The Doctor Gets a Visitor
by: E Walk

(Copyright 2007 by the Author)
 Editor: Radio Rancher
 

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Chapter 14

Dinner Conversation

"Doctor W., there is a Red Lobster right near Oak View. Will that be okay?" Kenny asked.

"That sounds good." Jeff answered. "Let's roll Dad."

I drove directly to the Oak View area and pulled into the parking lot at the Red Lobster restaurant. We were shown to a booth as soon as we walked in. Our waiter, Kyle, brought our menus, "I will be right back to take your orders."

Drew was overwhelmed, "I've never eaten in a restaurant like this. The only places I have been to are fast food places. I have no idea what to order. What are you having Kenny?"

"I am going to have the Captain's Platter if it okay with Doctor W." he answered.

"Of course it's okay. I think that is what I am going to have too." I answered.

Kyle returned and asked, "What can I get you to drink gentlemen?"

We gave our drink orders and Jeff said, "We are also ready to order our meals. I think we are all going to have the Captain's Platter."

Everyone nodded and Kyle asked, "What kind of salad would you like? We have a garden salad with house dressing, Caesar salad or coleslaw."

The two young guys chose the house salad, I ordered a Caesar salad and Jeff selected coleslaw.

"Now what kind of potatoes would you like? We have French fries, garlic mashed potatoes, baked potato or sauteed new potatoes with parsley."

Drew and Kenny selected French fries; I ordered a baked potato with sour cream and Jeff chose the new potatoes. Jeff added, "We each would like a bowl of clam chowder and the steamed vegetables, please."

Kyle smiled, "You got it, sir."

Kyle came back with our drinks and quickly brought the soup, crackers and rolls. Everyone enjoyed the chowder and Kenny and Drew started on the rolls.

As soon as we all had finished with the chowder, Kyle cleared the bowls and set our salads in front of us which we quickly consumed them. Kyle immediately cleared the plates and announced, "I'll be back shortly with your dinners. He was back almost before he left and served our platters, "Is there anything else you need?" He set the catsup and sour cream on the table.

We all shook our heads no and started to eat and Jeff said, "Drew, tell us about your parents."

Drew was completely unprepared for that request, but said, "I don't remember much about my father. He worked for the Union Pacific Railroad and I remember we lived in a nice house. I think I was four when he was killed in a train accident."

"My mother was devastated, but she got everything pulled together. She sold the house and went to school to be a registered LPN. We had a nice apartment and she arranged her work schedule so she could be with me when I got home from school. We were as happy as could be expected. I really liked school and was always on the honor roll. As I grew older, she still tried to be home as quickly as she could and she tried to attend any activity or sports event I participated in."

"It was the last day of school. I got home a little earlier than usual. There was a message on the machine saying that she was going to be working late, so she could have enough money to take me to see a baseball game in Kansas City for my 16th birthday present."

"She had just left her patient's house when she was shot by someone driving by. She was pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital. The person who shot her was picked up by the police and when he was asked why he had done it, he shrugged his shoulders and simply said, `I don't know. It was something to do.' The police arrested him and he was sentenced to life in prison."

By now Drew had tears streaming down his face. Everyone had been sitting there not even looking at their food. Kyle came over and asked, "Is something wrong gentlemen?"

Jeff looked at Kyle and asked, "Could you please warm our dinners in a microwave or something?"

"Yes sir, I'll take care of it." Kyle answered as he took our plates away.

While Kyle was gone, Drew continued. "We had a nice funeral for my mother which I suspect Aunt Cora had paid for. Aunt Cora wanted to take me home but my mother's brother said he was the closest of kin and should be my guardian. I don't think he or his wife really wanted me. They wanted the money they thought my mother had. When they found out that she didn't have any money and they couldn't get any child support, they treated me like dirt and made my life hell. They were only interested in drugs and alcohol."

Kenny put his arm around Drew and said, "That chapter of your life is closed. You have people in Fremont who will take care of you." I thought Drew was really going to start crying hard.

Fortunately Kyle arrived with four platters only they looked like they were new meals. "I brought fresh meals gentlemen. Now could you talk about something fun while you eat?"

"Yes sir!" Jeff laughed and turned to Drew. I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Now let's eat and enjoy this food."

Everyone cleared their platters and Kyle came back and said, "Now that's better gentlemen. Can I get you any dessert?" Everyone shook their heads no and Kyle said, "I'll be right back with your check.

He came back and handed the check to Jeff and said, "I'll take care of this when you are ready, sir?" Before Kyle could leave, Jeff asked, "Dad, may I have your bankcard so that I can pay this gentleman? I don't think we should leave him a tip, since he thinks I am the oldest person here."

Kyle looked a little bewildered but recovered nicely, "I assumed that he was your brother: since you seemed to be making all the decisions and being asked your opinion. I assumed, incorrectly that you were in charge."

Drew and Kenny started to laugh. Jeff came right back and said, "Kyle, we expect much better service the next time we come in." He handed Kyle the folder with my bankcard, after I saw him slip $40.00 in for the tip.

Kyle looked at it and smiled and took the check and card to the cashier and when he came back he said, "Thanks for coming in gentlemen and for being so generous. Make sure you ask for my table the next time you come back."

"We will." Jeff answered as he got up and hugged Kyle.

We stopped in the bathroom to relieve ourselves before we went to the car. When every one was settled, I asked, "Are we going to the mall?"

Jeff answered, "Little brother, we need to get Drew some casual slacks, shoes and some more casual shirts."

"Okay old man. Kenny, where do you think we should go?" I asked.

"Let's go to Dilliards."

I pulled into a parking space right outside of the lower level entrance and Kenny led us directly to the casual slacks, where we met up with Lynn Weaver who would be helping us. We found Drew's size and Jeff handed him a pair, "Go try these on."

Lynn took Drew to the dressing room area and when they came out, Lynn said, "This is his size but he will need to wear a belt."

Jeff said, "We purchased two belts at the previous stop, so he should be fine there. Now Drew, find six pair of slacks that you want."  When Drew had selected the slacks, Jeff asked, "Lynn can you help us in the shoe department?"

"Those people have there own thing going. It's like they are a separate company and only the salespeople on duty there can help you."

"Lynn, you keep these things here while we get shoes, because we are going to need some other things. We'll take care of the shoes and come back."

We went to the shoe department and the people there were nice but not overly friendly. They did get the shoes that Drew wanted to try on and did make sure they fit. I paid for them with Mrs. Tillison's card. Jeff reminded me that I need a new pair of deck shoes and loafers since he had given mine to Drew. So I got them and paid for them with my bankcard. By the time we left the sales people in the shoe department couldn't have been more helpful.

We walked back to where Lynn was holding Drew's pants and Jeff said, "Gentlemen, you have 20 minutes to find anything that you think you want. They have some great sales going, but make sure you really like what you get and make sure that they will be easy to maintain. Lynn, we will back in twenty minutes so you can ring up our purchases. You might go with Drew in case he has any questions."

Everyone scattered and I heard Lynn asked Drew, "What would you like to look at, sir?"

We all went different directions but we all manage to arrive back at about the same time. Drew came back with four shirts, a sweater and two more team logo shirts. Jeff had two dress shirts and a winter jacket to replace the one he had given Drew. I had only had a sweater and Kenny had a sweater and a shirt.

"Okay Lynn." Jeff said, "This pile goes to Drew." I handed him Mrs. Tillison's Dillard's card and he processed it. Next came Jeff's and he used his bankcard. I paid for mine with my bankcard, and finally Lynn rang up Kenny's items. They came to $2.73 more than he had left, but Jeff handed him a $5.00 bill and said, "You owe me five more hours of slave labor."

Lynn looked at Jeff funny but rang up the sale. When he had bagged all of the purchases, he said, "I think this is one sale that won't soon forget.

I think you guys must have a very interesting story to tell."

"You better be prepared for the next time we come back." Jeff laughed.

We took the purchases and put them in their proper space in the trunk and I asked, "Where to now?"

"I think we are ready to go home, Dad." Jeff answered.

I turned to the two guys in back and asked, "How about you two guys?"

They concurred that it was time to go home.

When we got out of town Jeff turned to Drew, "Drew, I think you were raped and I assume it was by your uncle. Would you tell us about?"

Drew looked like he was going to cry again, but Jeff quickly reacted and said, "Drew, whatever happened wasn't your fault. I think you need to get it out of your system and be the person your mother would want you to be."

Drew started, "As I told you earlier, my uncle and aunt thought I was extra baggage after they found out I was not going to enable them to get any money. They moved me out of the extra bedroom and I had to sleep on the old living room sofa. One night my uncle had been out drinking and when he came in, he came to the sofa where I was sleeping and woke me and said, `I am going to get what I want from you now.' With that he turned me over so my face was in the sofa and my butt was in the air. He ripped my boxers off and climbed on top of me and told me how smooth I was."

"The next thing I knew, the son of a bitch penetrated me and pushed his penis the entire way in with out stopping. He started to go like a jack hammer and it hurt so much that I wanted to scream, but he had my face pushed into the sofa and I could hardly breathe."

"He finally released his semen and then just fell on back and there was no way I could move because he was so much heavier than me. When he recovered, he started hammering again and I think I passed out because it hurt so badly. When I came to, I was by myself and there was blood all over the sheet."

"I made up my mind that I would never allow that to happen to me again, so I got a baseball bat and put it on the sofa with me at night. The next time he tried anything I grabbed the bat and said, "You touch me, and you are going to regret it."

"Needless to say, he never did anything to me again, because I always took the bat to bed with me."

Kenny looked at Drew with tears in his eyes and said, "You poor guy. Jeff is right. It wasn't your fault. I guess I don't appreciate how uncomplicated my life has been."

We pulled up in front of Mrs. Tillison's house. We exited the car and took Drew things into the house. Aunt Cora and Mrs. Mrs. Tillison were having a cup of tea. I handed Mrs. Tillison's cards to her with all the receipts and said, "We did some major damage, but I think Jeff and Drew made some wise decisions."

The guys went upstairs and I quickly told the two ladies what happened, including an abbreviated description of the rape. As I finished, Jeff came down the stairs followed by the other two guys and announced, "We really need to get going."

Jeff turned to Drew, "I'll pick you at 6:00 in the morning. Good night everyone." Jeff said as he went to the door.

Kenny and I said our farewells and followed Jeff to the door. When we got the Hendrix house, we got Kenny's purchases out of the trunk and Jeff helped him to the door. I heard him say, "I'll pick you up at 6:05."

Jeff got into the car, "Poor Drew, I can't imagine what it would be like to have the life that he has had. I guess I am really lucky even though I didn't know my father. Dad, was I being cruel to ask him about what happened?"

"No, I think Drew might feel relieved now that he has told someone what happened. It will also make it a lot easier to explain why he is getting such thorough physical tomorrow."

We pulled into the garage, got our things out of the trunk and went directly to the bedroom where we completed our nightly rituals, climbed into bed and fell asleep.

To be continued...

Author's note: I want to thank Darryl, AKA Radio Rancher, for taking the time to edit this chapter.