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Chapter 2
Inspection
Lexa opened the door to her home and ran up the stairs to her bedroom. Taking the jacket out of the bag, she laid it on her bed, smoothing it out. She looked at the name tag. Faded as it was, she was still able to read the name, 'Goren'. She smiled. Trying to imagine what this Goren looked like. From the size of the jacket, he has to be a big man. Old, or young? She shook her head.
She began checking the pockets. She found the note. The scrawl on it read 'Frank' with a phone number beside the name. Who was Frank? Was it Frank Goren's jacket? She shook her head, that didn't seem right, why would he carry his own phone number in his pocket. Maybe a friend from the military?
Checking the other pockets, she came up with a key. She turned it over in her hand. It looked like a house key. She tried to imagine the house that Goren lived in. Fancy, shotgun style? Not enough information. She paused. Information? Did she dare call the operator for a Goren? How many were in the city? Dad would have a fit, information calls cost extra. But, he may be needing his house key back... She tapped the key in her hand.
Reaching for her princess phone she dialed information. The operator responded "What city?" Lexa paused, there were so many boroughs in New York...which one? She began with her own.
"Name?" The operator stated, somewhat irritated by the girl's hesitation.
"Goren." Lexa spelled it out for the operator.
"First name?"
"I'm not sure. How many are there?" Lexa had a pen and pad at the ready.
"Two. A Francis Goren, and a Frank Goren." The operator waited.
Lexa tapped the pen on the pad. "Francis Goren."
The operator read off the number as Lexa jotted it down. She thanked the operator and hung up. She was a little dismayed,
Lexa looked at the clock. She wanted to call, but she wanted to make sure she spoke not to Francis, but whomever might be living with her. She decided she would call early in the evening when the chances of him, or her being home from work.
Robert dug through his closet. In frustration he kicked one of the boxes that he had spread out on the floor in his bedroom. "Mom! Mom, where's the box I had in my closet?" He sat on the edge of his unmade bed, looking at his closet, puzzled at where it could have gone.
His mother peered in his room. "What box? You have lots of boxes. You don't need any more boxes." She walked on down the hall. Robert buried his head in his hands, and moaned.
After dinner, Lexa shot up to her bedroom. She dialed the number. To Lexa's dismay an older woman answered. "Hello?"
Thinking on her feet, Lexa responded, "Hi, I'm looking for a Mr. Goren?"
The older woman responded. "Mr. Goren? There's no Mr. Goren...he left us, left us years ago."
Lexa shifted on her bed, tapping the pencil against her chin. "Is there a Goren there that was in the service?"
The woman turned and yelled, "Robert! Robert, you have a call!" The woman set the handset down and walked to the living room and sat down.