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  In Memoriam

  Book #7 in the Pam of Babylon Series

  Suzanne Jenkins

  In Memoriam

  by Suzanne Jenkins

  In Memoriam. Copyright © 2014 by

  Suzanne Jenkins. All rights reserved.

  Created in digital format in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations in blog posts and articles and in reviews.

  In Memoriam is complete and total work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  For information on the Greektown trilogy, the Pam of Babylon series, and other works by author Suzanne Jenkins, please refer to the ‘Also by…’ section at the end of this novel.

  Contents

  Part I: Common Ground

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Part II: In Memoriam

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Also by Suzanne Jenkins

  Part I:

  Common Ground

  Chapter 1

  Alone in the birthing center waiting area on a Saturday morning, Pam Smith paced, wondering what was taking so long. In a room down the hall, Lisa’s husband and his family crowded around her as she pushed. The family birthing scene was never Pam’s thing, but she was there to show her support in spite of her disgust at the circumstances. If having to navigate the latest fiasco in her life didn’t force her into seclusion, nothing would. Gladys Ford, Lisa’s former mother-in-law, was taking care of Lisa’s baby Megan, one worry Pam didn’t have. As soon as her mother, Nelda Fabian, came out to give the report that Lisa and the baby were okay, Pam was leaving. She shuddered thinking that she might have to see Lisa’s husband, Dan, imagining his horrible sisters aiding in the birth of Lisa’s baby.

  Finally, Nelda came out of the birthing room. “Hi, Grandma!” she called brightly. “You will not believe the head of hair on this kid.” She sidled up to Pam, whispering, “It’s the native genes, I think.”

  “Mother, he’s Polish and Italian too, don’t forget.”

  “Don’t kid yourself. Any Italian baby born that hairy would require an exorcism before his christening.”

  “Stop it,” Pam said, losing patience. “Little Megan has blond curls and huge blue eyes. How different can this child look?”

  “You’ll see,” Nelda replied. “Come on back.”

  “I’ll wait until later,” Pam said. “Give Lisa my love. I’m headed back to the beach and will return when Dan and his family go. Can you get a ride with his sister?”

  “I don’t think Dan is going anywhere, Pam,” Nelda said gently, worried her daughter might be confused. Dan and Lisa were married now. “And it sounds like Lisa will be discharged later this afternoon.”

  Having to go to Lisa’s house with Dan’s family all around would be worse, Pam decided.

  “Oh hell, okay,” Pam said, giving up. She steeled herself, preparing for…what? It’s just pride, she thought. It won’t kill me. Following Nelda down the hall to Lisa’s room, Pam could hear the jovial laughter of Dan and his family interspersed with Lisa’s lilting voice. She sounded happy. Pam didn’t want to be a downer for her, so she plastered a smile on her face. Glancing at her reflection in the glass window at the nurses’ station, she was relieved to see she looked fabulous: youthful, attractive, and self-confident.

  Nelda led the way, holding the door for Pam. Lisa was radiant, holding a bundle.

  “Mom, meet Marcus Brent!” she said when Pam walked in.

  Hearing the middle name seared through Pam’s heart, but she knew before the birth what his name would be, so it wasn’t a shock. Pam mouthed, Oh, wonderful, but didn’t think any sound came out. She was afraid to engage her vocal cords, the emotion welling up in her chest overpowering, threatening to take control of what she might say, the self-confidence she was just reassured of slipping away.

  Dan’s relatives parted to allow her access to the bedside, and it seemed to Pam that it happened in slow motion. She looked from face to face, and they appeared to be compassionate and hopeful, not cruel and spiteful, as she’d thought. In truth, they felt awful that Pam had recently lost her own son, but smug that her own daughter had put her in her place. They never liked the idea of their brother being involved with the older Pam. Lisa, twenty some years younger than Dan, was the perfect trophy wife.

  Carefully making her way through the crowd, she reached the bedside, bending down to kiss Lisa’s cheek. She grasped the edge of the receiving blanket, moving it just enough to see the little creature’s face. That word was the first to enter her mind when she saw the top of his head. He had a shock of pitch-black hair that grew from the center of his head like a Chinese wig.

  All she could get out was, “Oh!” and Nelda started laughing.

  “What’d I say?” she said. The others laughed, too.

  “Can you believe his hair?” Lisa said.

  Pam stood by her, looking down at the baby. She was grateful the baby didn’t look like Brent or Lisa, although there was something about his mouth that reminded her of her own babies.

  “His mouth sort of reminds me of yours,” Pam said softly. Of course, Dan had to pick that up.

  “I just said that!” he replied excitedly, looking at Pam.

  Pam was not going to acknowledge him, though. Asshole, she thought, bringing a hysterical giggle to her throat. Thinking of him in that way put her in a position of authority in her mind so that she wouldn’t cringe every time he said something.

  “How do you feel?” Pam asked.

  Mother and daughter looked at each other, and Pam could feel her love. Lisa wanted to be alone with her, but Dan’s family surrounded them, and that’s what you did when you were a wife. You relinquished your own desires for your husband’s benefit.

  “I’m good,” she said. “They’re letting me out of here in three hours, and I can’t wait.”

  The others began their exodus, bending over the other side of the bed to kiss her good-bye, no one asking Pam to move away. Each of them nodded their heads in her direction and either smiled or said good-bye. She wouldn’t see them again if she could help it. Dan walked out with his family, putting a hand up, saying, “Be right back.”

  “Are you going straight home?” Pam asked Lisa, curious if they would bundle her off to the family farmstead.

  “Yes,” she said. “Straight home. Gladys is staying with me.”

  “Gladys is phenomenal,” Pam said simply.

  “Yes, she is.”

  Gladys Ford was Megan’s grandmother, Lisa’s former mother-in-law. Gladys’s son, Lisa’s late husband Ed, died a year before, a day before Pam’s son Brent was murdered. When Lisa and Dan married soon after, Gladys never judged her.

  “I knew you were having problems with Ed,” Gladys told Lisa. “It was human nature to turn to someone who was showing you affe
ction.” Gladys and her husband, Big Ed, would stay in Lisa’s life as much as she would allow in order to be close to their son’s child.

  Pam had a slightly different take on the situation because the someone Lisa turned to was Pam’s old boyfriend Dan. After having an argument with Pam, he didn’t even wait twenty-four hours to sleep with Lisa. Pam had to forgive Lisa; she was her flesh and blood. But she wasn’t forgiving Dan. His last name was Chua, Hopi Indian for snake. And he’d turned out to be a big, awful snake in Pam’s life.

  Gladys was there for Lisa through every step: for Ed’s funeral, Lisa’s marriage to Dan, and afterward, when she discovered she was pregnant. Pam was unable to face Lisa until recently, insulating herself from the Dan and Lisa drama. She could focus on Lisa and Megan if she really tried, and she’d have to acknowledge baby Marcus as well, but that was it. It appeared Lisa was well attended; Pam would be relieved from doing the postnatal caregiving.

  “How’s Sandra?” Lisa asked, referring to family friend Sandra Benson.

  “Good,” Pam said. “She said to tell you she’d be over to the house as soon as you were up to having company. She didn’t think she’d be able to tolerate the birth.”

  “I understand,” Lisa said. “I can barely tolerate it myself.” The truth was it was impossible to be alone with Lisa. Several of Dan’s relatives were at the house at any given time, seeming to always travel in packs of ten. They didn’t give it a second thought that she might like some privacy or to have the space to entertain her own family members. But no one would address the issue with Lisa until she was on her feet again, if ever.

  Nelda was already feeling put out, but Pam’s mother-in-law, Bernice, was livid. “I can’t even spend the night at my granddaughter’s house because it’s overrun with rednecks.”

  “Bernice, for God’s sake, shut up!” Pam replied. “You’re talking about her in-laws now.” It wouldn’t be the last of the politically incorrect phrases either grandparent would utter.

  “What I meant was Dan’s family, nothing more, nothing less,” she said. Bernice wasn’t known for her tolerance or her couth.

  Pulling her thoughts back to the baby in front of her, Pam looked at him again, and it was a relief that Marcus really didn’t look like Lisa, except for that mouth. It would be easier for her to be uninvolved if she wasn’t longing to see her grandson, hoping it would spark memories of his mother’s own babyhood.

  “How’s Thomas Brent?” Lisa asked softly. Thomas Brent was Sandra and Tom Adams’ three-month-old.

  “Oh, he’s adorable,” Pam said after grasping the side rail for support. Would the mention of Brent’s name ever stop jolting?

  “And Miranda?” Miranda was Pam’s late sister, Marie’s daughter. Sandra and Tom had custody of her.

  “She’s fine, too. I can’t believe she’s going to be three soon. Time is certainly flying by.”

  Lisa grabbed her mother’s hand. “Mom, I’m sorry.”

  Pam looked down into her eyes. She could feel Lisa’s regret, her sincerity. “I know you are,” she replied softly. “You don’t need to say it again, Lisa. It’s done with.”

  “But I wish things could be the way they were before.”

  “Well, that will never happen. Nothing will ever be the same,” Pam said, sorry that Lisa appeared to be fighting tears. There wasn’t anything she could do for Lisa, who needed to feel the pain she’d caused. But Pam didn’t want the guilt to harm Lisa’s new baby, either.

  Lisa wanted her relationship with her mother to return to where it was two years ago, when she was pregnant with Megan and living at the beach with Pam. She wanted her mother to pamper her again, to let her stay in her childhood bedroom with sea-glass-green walls and starfish mobile, the Judy Blume books in the bookshelf, the mementos of her life before she ruined it.

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” Lisa replied. “I guess there is just too much to forgive.”

  It was Pam’s turn to grab Lisa’s hand. “It’s not just about you, Lisa. I don’t want to talk about sad topics around baby Marcus.” She was going to say how the loss of Brent changed life irrevocably, but was saved by the return of Dan Chua. Pam immediately thought yuck when he walked through the door. How could she ever have found him even remotely attractive? Trying not to put her nose in the air, she bent down and kissed Lisa good-bye and walked toward the door.

  “Don’t leave on my account,” Dan said, frowning.

  “It’s not on your account, Dan. It’s on mine.” She turned to Lisa again. “Good-bye, dear. Call me when you’re settled at home.” Pam quickly shut the door behind her before someone could speak again. The sense of relief leaving the room gave her was immediate.

  “Well, that was uncomfortable,” Dan said, sighing.

  “Yes. But you could say we brought it on ourselves.” Lisa looked down at her new baby, sad that her actions might cause him pain in the future.

  “Your mother needs to get over it,” Dan said.

  “Good luck with that, Dan,” Lisa said. “You don’t know my mother. She either forgives unconditionally or holds a grudge forever. I hate to tell you what side of the fence you fall on.”

  “I notice she forgave you,” Dan replied.

  “I’m her flesh and blood,” Lisa said smugly. She looked at him, frightened that a man who was supposed to love her would start a conversation like this an hour after she’d given birth to his child.

  “Your mother doesn’t impact our happiness unless we give her the power,” he said, coming over to the side of the bed. “As far as I’m concerned, we never have to talk about her again. Sorry I even said anything. My emotions must be raw.” He looked at her deadpan, and she burst out laughing.

  “Oh, I see,” Lisa said. “I’m the one who just had a baby, and we have to skirt around your hormones. Better let your family know what shape you’re in before we get home.”

  “A little of my family goes a long way. I think I’m going to ask them to back off for a while.”

  Lisa stifled a sigh of relief.

  “Unless you think we need them to help out.”

  “No. We have Gladys,” Lisa said, determined to maintain some control. “She’ll help us as much as she is able, and we won’t even know she’s there.”

  Dan bent over to kiss Lisa on the cheek and reached for his son. Life would certainly change for him now that he had an heir.

  Chapter 2

  Saturday morning should have been a time of rest, family and reenergizing. But for Sandra Benson, it was fraught with angst. The source of the only joy in her life came from her infant son, Thomas Brent. But at three months of age, what he was capable of giving her besides a fleeting smile and a poopy diaper was limited.

  Childbirth classes taught fathers were often jealous of the new baby, a fact Sandra thought appalling. Why in the hell would a grown man feel his own child was taking attention away from him? Her worst nightmare was realized; Tom was jealous! When she found out she was pregnant, the possibility a faulty condom exposed Tom to HIV stole the joy from those first days. She kept waiting for him to join in the excitement, but he seemed unable or unwilling, even after a negative HIV test.

  “I’m worried about his safety,” Tom said, and Sandra remembered that he was a witness to her heartbreak when baby Ellin died. She’d discovered she was pregnant with Jack Smith’s baby right after Jack died. Jack was Pam’s late husband. Then she met Tom, and they started to date. At five months, Sandra went into labor, losing Ellin. The doctor advised her not to get pregnant again; the risk for the baby was too great because she was HIV positive.

  In spite of their precautions, she’d still gotten pregnant. “Doctor Jacobs says everything is fine,” Sandra reassured him. “Let’s try to enjoy it. I feel so lucky.”

  But Tom was not convinced. Extremely careful when they had sex, she didn’t realize just how careful; he didn’t haphazardly put a condom on. He inspected it first, used only water-based lubricants, and afterward inspected it again. Although there was no
proof it helped, he urinated and washed off with soap. Secretly confiding in his stepmother, Gwen, a nurse, she tried to help him relax.

  “Just enjoy the baby, Tom!” she encouraged him. “Look at him as a gift.”

  But Tom was hard to convince. He had a feeling he just couldn’t shake.

  All through her pregnancy, Sandra kept waiting for Tom to come around, hoping his disinterest was just what he claimed it was, fear for the safety of their baby. But when she delivered, Tom distanced himself further.

  Both dark haired and brown eyed, baby Brent had thick blond hair and blue eyes that everyone said would change in time. But Sandra wasn’t sure that was true. The first time Pam saw him, she wept. “He looks like one of my babies,” she exclaimed. That night after everyone left, Sandra crept down to the nursery and tapped on the window.

  “Can I see baby Adams?”

  “Go back to your room, and I’ll bring him around,” the nurse said, smiling.

  So Sandra did as she was told, getting back into bed. The nurse brought him to her in a little wheeled cart, pushing it up to the bed. Sandra leaned over and pulled the blanket away from his face as soon as the nurse left. Baby Brent. She chose the middle name in honor of Pam’s son Brent, who’d died the previous June. Murdered by his girlfriend’s father. Tom didn’t bat an eyelash when he heard the name. Thomas Brent. But when she was alone, Sandra started calling him Brent. Baby Brent.

  “Come here, baby Brent,” Sandra whispered, picking the swaddled bundle up. “Oh, you’re such a big boy!” He’d weighed in at over eight pounds. Already cramming his fists in his mouth, Sandra quickly retrieved his bottle of formula. She held the little head up, offered him the bottle, and he immediately latched on.

  It was in this posture that Tom would find Sandra. Looking up, she gasped, seeing his silhouette in the doorway, not sure who it was.

  He started to walk toward her. “I was called out again,” he said softly. “An arrest warrant for someone I had in custody last week. The dumb asses released him, and he turned around and killed someone else the next day.”