#12
"'Evening folks, what's going on?" Will heaved himself in a chair with a sigh of relief. "It's been one rotten night, and I hope this blasted storm moves itself out soon."
Will ate a cookie and got up to fill his mug with coffee. "So what is the bedtime story? I hope your news is better than mine. I didn't get anywhere running Sandy's name in the database. All I got was an official looking badge and a 'access denied', notice."
Instead of replying, Clora looked at Sandy and Wayne. "Would you be willing to have Will inspect your marks?" At their nods, she faced Will and explained. "Pete left us with birthmarks; my mark and Ben's are the same, but I would like your opinion on the one's Sandy and Wayne have."
Will nodded, and waited for the kids to make the next move. It was Clora the surprised them all. "See the hourglass shape of mine and how rough and raised it is, almost like a skin mole?" She moved next to Will and showed him the knobby patch on her chest. "Now, look at Wayne's."
Will touched the supposed birthmark on Wayne's chest, "it's smooth, barely raised, and difficult to feel even that. The problem is, if you look at it as a tattoo, that's all you can see." Will scooted the lamp closer, and then used the flashlight from his belt. "See here," he took the edge of his spoon and pulled the skin taut. "It looks like a needle track with ink in it. See how long it is. I am 99% certain this is a tattoo. There are other dots that are out of line."
"Are you comfortable showing me your mark?" he asked Sandy.
"Yeah," she said with a shrug, and eased her blouse off her shoulder. "I feel like a bug, but Clora you pull the chemise down as I can't see where it is."
Wayne muscled closer, staring intently at the mark as it appeared. He snagged a chair and sat knee to knee with Will, with his nose practically in Sandy's armpit. "Thats a really dark, messy looking mark, not like mine or Clora's. How long have you had this?" Wayne's warm breath tickled Sandy's skin.
Clora replied, "Sandy came with it, when she was dropped off at our house. We thought she was about two years old, but had no clue. We were kids ourselves, so our recollections could be off. Most of the rest of it came from the folders the FBI seemed to have on us."
"And now that information is suspect," Will spoke as he pulled the skin tight on Sandy's ribs. "Look here, this is just as bad a ink job as you have Wayne."
Wayne was busy looking, but not necessarily at the tattoo. "Oh, yeah, humm. As she has grown it has stretched out of shape so you can really see the ink dots."
"Again, I am 99% sure this is a tattoo, there is only the slightest raise to the skin." Will replied with a professional detachment.
Wayne's thumb touched her mark and then went to his own. "They feel the same," he half whispered. Suddenly it was way to hot in the kitchen and he pushed back and went for the door.
Mark grabbed for Clora's arm, "easy sweetie, he just needs to cool off."
"Oh," and her exclamation made the men laugh.
"Well folks, it's time for sleep. Hey Mark, will you wake me in the morning before Brett leaves, I've got to talk with him." Will requested sleepily.
"Sure," Mark obliged, "be happy to."
Clora looked like she wanted to talk, but Mark dragged her down the hall. "Let it go Honey, it's not your business," he teased as he got fresh with the strap of her chemise. "Humm, I think we have important business right here," and he shut the door firmly.
Trey was the first one up the next morning and he went in search of Willie, looking for a playmate. Will opened one eye and mumbled that Willie was still sleeping. The grey dawn not light enough to see well, but his son was a lump under his covers.
"Well, he won't be when I wake him up," Trey said with total logic. "It's time to get up."
"Where's your Daddy?" Will asked with exaggerated patience, hoping Trey would go away.
"Sleeping and snoring," Trey was so matter of fact that Will grimaced. Something was wrong with that child, and when he got done with Brett, Brett was gonna be bent out of shape.
"OK kiddo, are the ladies in the kitchen?"
"Yup, starting breakfast. They are whispering a lot and told me to go back to bed. I don't want to. Usually they get me hot chocolate, they are mean today." Trey's lower lip wobbled.
"Go play in the living room, and I'll be right out." Will ordered and listened to Trey pad out of the room.
Will stretched out, enjoying those moments of being awake but not needing to spring out of bed. He watched the door swing inward and Trey peeked around, "are you coming?" he asked impatiently.
"Out, until I get there." Will said with authority, and Trey scooted.