She slowly rises to her feet, glaring at the front door. Undiluted indignation fills her being. She wants nothing more than to lock the door and keep him out, forever. Her mind replays an image of the girls leaving the night before. She rushes over to the phone to check the caller ID, recognizes Fumiko’s number and hits redial.
“Delores, how are you?”
“I am…well, you know, I’m fine.” She figures it is best to lie.
“I just want to let you know. The girls spent the night here, and left early this morning to catch their train for Florida.” Fumiko hopes it will help ease her mind.
“Yes, thank you, Jesus. How is Promise?”
“Promise, well, we…we, ah, did the best we could bandaging her wounds, she’s maintaining. We tried to get her to stay with us, but she seems more concerned about your safety, and ours.”
“She’s too young for all this responsibility. Should be enjoying the fact she will be graduating early, gosh, in just a few short months.”
“I know, but at least now she will be alive to enjoy life without fear of her father.” Fumiko tries to comfort by finding the silver lining.
“I don’t think we will ever escape the fear and pain he has inflicted upon us until he’s either in prison or…”
“Say no more, I know you’re going through a lot, just hang in there.”
“Well, I’m sorry and glad they came to you. I just don’t want to get your family involved in this mess.”
“It’s fine; we love Promise and Prudence, and hate the fact they have to travel alone.” Fumiko’s mind drifts to the girls.
“So do I, but I was sure he killed her last night.” Delores is stifling her sobs.
“What about you? What’s going to happen?”
“I just need to know my girls will make it.”
“Delores, your girls need you.”
“Fumiko, please promise me if anything should go wrong, you will look after my girls. I mean, it shouldn’t, and I’ll be sending my sister money each week; it’s not much, but something.”
“Nothing will happen, but just so you know, we will never turn our backs or close our doors to the girls.” Fumiko is earnest.
“Thank you, Fumiko. I’m so glad they have you and your family.”
Fumiko can feel the persistent stare of her son’s eyes on her back. She smiles as she turns to face him. Nodding toward him, she lets him know she will speak with him, shortly. “You have nothing to worry about. God bless, and please keep in touch so I can let Promise know you are okay.” She is preparing to end the call with Delores. They say their good-byes and hang up.
Kenji feels somewhat eased by his mother’s welcoming smile. She takes a seat on the couch and pats the cushion beside her, motioning for him to take a seat. Slipping her phone into her pocket, she observes her son’s somewhat uncomfortable energy shift as he approaches her.
“What’s bothering you, Son?” She questions him in Japanese.
“I’m worried about Promise.”
“She will be fine. Things are just stressful, right now, because of the situation, and they need to be as far away from here as possible. You do understand, Sweetie?”
“I know, young lovers, they want to breathe one another’s air all day long.” She giggles. “Don’t worry, if it’s meant to be, it will be.”
Kenji wants so badly to tell his mother the truth. “No, Mom, I…”
“Kenji, we will see her in a few months, and you will see everything is fine.”