Authors: Tim Tingle
“Penelope! It had to be her!”
“Who is Penelope?” The Deputy asked.
“She is a neighbor,” Janice explained. “This is her Dad here in this red truck. And her boyfriend is in the gray truck. We’ve been having, I guess what you would call a family dispute.”
“This Penelope, what is her last name?”
“Jones.”
“We need to speak to her. By law, when we receive a 911 call, we must speak to the person who made the call. Where is she?”
“In the house.”
“Then let’s go speak to her.”
Bob spoke up. “Excuse me, officer, but you seem to have me blocked in. Can you let me out before you go into the house?”
“There has been a 911 call from this residence, and no one is to leave this scene before I have determined what is going on. Deputy Hill, stay here with the car, and make sure these two men do not leave!”
“Yes Sir.”
Bob looked sick, and Vance slumped down even lower in the driver’s seat of his truck.
Travis and Janice led the Deputy into their home to talk to Penelope, but she was not in the living room. Janice went back to the bedrooms and called out to them, “Here she is!” They went to the back bedroom, where they found Penelope hiding behind a bed, curled up in the fetal position. Janice was still angry about her name being used to call 911, immediately confronted her about it. Weeping and rocking back and forth, she admitted it.
“Yes, I called 911! I thought there was about to be trouble when my Dad drove up!”
“What kind of trouble?” The Deputy asked.
“Bad trouble! Someone could get killed! That kind of trouble!”
“Who is going to kill who?”
“I don’t know! It could be anybody! It could be everybody! I don’t know! I don’t want anybody to get hurt on account of me! I’ve just caused trouble by coming here!”
“You can say that again!” Travis said, before Janice jabbed him with her elbow.
The Deputy glanced at Janice and Travis. “Is she okay? I mean, mentally?”
“Probably not,” Travis replied. “It’s a long story.”
“I’ve got all day, and I love a good story.”
Travis took a deep breath. “Then let’s go out on the porch and sit down. Penelope, get out of the floor and come outside too. You can verify what I tell the Deputy.”
She shook her head.
“Janice, get her up, and make her come outside, while I explain things to the Deputy.”
“I’ll try.”
On the front porch, Travis sat in the swing, and gently swung back and forth, as the officer leaned against the rail with his arms crossed, and listened. In the midst of the explanation, Janice and Penelope joined them. Travis told how the day had unfolded, and then backed up and filled in the gaps with the secret family history of the Deasons, who beget who, and even included the chapter concerning Vance. Parts of the tale clearly shocked the officer. When Travis had finished, the Deputy turned to Penelope and asked, “Is what Mr. Lee said accurate?”
She closed her eyes and nodded her head, choking back tears.
“From what I have heard, you have a good case against your father, as long as you are willing to testify in court. Get a good lawyer, and round up family and friends to back up your testimony, and the prosecutor will have a field day with this guy! He can probably put your Dad away for the rest of his life.”
“No, I don’t want to do that!”
“We can arrest him right now, on charges of aggravated rape, as long as you are willing to press the charges.”
“No, I don’t. Just forget that you heard any of this!”
“So then, you are admitting that you lied about him raping you?”
“No, he did it, I just don’t want to press charges against him.”
The Deputy looked exasperated. “Well, then there is nothing we can do here. My advice is to get a lawyer and press charges against him. To me, there is no lower form of life than a child molester! If you change your mind, give us a call back.” He placed his ‘smoky’ hat back on his head and headed back toward his car. Janice looked disappointed.
“Is that all? Travis, tell him about the boyfriend! About the drugs!”
“What is that about drugs, Ma’am?” the officer asked.
“Her boyfriend there is a drug dealer! Shouldn’t you check him out?”
“I think we already have him on our radar. Is his name Vance Campraseti?”
“Yes, that’s his name.” Penelope replied.
“And he lives in Arlington?”
“Yes.”
“We already have a warrant to search his home. We have had it for months, but we are waiting on the right time to use it. We want to be able to catch him with overwhelming evidence.”
“Then you need to search his house now! His back room is stacked to the ceiling with stuff!” Penelope said. “I know! I just left his house this morning!”
“Then I’ll let our investigators know that. Please don’t say anything to him that would tip him off.”
“Don’t worry about that!”
The Deputy glanced toward Vance, as he passed his truck, but Vance was slumped down in the seat, trying to keep a low profile. As he was passing Bob’s truck, he stopped and looked at Bob with an icy cold stare, which made Bob wonder what they had told him. As the Deputies backed their car out, Travis walked out to Bob’s truck.
“Travis, what did you and Penelope tell that officer?”
“Something that you ought to be scared of, Bob, the truth!”
“Well, tell Penelope that if she should change her mind . . .”
“Just get the hell off my property, Bob!”
He left without further comment. Vance also fired up his truck, and was backing out. He stopped and spoke to Travis.
“Thanks for getting rid of Bob, Travis! He said more than once that he was going to kill me!”
“It probably wouldn’t be a waste of shells! Don’t let the gate hit you in the ass as you leave!”
“I didn’t see a gate as I came in.”
“It’s just an expression. It means, get your ‘big dick’ off my property, and don’t come back!”
He left without comment, no doubt relieved to be rid of Penelope.
As the circus came to an end, and the clowns departed, Travis just shook his head at the day’s events, and it was only noon. He still had to go to work, and he did not intend for Penelope to be here when he got back. He returned to the porch, where he told Janice to bring him the phone, and the directory, but didn’t tell her why. “And tell Penelope to come out here too.”
“I don’t think she wants to talk to you.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re a man. She doesn’t want to talk to any man right now!”
“Then I’ll talk to her! Get her out here!”
“Travis, be nice to her! She’s had a really bad day!”
“So have I, and it’s not over yet! I don’t want to see her here when I get back home tonight!”
Penelope heard her from the living room, and responded, as she came out on the porch. “But you said I could stay here!”
“Yes, until you could talk to Herbert about coming back home, but I think we know the answer to that already! There’s no need in you staying here, and I intend to find you a place to go, before I leave for work!”
“You said you have a spare bedroom!”
“I know what I said, but that was before I knew the facts! We have six teenagers in this house, who thankfully, are not home right now! They don’t need to be exposed to this mess, so you are leaving! Okay, so you’re not staying here, you don’t want to go back to Vance, or your Dad, and Herbert won’t have you back, so do you have any other ideas?”
“No.”
“Then I’ve got one. There are a lot of drug and alcohol treatment facilities in the state. If you go to a Church run facility, it won’t cost you anything. I intend to find one for you!”
“I won’t go!”
“You’ll go, or be out on the street! Now, do you have any preferences?”
“If I have to go to a place like that, I don’t want to be in one around here, because my Dad will find me!”
“Okay, is Gadsden far enough away? Here’s a place run by an order of Nuns in the Catholic Church.”
“I’m not Catholic!”
“You don’t have to be! They take anyone! And we won’t tell anyone where you are, so your Dad will never think to look there.”
“How would I get there?”
“Janice can drive you there this afternoon, after I leave for work.”
“I can?” Janice asked.
“Yes you can! Penelope, gather your things together, while I call them to let them know you’re coming!”
She didn’t seem happy about it, but she had no other option, and went to obey. After she was out of hearing, Janice asked him, “Do you think this is the right thing to do?”
“It’s the only thing to do! Those nuns probably have experience in dealing with people like her. I just want her out of here.”
“To be honest, I do too, but I don’t want to throw her out.”
“This isn’t throwing her out. But it’s the best we can do for her, without getting in any deeper involved than we already are.”
“I know, and I agree with you. Okay, I’ll need gas money to go to Gadsden.”
An hour later, when Travis left for work, Janice and Penelope also left for Gadsden.
T
ravis finished his job at work early that night, and persuaded his boss to let him out of the mine thirty minutes early. Actually, he was worried about Janice, and how things had gone on her 120-mile trip to carry Penelope to stay with the Good Sisters in Gadsden. He really didn’t like for her to be out driving at night like that, because there were so many crazies out there these days. So he was anxious to call and see how things had gone. He was halfway afraid that after he had left for work, Penelope had changed her mind, and backed out of going, and would still be there at his house when he got there. That would be a nightmare. He was relieved to hear Janice’s voice on the other end when he called, but her tone told him that she was very upset about something.
“Travis, I am so glad to hear your voice! I need you here, so I can cry on your shoulder!”
Almost afraid to ask, he did anyway. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh,
that
woman
! That’s what’s wrong!”
“You took her to Gadsden, didn’t you?”
“I started out to, but she talked me into making a stop along the way!”
“Please tell me that you didn’t take her to a liquor store!”
“No, not this time. I’ve learned better than that now. No, after we got on I-65, she told me that she had a friend who worked at Logan’s Road House Restaurant, on Highway 280.”
“By ‘friend’, she meant some guy, I suppose?”
“No, she said it was a woman she used to go to church with. She said she wanted to stop there to see if this woman still worked there, because she was sure that this woman would let her move in with her, instead of going to live with the Nuns.”
“Didn’t you insist that she go on to Gadsden? The Sisters were expecting her there.”
“My mistake, so sue me! I figured that as long as she was out of my house and being helped, I didn’t care where she went! So I got off the interstate onto 280, stopped to get gas, and then carried her on to Logan’s Road House.”
“You
do
know that Logan’s has a bar?”
“I do now! She told me to wait in the car, while she went in to talk to her friend. So I sat and listened to the radio and waited, and waited, and waited! I figured that she was having a long, heart to heart talk with her friend. I tried to call my sister, but I couldn’t find my cell phone! I knew I didn’t leave it at home, because I distinctly remembered taking it to the car. And then I noticed that all the change was gone out of my ash tray! Penelope must have taken it while I was pumping gas! I had been waiting for 45 minutes, and now I was mad, so I went into Logan’s to see what was keeping her, and to see if she had my cell phone. I walked around the dining area, and didn’t see her. I made a pass through the bar, and didn’t see her. I went into the ladies room, and didn’t see her. I even checked in the kitchen, thinking that her friend might work in the kitchen, but she wasn’t there either!”
“And by this time you were getting pretty mad, huh?”
“Oh, I was furious! I thought she had skipped out the other door, with my change, and my cell phone! I was thinking about calling AT&T and reporting my phone stolen, when I passed by the bar again, and there she was! I hadn’t noticed her before, because she had obviously gone to the ladies room and dolled herself up! I had to do a double-take! She looked like a cheap prostitute! And she was at a table with some strange guy, just laughing and drinking like there was no tomorrow!”
“What did you do?”
“I kept my cool. I smiled and walked up to her, and told her that we needed to be going, if we were going to get to Gadsden by a decent hour. She laughed at me and cussed me out!”
“You’re kidding?”
“No! She told me in no uncertain words that she was a grown woman, and that she wasn’t going anywhere that she didn’t want to go! And then she said some really ugly things to me, which I would not repeat, even to you! And then this guy she was with, who she had just picked up in the bar, invited me to go home with them and participate in a ‘threesome’!”
“You’ve got to be kidding?”
“Would I kid you about something like this, Travis? Do you think I could make up something like this?”
“So you declined his invitation?”
“OF COURSE I DID! Travis, don’t toy with me! I was really upset and embarrassed, and I still am! They were laughing and making crude jokes about me, and I just couldn’t handle it!”
“What did you do?”
“I grabbed my cell phone off the table, and left crying! When I got to the car, I threw all her stuff out in the parking lot, and came back home! I cried all the way home!”
“I’m sorry, Janice, but I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Oh, I’m fine! Just terribly upset is all. Tell me, Travis, and be honest: Do I have ‘stupid’ written across my forehead, or something? I honestly believed that I was helping Penelope, and then she did me that way! Do I have ‘fool’ written across my face? Can people see that I am so naïve that they can take advantage of me that way?”
“No, Janice. You are a kind, helpful person. You go out of your way to try to help someone in trouble, no matter who it is! That’s not a fault, it’s a virtue, and it’s one of the things I love about you! It’s one of the
many
things I love about you! I may joke about you, but I admire the way you try to help people. If Penelope took advantage of your helpfulness and
used
you, it’s not your fault, it’s hers. She’s the one who has ‘fool’ written across her forehead, because she doesn’t recognize a friend when she sees one. So just chalk this up as a lesson learned, and go on. If she calls you later, wanting you to help her again, just remind her of what she did to you this time, and say ‘no’.”