Consequences(249)

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“My client has reason to believe you’ve spoken slander against him. This defamation of his character is considered a ploy to damage his personal and professional reputation”—Brent said what was needed, with the demeanor necessary, but his thoughts were elsewhere. Claire looked different from what he expected. It wasn’t just her hair and the clothes, she had confidence and strength. These qualities had never been evident before. He recalled seeing her for the first time on Tony’s plane to New York. She looked nervous and insecure, yet tried to appear otherwise. Now after almost six months, three in a federal penitentiary, Claire seemed independent and strong. He knew it wasn’t where she’d been—but where she hadn’t. She hadn’t been under the gaze of the black eyes. Just like actual black holes, they sucked strength, confidence, and assurance out of anyone close enough to be pulled into their orbit.

Claire laughed and replied, “Thank you, Mr. Simmons. I’m very concerned that your client will want my allegations made public—as would happen in such a suit.”

“Ms. Nichols, damage to my client’s professional reputation could result in a loss of income. A civil suit is meant to subsidize any loss of income.”

Smiling, she said, “And of course, I have the necessary capital to subsidize your client’s income.”

“It’s my responsibility to inform you such a suit is under consideration, and if filed, you could be found liable.” Brent stood to leave.

“Brent, can you please talk with me for a minute?” He continued to gather his belongings.

“Mr. Simmons?” They made eye contact. “Your wife told me one time that life was not a daily test. She said perfection was not always necessary. I want you to know that I know. I know better than anyone else, today you passed a test”—Brent felt a minuscule amount of moisture leak from his eyes as he ever so slightly nodded his head in agreement. Looking down he started toward the door, but Claire’s confident tone stopped his movement—“Mr. Simmons, two more things”—He turned back toward her—“Should the subject arise—I welcome the suit. It’ll give me the opportunity to make my allegations again, perhaps to a larger forum”—He nodded with a knowing smile. She was right—Tony would never risk that exposure—“And the other thing, I truly love and miss your wife. If she cares—please tell her that I really am fine—more fine than I used to be.”

“Thank you, Ms. Nichols. You have been notified.”

“Yes, Mr. Simmons, I have. Thank you.” He knocked; the guard opened the door. He left.

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The guard took Claire back to her cell. Walking through the halls, through the various locked gates, Claire couldn’t help feeling sorry for Brent. He was just north of fifty, but the lines and definite circles under his sad eyes made him look much older. She knew from experience, his prison was more of a hell than hers.


About three weeks later she received a short note in the mail. The return address was a PO Box in Chicago. She didn’t recognize the name, but the note filled Claire with love and support. It wasn’t much, but it was something. To Claire, that was a lot!

I care. I’m glad.

I’m sorry. I miss you too,

and I hope to be able to do more.

love you!

Cort

Claire kept the note and read it daily. Over time, more notes arrived—Sue and Tim had a healthy baby boy—Caleb and Julia’s wedding was to be in June of 2013—little bits of information always signed with love.