“Fifteen hundred dollars? Are you kidding me, Tom?”
She paced the bedroom in anger, looking at the bank charges on her phone. Tom stepped to the tall redhead but sighed searching for the right response. She continued.
“It was supposed to be an oil change and your stupid lefty card!”
He froze and looked down at the hunter green berber carpet. She dropped her broad shoulders and chewed on her upper lip.
“Tom baby, I’m sorry. This isn’t your fault and I didn’t mean the thing about the card. You’re….”
Tom raised his left hand and fought back tears. He stayed in guilt over the past few years of their lives together.
“Suzanne, it’s fine. It was a shakedown but I wasn’t prepared for it. Honey, I should’ve used our back channels to get the car serviced. I wasn’t…”
Suzanne stopped him by leaning in and touching his right hand. She pulled Tom in for a hug. He pulled back then moved in for a light kiss on the lips. He felt her phone vibrate against his left shoulder. She looked at the text message and then lost control of her legs, falling against their queen sized bed.
“What is it Suz?”
He took the phone from her hand and read the words.
“Going to Piedmont for the civil rights protest. I know. I know. But I’m still going.”
It was from their oldest daughter, Danielle, a law school student in Atlanta, about 30 miles from their home.
“I have to go get her, Suzanne. With her record and civil disobedience being banned in the city after the Christmas Day Massacre, anything could happen to her.”
Suzanne wiped away tears from her cheeks, her fair skin flush from emotion.
“I can’t go with you. The other girls will be home from their friends’ party in less than an hour. Plus, it’s Saturday and the family travel restrictions on people like us will put us all in holding.”
Tom walked to a dresser a few feet from their bed. He opened the top drawer then pulled five hundred dollars cash and a stun gun.
“I’ll take care of it. If something happens, I’ll go down for her and they’ll let her go on a parent violation since she’s still in law school on our dime. Then she can use her law office contacts from there. Call Joanna and tell her what’s happening. She’ll be our back channel if it gets bad. This is Plan C. We’ve gone over it dozens of times.
He walked to the threshold of the bedroom then felt her soft hands on his. He turned and kissed her. Their lips released.
“I’ll try to make this as okay as possible. Joanna will help you if it doesn’t work out. I love you.”
Suzanne pushed a button next to the light switch and their television monitor showed a picture of their daughter’s apartment.
“Tom, the security system’s been activated. She’s left the complex. It the campus perimeter is blocked, pay off a Yellow driver. They got me through the police barricade last time. He looked at her and shrugged.
“Yeah well, I’m not as pretty as you so it may take more than a twenty. I may have to say Heil Trump or something.”
They both laughed then dropped their smiles.
“Suzanne, our family is all we have, I’ll keep us as one.”
This is part 2 of many more to come of a serialized fiction series about life under a Trump Presidency.
Here’s the Stone Roses.