Looking at Agnes for the first time since Jack’s death drove home for Betty just how dark and somber this loss was. She felt sorrow because she and Agnes had spoken often of the sacrifices the family had made to assist Jack in building what was now considered one of the top firms in the country. “We mortgaged the house, ate so many kidney beans I refuse to have them served in our home now, just to make ends meet,” Agnes had told Betty. She’d spoken of how they’d been on the verge of divorce several times due to associated pressure, yet they were now enjoying the best years of their marriage and looked forward to spending the rest of their lives together.
Sitting directly behind the governor and Mrs. Murphy were Mr. and Mrs. Renfro. On that day Franklin Renfro appeared different to Betty. Usually she felt his mourning was a little disingenuous. But at that moment he appeared heavy-hearted. As Betty watched him, he never blinked, not even once. He did not look at who attended, nor did he appear concerned with who may or may not be watching him. Betty watched as his wife handed him a handkerchief and he did not respond. Then she nudged his elbow to get his attention. Betty wondered if the enormity of the job he’d wanted so badly had finally hit home. If it had sunk in that Jack Murphy would never again enter the doors of Murphy, Renfro and Collins. That he would never walk into the courtroom with his charm and automatically make the opposing attorneys quietly slouch in their seats. As he sat with his arm secure around his new wife, Betty imagined that he felt he had the tiger he had always wanted by the tail. But now he had no idea what to do with it.
After a few words of acknowledgment, “Ave Maria” was piped throughout the building as the attendees read Jack’s obituary. And then from the front row, a young gentleman stood, breathed in deeply, and reached down to kiss his mother. He then proceeded to stand in front of his father’s casket to give the eulogy. Betty listened as Jack and Agnes’s youngest son, who was in his first year of law school, started by telling them a story. A story of how his father had taken him and his brothers fishing when he was in middle school. About stopping on the road to purchase a larger ice chest for the catch. And how Jack had eaten Happy Meals with them that night under the stars.
As the gathering laughed and shook their heads, Betty smiled as she thought about the first lesson she’d learned from the masterful counselor. She’d been leaving the courtroom after her first defeat in a case she felt she should have won. As he’d walked toward her, she’d felt herself tremble. But he’d highlighted every positive thing she’d done and then said, “Just tell them the story, Betty. Unlike the gobbledygook they teach you in law school, this is not rocket science. We make it tough, but it really isn’t. They don’t care about statues. They could give less than a tinker’s damn about precedence. Just tell them the story,” he’d said. “Just tell them a story.” Obviously his son had listened well.
In the processional out of the church, the body was carried by a gathering of old men wearing white gloves who were colleagues at one time or another with Jack. As they walked in lockstep down the red carpet toward the awaiting hearse, the sounds of “Amazing Grace” permeated the air on the pipe organ. No, it was not a traditional Catholic song, but it was one of Jack’s favorites. Agnes Murphy followed them as the others filed out in order of importance behind her. As she walked down the aisle, she made occasional eye contact with a few special friends of the family. Even in her most solemn hour, she attempted to encourage the others to keep a stiff upper lip. As she passed Betty, she gave her not only a glance, but a subtle smile. To Betty she was truly a special lady.
Betty covered her eyes on the bright and windy Floridian day as she walked down the steps of the cathedral. The winds carried the song of a lone kilted bagpipe player as he stood in front of the sleek white hearse. With each release of air from his dimpled cheeks, the pleading sounds emanating from the instrument were strained and mournful as he played “Danny Boy.” To Betty, it did not seem like the type of song one would play on such an occasion, but it seemed apropos because if anything, Jonathan Alexander Murphy was an atypical attorney.
Monday, one week later
It had been another dull weekend without Evander. He had not been to Orlando for six months prior to the visit there with Betty, but this was the second weekend in a row he had made the trip, and this weekend had extended to Monday. The intuitive part of Betty said all was not well in their relationship, but the rational part of her pleaded for patience. As she put the documents back in the appropriate files after her daily 8:30 A.M. telephone meeting with Renfro, she considered for a moment driving down for a surprise visit, but with her workload, those thoughts soon faded.
Each day in Betty’s meeting with the senior partner he wanted to know three things. What had she done on the case the previous day? What was she going to do that day? And what were her personal thoughts regarding the matter? Having never worked with Renfro, initially Betty felt uncomfortable with all of the attention. It was always said that while he did not have the courtroom presence of Jack Murphy, no one could question his attention to detail. Each Tuesday until the start of the proceedings he had Kathy block out five hours for all the attorneys assigned to the case to meet with him in the conference room. He asked that they each bring relevant files to their meeting. If a point was brought up he did not like hearing about, he wanted to see documentation. The unconventional way he prepared for the case agitated the other attorneys, but not Betty. The more she thought about it, the more she relished the opportunity to prove her worth as a litigator. While at times she felt she was tap-dancing for the blind, based on her record and her conversation with Mrs. Murphy, she knew this was still a golden opportunity.
That night as she walked down the hallway, Betty spoke to a couple of the office custodians and then she reached the door of Gregory Davis’s office and noticed him busily at work. After a quick glance at her watch, she looked back and caught his eye.
“You still here?” Betty called out over the sound of the vacuum cleaners and buffers roaring up and down the long hallway.
“Yeah. What time is—” and then he noticed his watch. “Holy shit! It’s nine-thirty. I had no idea it was this late.”
“Oh well,” Betty replied with a smile. “I’ll see you back here in a couple of hours, I guess. Don’t forget, we have that meeting with Renfro tomorrow morning.”
“Forget? Why do you think I’m here now?” he said with a shout over the background cleaning noise. “You leaving?”
“Yeah. I’ve been in the library since about five. Sometimes I just need a change of scenery to concentrate.”
“Well, if you let me get my stuff,” he said, gesturing toward his briefcase, “I’ll walk down with you.”
“Sure.”
Wearing a wrinkled JCPenney’s suit, Gregory walked Betty to her parking space, carrying her box of homework. “I can’t believe you take this much stuff home every night. You’re something else. I just want you to know that,” he said.
“Well, actually I don’t take this much home each night. Just Mondays so I can prepare for my meeting with Renfro.”
“Aren’t those meetings a trip? Can you believe having a five-hour meeting on this one case each week? I mean I know it’s a big case, but isn’t that overkill? And also making us haul all those files up there?” Gregory loosened his tie and quickly placed his hand back under the box. “And what’s the deal with that antiquated file system? Didn’t that go out of style with Perry Mason and the Edsel? But then again,” Gregory laughed, “so did his ties. And would you believe he calls me up every other day with all of these questions? As if he thinks I’m slacking off or something.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I worked with him on a couple of cases before. Neither of them went to court, but he was never like this. Never this . . . I don’t know, I guess uptight is the word I’m looking for. I mean he’s always been anal, but not like this.”
“Well, maybe it’s because there’s no Jack in the office now.”
Gregory smile
d at Betty as he set the box down gently on the pavement beside her car. As he ran his hand through his conservatively cut brown hair he said, “You know, Betty, I don’t know how to say this, but . . . how do you do it? I mean, how do you work with Renfro with his being like he . . . well, you know. If it were me, I don’t think I could even continue to work here. I hate to ask this, but as a black person, how do you walk in that office of his?”
“It’s tough. Very tough sometimes, but you deal with it. It’s not like I just woke up black one morning. I mean, I came to this firm with goals in mind like everyone else, and if I allow Renfro to make me resign, then I’ve given him power over me I don’t think anyone should have. So I bite my lip, overlook the small stuff, and do my job.”
“Well, I would like to think that I would react that way. But I couldn’t swear to it. On the other hand, we are not exactly cut from the same cloth. I mean, you came up with all of those facts that you introduced in the meeting last week,” Gregory continued. “How the hospital doctors and insurance company connected. How could you have known to interview the guy in Northern California or about the sealed court records in Nevada?”
“Just going through all the files with a fresh eye and luck, I guess.”
“Luck my a— Nothing,” Gregory said with a smile. “I mean it. Betty, I leave this place and go home and work for another two or three hours each night just to try to keep up with you. I bet you I have not taken one Saturday or Sunday off since this case landed in my lap.” And then leaning against her car he said, “Maybe I shouldn’t be saying this, but I was more than a little jealous when I saw the role you were playing in this case. Initially I would bone up on my facts to try to show you up. Now I do it just to keep up. Like most of these guys here, I thought you were a little overrated. We thought you were getting powder-puff cases just to make you look good, as Murphy’s girl. We thought that Askew case and especially that Lopez case were set up. I mean, there was no way an associate could pull that off alone. But after working with you . . .” Davis shook his head, running out of superlatives. “You know, if I had my act together half as much as you have yours, counselor . . .”
Betty unlocked her door.
“Listen,” Gregory said, “I know it’s been a long week and all, but could I invite you over to The Purple Porpoise for a quick drink and some oysters or something? I promise you, we will talk about anything but this case.”
Betty declined, because while there was a thin line between business and pleasure, in her mind it was a defined line.
“Well, anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow in the meeting,” he said, walking away.
“Have a nice evening, Greg,” Betty said with a smile still on her face as he headed off into the night.
After she arrived home, Betty immediately walked to her desk to make a few notations she had thought of while driving. Looking at her Caller ID box, she noticed a call from Orlando which was undoubtedly Evander. “Why is he still in Orlando?” she said aloud as she picked up the phone to listen to the message.
“How are you doing, baby? I’ve been calling you at the firm since about six and I kept getting your recorder. I wanted to let you know that I called Ferguson and asked if I could take a few more vacation days. Mom is having some problems with Shawn, and since college is not too far down the road, I’m taking him to visit a few schools in the area. Also she needs some help with a few things like fixing the sink and the door on the garage. So I’m just going to hang out here a few more days. I’m taking Shawn—or should I say Red Dawg—to the movies tonight, but I’ll be back around eleven. I’ll call you as soon as I get in. I love you.”
As Betty hung up the phone, both the intuitive and rational sides of her wanted more answers. It was not adding up. But then as she pulled off her shoes and stockings she thought, I should give him the benefit of the doubt. I’m just stressed about this case.
After changing clothes, Betty went outside to get her homework for the night out of the car and noticed her neighbors pulling into their driveway. Like most of her new neighbors, they had come over and introduced themselves after she moved in, but she could not remember their names as she waved across the street Then she picked up the box filled with files and carried it into the house, with Tickey scurrying at her heels.
Sitting in her office, Betty looked down at the files as she attempted to muster the courage to delve into them. Removing a single folder, she looked at the pages and they all looked the same. I need a break, she thought as she removed her glasses and did something she had not done in over a month. She signed onto the Internet.
DELTADREAM: Hello, guys, what’s going on tonight!
CYNT4UZ: Hi, DeltaDream.
DAPHINESSSS: Hey, soror, long time no see from.
DELTADREAM: Working on a big project at work, you know, same old same old.
OMEGA OIL: It’s me, baby, how are you? We are discussing the pros and cons of the welfare system. What’s your position?
DELTADREAM: Let me just listen to you guys for a while.
Betty did not wish to engage in a profound debate right now. She had been absorbed in intelligent banter all day and preferred to take her mind away from things that were serious. The conversation continued and Betty was getting a little bored, so she decided to sign off and watch television until Evander called. And then out of nowhere she received a personal message on her screen.
DLASTROMEO: Hello, DeltaDream, how are you tonight?
DELTADREAM: How are you? It’s been a long time. I remembered you telling me about your girlfriend.
DLASTROMEO: I’m impressed that you even remember. It’s been over a month since we chatted.
DELTADREAM: Or longer. I very rarely come on-line anymore. But I remember the conversation because you don’t often find intelligent life-forms on the information superhighway.
DLASTROMEO: I guess that’s true. So how is Mr. Wonderful?
DELTADREAM: Jeez. Was I that bad? You sound like my best friend. She says that all the time. He’s fine. Actually I can’t chat too long tonight because he should be calling in about 45 mins.
DLASTROMEO: I’ll keep that in mind. So what do you do when you are not surfing the Internet and chatting with Romeos?
DELTADREAM: I work for a large corporation.
DLASTROMEO: How nice. Do you enjoy it?
DELTADREAM: It pays the bills.
Betty had heard about guys who used the Internet in search of women with deep pockets and deeper holes in their heads than in their hearts, so she decided not to tell him exactly what she did.
DLASTROMEO: So what do you do for enjoyment?
DELTADREAM: Enjoyment? What’s that? I read.
DLASTROMEO: No free time, huh? I can relate. Favorite authors?
DELTADREAM: Favorite? Now that’s a tough one. One of my favorites is Ntozake Sharige and of course my girl Zora. Although I enjoy commercial stuff like Grisham and McMillan as well.
DLASTROMEO: At one time I never read fiction. I was always too busy. But mostly I read stuff like “Why Should White Guys Have All the Fun” by Reginald Lewis, “The Art of War,” Sun Tzu, and “What Makes the Great Great,” by this guy whose name escapes me.
DELTADREAM: Dennis Kimbro, the brother is deep. I read him and Iyanla every morning.
DLASTROMEO: You read books like those also?
DELTADREAM: Yeah I’m a nerd. I just read, read, and read.
DLASTROMEO: You sound like my girlfriend.
DELTADREAM: Is this someone you have met since we last chatted?
DLASTROMEO: Well actually no. I’m still not used to saying late girlfriend.
DELTADREAM: I’m sorry to hear that. I remember you telling me about her before. Cancer took her if I am not mistaken. Right?
DLASTROMEO: Yes, it was cancer and it was quick.
DELTADREAM: Well I guess we must be thankful for small things. At least it was quick so she didn’t suffer.
DLASTROMEO: Yeah I’ ve heard that and trust me I’ve looked for the sil
ver lining. But I don’t think that’s it. I’m glad she didn’t suffer, but I think we needed to bring closure to a number of things and we were never given that opportunity because it happened so fast. One day she was diagnosed and we learned that sometimes the word positive was not always a good thing. And then they said the word we wanted to hear so badly. Remission. Then a few months later we learned a new word. Metastasize. And then she was gone.
DELTADREAM: So it spread quickly?
DLASTROMEO: I think we just found out about it too late to do anything. Want to know how she told me? She said she had an illness and from the way she said it I knew it was serious. So I asked what it was and was there a cure. And then she said with a tear, which was the first of many, cancer . . . and death.
DELTADREAM: It must have been tough for you guys.
DLASTROMEO: She was a hell of a lady. But yes it was tough. I had never known anyone with the disease or even someone who was chronically ill. I never knew how the chemotherapy would physically change her body to the point where sweets were no longer sweet and steaks tasted bitter. In the bedroom we had problems from the very first day and I think it was because she wanted to please me but felt guilty that she may not be able to. But we just substituted cuddling for that. I was never a cuddler before her but just holding her close sometimes felt better than going all the way. (I can’t believe I am telling you all of this.) We would go for X-rays and they would put these red and blue marks on her forehead and shave what little hair the chemo had not taken out. Then she would go to work wearing sun hats. I didn’t want her to work but she needed that in her life. The medication would leave her physically exhausted at times. I used to drive by her house in the mornings just to help her get dressed for work. But so much had been taken away from her that she needed one aspect of her life to look and feel almost normal. Then one day she overheard a couple of her co-workers, one supposedly her friend, say they didn’t know why she continued to come to work looking like that. After that, Felicia never confronted her friend and she never went back to work again.
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