…how are they sure the baby's a mutant. Aren't you only able to tell during early puberty?"
"Sure…but the baby has a tail…"
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"No!" A woman screamed. "Get it away from me! It's not mine! Give me my baby!"
"Ma'am…" said a nurse in a calm voice. "You need to relax…you've just been through delivery. You shouldn't be working yourself up at a time like this…"
"What!" Carol turned to the nurse, tears streaming down her face. "I…I just wanted a normal baby boy…a son…for my husband to call Ronny Jr. Is that too much to ask? And then what do you give to me? An animal, a furry despicable creature with a tail for God's sake! No…no…this is too much…it's unacceptable...unholy…the devil's work."
"Ma'am, please don't speak with such words," said the nurse, looking mildly afraid.
"I'll speak however I want…I'm distraught."
Carol continued on a rave, whilst the nurse called for back up. And a few minutes later, Carol was calm and sleeping, after being placed under a sedative.
The nurse called the doctor over to a corner. "What is too be done with the child, doctor?"
The doctor shook his head. "I'm not sure, but it seems clear that the parents want nothing to do with it. However…I'll have another talk with the father and grandparents and see if there isn't another relative you might be willing to take it in."