FORSAKEN AND BETAKEN
by Catherine C. Straub
Give thanks to the Lord for he is
good; his love is everlasting.
— Psalm 107:1
The hourglass of time sand settles down showing how
infallible we are.
Amidst thundering rain or hail storm warnings, the female
occupants (of two houses planned to venture out celebrating — prepared to go
“Well, do you ‘ever look spiffy’ my girl,” Marcy
teased — impatiently waiting in the car, honking the horn. She felt a bit
tired running around two hours prior to the dance? Tonight they’d have a
delicious dinner, sick of donated funeral food.
Beth amazed being home, rushed about feeling lonely…
“I might as well see ‘what a dance is like’ if Aunt Gen and I enter
the convent. She’d still play bingo.” Marcy gawked… at Beth. She wondered
if Aunt Gen was just humoring her… she held in her laugh. Beth continued.
“I’m ‘happy to be home’ Mother,” she felt like sobbing.” It had to be — the
change coming back, ‘after the traumatic event’ leaving here, or the
“Darling — now ‘whatever is the matter,’ she peered closely at her,
are you feeling okay?” She pulled into the diner parking lot — and held her.
She sobbed, and Marcy patted her slim back.
“Sweetie… blots your face. I’ll come in the rest room with you;
don’t worry about the others. Emmy wants to see you.” Beth turned to her,
hearing all the consideration — but it still didn’t help — living away. She
blotted her face with cold water around her eyes and examined her mother….
“It’s the move — and Aunt Gen is always busy with her affairs.”
“You should ‘consider.’ It was only a suggestion — after
what occurred that day with pushy Kieran. Moreover that darn man was
so oriented to wrong. They must take after their dad.” Marcy took her arm,
as they left the car. “Let’s go inside and get nourished. Do you ever get
the right nutrition?” She put her arm around her waist, and they walked to
the table. The other two could tell matters were “touchy.”
“I want to hear your ‘whole affair’ with Mitchell,” Beth sat next to
Emmy, leaned, and murmured, like (they were alone) in the tree house. She
always liked Beth, considering each other sisters plus friends.
“We ‘only ordered’ drinks and finger food. Try a cheese stick,” Flo
said; biting into one. The waitress hovered near by… Strenuous, they gave
their order, so they could converse more freely….
Emmy whispered in confidence… “None of my classmates have matured,
and I feel like I’m in a class with babies.” Flo slyly eyed her… What was
bothering her, more likely her education? “Aunt Flo, how could I work out
my ‘extra studies’ to graduate when I ought to?” Flo pondered the idea,
what could happen? She should be a 10th grader.
“I’ll speak to the principal. I rather assume you’d use your
summer free time.
That doesn’t seem enough time? Don’t worry about it. You may have to
attend another class on break, do you study two a day?” Brother! She must
be a genius.
At different intervals dining that evening, Emmy and Beth noticed
this male teen at another table — staring their way. Giggling, she nudged
Emmy. He was tall, trim and handsome with blonde, short cut curly hair, a
Roman nose, and baby blue eyes. They watched him stand and near their
table, staring at Beth. He introduced himself as: Valery Warren Wilds the
111 from Chicago, Illinois. He caused an eruption at the table; demanding
his way likes the wealthy do.
“We’re the Steward and Nelson families. We’re happy to meet you
Valery!” The older women shook his hand, “won’t you have a soda drink with
“Ah — my folks are just partaking of dessert. I accept your offer with
a Pepsi regular?” His eyes fell on Beth, and she gazed into his. She never
imagined she would meet a young man interested in her, just for herself.
Here she was in tears not long ago, and now she met Valery from her
“What area is you from,” Flo asked.
“We’re located in the ‘northern part’ of Chicago on North Saint
Clair Street. We decided to get out of the area tonight to another
“I’m attending high school ‘in the north.’ Tonight I’m with my
family and all of us are going to a lounge dance, near here, at
eight thirty. Would you like to meet us there?” She beamed brightly.
Showing his pearl white teeth. “We both left to come or leave
“Go see what the elders feel? The music is: the Big Band style?”
He stood — sure of himself, with his family rank, and wanting to see
Beth. He approached his father, mother, and Grandmother, on his mother’s
“Valery did you meet the young lady, you wanted?” His grandmother engrossed, asked.
“Grand mere, yes, they’re going to a varied lounge at
eight thirty located near by. We’re invited to come… to hear (they termed
it) the Big Band Sounds.”
“I would love to go, Grand mere stated — peering at her son’s sour
expression. Claret, You and Vestina make an enchanting ballroom couple,
why the scowl, they are people too — humor me, I’d like to hear the
orchestra?” Valery kissed his favorite Grandmother, when she leaned her
cheek. The favors, she did for him, were numerous. He accepted his
father’s nod — walked back to the table, and sat.
The food was delivered, so being Valery dined, he pushed closer to
Beth. She was in heaven with his smiling face. She was thankful; she said
a prayer. Flo gaped at the newcomer, and his diverse financial rank. He
must take after his grandmother. She never met the rest of them, but they
could not be jewels on earth with their rich status. She felt dubious for
some unexplained reason, why she mistrusted the man. He seemed kind,
and like Job, and look at that.
Marcy noticed the same thing? Could he be the answer to prayers on
earth or torture for the family? For what company, living in a weird
place. Now Beth, probably, wanted her to stay up north. Marcy was not for
Eight thirty arrived and they went to their cars. The nightclub
located in the next block excelled in fine dance and drink? Beth was still
in a daze, but came out of it fast when her mother spoke: “A man not a
woman isn’t ‘the same’ as a guardian. I demand, you to stay here?” She
stared at her daughter’s rebellious face.
Flo watched the scene… What a fluke coming out. Youths, she thought —
feeling alone in another place: being tested. She was
ridiculous grabbing on to anyone. Marcy barely held in her words,
how quickly Beth fell for a stranger. Another disaster, she was sure, but
what could she do?
“I doubt he goes to the high school, Mother. She saw her expression
change? I will find out? I hate to ‘return here’ with Kieran’s women.”
They arrived with unsolved decisions. “We will talk it over later?”
Emmy was stunned “what occurred,” and irate Beth ignored her. They entered
the lounge with lanterns lit on the wall. The other family did not sit
with them, but near enough for Beth and Valery revolving back and forth
with both relatives.
Dubious Mitchell entered the lounge peering around — spotting Emmy.
He moved toward her… noticing a strange boy by Beth. He soon found out
his name, and made a note to himself, to check him out? He sat down next
to Emmy and introduced himself, and he did the same. He seemed
nice, but he probably was a pusher of sex at least? He assumed; Beth was
the same age as Emmy and Joyce.
When they took the floor, eyes fell on Valerie’s parents with
their statute and bearings. Vestina stared at the group inviting them to
this affair. She noticed a better postured man with them. She supposed,
maybe it was okay to fraternize, but she could not move with her husband.
She believed his mother would, and mark her words; she stood and using her
cane walked over to their table.
Flo and Marcy — stared at the elder woman — casually strolling their
way? She stood in front of the table in all her grandeur. “I’m here
to thank you for inviting us. My stubborn backward son in law will
not budge, but I will sit for a while if my aching bones will take it.”
Valerie beamed, the occupants introduced themselves. Marcy changed seats
with Flo, and bent an ear… toward the grandmother. “You see Madam? What
age is Valery? These teens ‘generally get involved too early’ anymore?”
She crossed her fingers at least; she was a wise woman. But did she ever
refuse her charming grandson. Females are the gender that gets caught?”
“I recognize what you’re indicating.” She tried speaking over the
“Valery is now a junior, and only one year to complete his high
school education? They don’t send him to a special school for reasons
concerning business practice. I say — to be on the same level with others,”
Flo eyed Marcy — not blaming her; the way female matters where? Emmy
was in Mitchell’s arms moving around the floor. Her aspirations were to be
a housewife and mother (of the future) with a family. She didn’t care if
she worked out side the home if they could get by, if not with Eugene?
“Those parents of his probably consider Valerie’s kids
illegitimate spawn — and find a woman suited for him.” Marcy shouted at Beth
climbing in the car. “I called Aunt Gen tonight and we are driving there
“I wish you would not make so much of these men. I know; I’m only in
mid high school level, but these boys now days are different?”
“You are sure a baby, would be considered enough for them to
approve marriage for you two? That is the position; we women are in? He
isn’t even eighteen, but I bet; he had many teens.”
“How can ‘you feel’ that way, Mother? Look how your husbands
That matter’s a sore point — boys and men are trouble
Emmy rode home with Mitchell. Marcy was traveling back north.
“Mitchell does you think, she’s in danger, he’s not a
“Let’s ride to the station. I’ll check it out if he has a rap sheet?
He did seem commanding, and she has two years (at least) of school?” She nodded.
He pulled in back of the station.
In a few minutes, he handed her the news. The sheet listed:
minor crimes: messing with drugs, various complaints from parents of girls, he
“I’ll take you home and maybe you can catch Beth and tell her?”
Marcy answered Aunt Gen’s phone. “Emmy, what is it; he has a
rap sheet for passing illegal drugs and parent’s complaints fooling with
young girls. Oh God, why my daughter,” she sank in a chair. The
irate daughter moved in the room.
“What is it?” Her mother hung up the phone? Beth glared at her.
Nothing went well after Marcy stated her feelings — subsequent
to Emmy’s call. Aunt Gen convinced them to leave. Outside in the dark,
they reluctantly descended the steps of Aunt Gen’s house, slamming the
door of the car, feeling barmy.
Loosing the Lotto goes similar to strumming the sad “strings of
our hearts.” The harms, we experience in life. Accepting a windfall of
cash makes you feel exhilarated, not down in the dumps like teenagers do.
“Before I had her believing, she’s coming back to be with us. I
should have kept her at home — in the first place, and given her my love. Look
how, she talked to me, like ‘she belonged’ to that family.”
“Come on Marcy let’s say our prayers.” She took her hand, and they
bowed their heads….
“Now next: let’s try to get sleep? I can’t believe she dumped you.
That says; she’s really a seditious and quandary daughter. It reminds me
of being mutinous. You thought she’s good. Here she dated in tenth grade.
They’re ‘two of a kind’?”
In Lincoln Park, Chicago, during the night rain hit all sections of
the area. As usual spring over flowing water brings flooding worries.
Flo’s house occupants collected umbrellas for the walk to school.
Marcy ordered her boys to take rain coverage. Carl and Thomas left
obeying, ready to hop, skip, and jump, to meet the other teens on the way
to class. Emmy rushed along with the others usually next to Joyce. She
must keep up with classes, no extra time allowed for study halls to learn
the next grade.
On Sunday Flo and Marcy awoke two hours behind, but made it to
Mitchell was feeling great. She would make a good young mother
for his children. She was the element of his dreams. Flo and Marcy arrived
to see him.
“What can I do for you ladies today?” He smiled, broadly at them!
“Other then my late husband taking our dog Cherie and dumping her, I
require the prosecutors home address, because I can not take it if evil
Eugene gets off. In addition, it was what Kieran wanted, so he could plan
his own revenge. I must try everything to keep him locked up?” Marcy had forgotten the loss of
“Quickly… I need you to call a counselor about my relationship with
my daughter. It seems to be spiraling ‘out of my control’ happening the
That’s when she met that rich kid. Add when Emmy called with his
criminal record?” Mitchell eyed them as they spoke it seemed they met up
with “a bomber of a situation” a rich kid out for his own wants.
Mitchell and Emmy had a good lead where Cherie was taken. It seemed her
rogue expired husband hid her in a back room at work.
“I was floored… when she came in the room! I gave her an example of
his doings. A good question: did he really fall in love? I bet he
met her at school today. Aunt Gen had bought her a phone of her own. I
have been the biggest fool sending her away?” Marcy was down as she could be, and he sensed it?”
“At times, teenagers are ‘hard to phantom?’ Emmy seems more mature,
Flo said probably, because of her life. Glory Be, what she endured — to
“I’ll make a call right now to a lady, I know, and see if she can
work magic for you? You’ll require a prosecuting attorney. Eugene did
plot, but it must be proved.
“The ‘neighbor kids’ and yours surely know; he pulled vice. Will
they help in the right way? Did they say or indicate they’d be off
“God no, what are ‘we women’ supposed to be? Can’t you do anything?”
“Now women try to ‘be strong in adversity,’ so Beth sees the ‘right
path.’ Flo you get your situation worked out? Eugene should pay for his
crime. We’ll get it worked out; you don’t need it for sure?” Flo stood
feeling better! He had a working effect on woman and all for the good?
Marcy still felt shaken with her daughter’s attitude, and turned to see
him smile? He walked around the desk and put his arms around the both of
them. “Try not to let these matters govern your life because on earth,
problems always happen?” He jested with them, and they let him know he was
After the Chief of Police called the prosecutor and counselor, the
women went home with the assurance, Marcy’s appointments early in the
afternoon. Flo spoke to the prosecutor in the office. He offered: “The two
boys are due to leave school to testify?”
“Let’s partake of coffee and breakfast at home. What do you say
They got in the car and sat a few minutes… considering…?
“I’ll fix breakfast,” Marcy said. When did Cherie disappear?
Satisfied she turned to her. Come to my house, we are running late today?
“I just can’t believe my only daughter is a problem?”
“We heard his rap sheet.” “I didn’t notice Cherie vanished. Mitchell
thinks he knows were she is… to return her. I’m waiting …
“You’re kidding. You were ready to bring Beth home before you heard
“Come into my dungeon. You will never savor as good a breakfast. Our
work is sure cut out for us?”
“I’ll attend the doctor with you, and wait around….”
Marcy with Flo at her side — reclined in front of the counselor
relating her story.
“My recommendation for now is: not to instruct her or open you mouth
even if you two had trouble with men? It looks like she did too? It won’t
help your relationship (with her) if her feelings are engaged for this
kid. Say you force the issue to leave him, you loose out. You put her into
the aunt’s hands. I’m sorry that matters worked out worse because you
dined out that night?
“I thought I had a good daughter not a defiant one. I still have
problems accepting it. I will behave. He even has a rap sheet with the
“Those rich boys aren’t usually raised right, but he isn’t the
worst, I heard? She already was a typical proto type high school girl with
a boyfriend, or wants a more serious attachment. Can you make it in a week
to see me?” Marcy nodded.
Outside the weather wanted to warm up. Flo imagined like birds Emmy
and her flying from house, to house — peeking in windows to see if her
brother was around. Emmy’s mother and father treated her like
porcelain china. It was a good thing she toughened up — a week passed and
they never returned.
“We have talked so much let’s eat at my house now?” She pulled in
Mitchell picked Emmy up at school, and she was surprised.
“First: I found Cherie and let’s get her, and return her.” “I thought
maybe you, wanted to meet my parents that live nearer to the city.”
“Of course, I always wanted to meet your parents, but I let it up to
you to ask? He kissed her for being what he wanted her to be. They’re
aware about your age. I think I could talk them in to standing up
for us to marry if you want to earlier than eighteen?” He stopped at Job’s
work place. In back found the malnourished dog. He handed the poor dog to
Emmy, embracing it….
“I can’t believe you just said my life wishes. Just so I
could finish school. I wouldn’t mind starting out younger… birthing children?” She beamed
at him; he was just what, the doctor ordered. She rushed in the
garage and to the leash. She yelled in the door. “Aunt Flo the dog is
back. He’s chained in the garage.”
Mitchell pulled in the driveway of a pure white two story house.
Emmy peered at his parents (both the same height) 5 foot 8 inches, short
necks, and squat bodies, the same height of 5 foot 8 inches, and brown
haired. Their dog, Margie, came out to meet them wagging her tail. “Mom,
dad, Margie meet my lovely fiancé, Emmy.” Emmy wondered how they had
Mitchell, so tall. She beamed, they seemed such a nice couple and it made
her miss her family? They noticed, “A cloud cover her face” for a minute,
and then she was her normal cheerful self.
“Come in for ‘an early dinner,’ and go ahead and call your aunt.
We don’t want her to worry?” Emmy listened to the woman, and followed
the others inside the two story house. She was shown where the phone was….
Flo was astonished; she went to his parents’ house, after they
dropped the dog off. The poor thing, so skinny, how could he be so cruel,
now gone for good. She’s more flabbergasted, the dog was returned. The
question was how to protect Cherie?
Why didn’t that brother Farth nourish the dog? Was he a monster
Emmy was working on her education, and it would be two years before
she moved up to her rightful class. Flo really loved that girl like her
own. It had been six years ago that haunting night time visit turning into
nightmares. That Job gave worse nightmares with his horrid actions making
her heart break.
Mr. and Mrs. Morrison wanted the best for their only son, amidst
four daughters. They loved this young girl that lost her family, and
decided to support them. That was if they urged to wed earlier than her
eighteenth birthday. She wanted to start a family sooner maybe due to
After a delicious meal, they prepared to leave. Emmy felt
elated — wishing her aunt was there, instead of these new relatives since
they wanted to set up the wedding date. They approached the rectory. “Let
us do the talking?” The elders spoke and they followed to the door….
One of the younger priests came to the door…. “How can I help you?”
“We are the father and mother of Mitchell, here. This is Emmy and
they want to get hitched. We will stand for them at her age? She would
like to start having a family and finish school….She lost her family and
the police don’t know what happened to her parents.” Emmy listened with a
stolid face and half an ear…. Her mind reverted to the priest, who was
talking… “Within a month and hurry and get those invites and necessary
items and promise to take Pre Cana instructions. How’s next Tuesday
evening at seven Pre Cana nights, October 18th at 10 in the morning for
the wedding?” He glanced at the calendar?
“Fine, and great news, said Mitchell and thank you Father Theodore!”
They strolled out of the rectory.
“We can find invites on the way back, and the next day we will fill
Joyce could be my Maid of Honor and one of your sisters a
Bridesmaid. Do we want more than two attendants on both sides?”
“Probably, I don’t care who we have in our wedding.” He drove away
from the house into a secret cove.… Emmy intended seeing Eugene that day.
Flo was waiting for her, and when she walked in the door, she
embraced her; she’d brought the dog inside, so tickled. How to hide her
was a big question. Flo felt time passed. “Tell me what happened? Are
you getting married soon?”
“We’ll work it out, so I can finish my education.”
“I’ve money for your high school and saved some for additional
Emmy stared at her with all the love she knew. She surely was
a rare jewel.
“Aunt Flo? You are too good to me,” she embraced her. “What do you
feel about Mitchell finding Cherie?”
“I’m delighted; the dog might have to be hid. We came home
with out Beth. I imagine she went to school today and met him. Marcy always thought
she was a good girl, not rebellious, trying to protect her, and look what
happened.” “The counselor advises not arguing with Beth if her feelings
are engaged for this kid.
“I haven’t seen Marcy since this afternoon. Emmy went to her
Flo hurried across the street. The door was open. “Marcy?” “Hey.
She pushed her arm, what’s up.”
Marcy gazed at the wall. “She called … and said we are
How ratty could kin or people be? The more she peered at
Marcy — the madder, she became. So livid, she stood and dialed her
Aunt Gen. She heard the phone picked up. “This is Marcy’s friend,
her mother’s in shock here. What is that brat up to? We need to
call the police to handle this matter?”
“God alive, I bought her the phone. I’m taking it away from her. I
have never seen her like this (from the time) when she met that convict.”
“A rich boy and you better not say anything now, but tomorrow have
the phone disconnected. Do you know anyone (in the law) that could watch
“I’ll see what I can work out, when I check if she went to sleep.
She is just using the phone to call him. It was meant to call her mother
Aunt Gen seeing her asleep, snatched the phone, and tiptoed out of
the room. Immediately, she called the police to pick up the rich boy,