Early next morning, I picked up the phone and called Cororon to see what’s been going on after I left. Then, I got a better idea: to call her over so she can give me the details.
Cor came around as soon as possible.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you. what exactly happened after I left. I’ve heard that guy, Michael saying something about taking the baby and I was worried.”
“He didn’t take the baby. My boyfriend, Kain wouldn’t let that happen. He loves Sadie as much as I do and if someone were to touch her, it would result in a big fight. He’s got a belt in the Martial Arts. No matter what happens, he doesn’t care for the law. He’d do anything to protect us. He’s a real sweetie.”
“Still, I find it weird that they asked you for 1000 bucks, when you struggle so hard and when you could actually use those to raise your kid. It’s wrong.”
“We sold our house and all the stuff in it went to the consignment shop. Hopefully, our income from there can be useful. I really hope that somebody is going to buy things worth 500 till the end of the week. Or else…”
“Don’t worry about it. I can give you 1000 bucks.”
“But I don’t want to borrow money. I’m not sure when I’m going to return it.” sighed Cor.
“You don’t need to return them. I earn quite a lot from my paintings and I can give you this sum weekly.”
“Thank you. You’re a sweetie.”
We decided to go upstairs and have some fun with the dartboard, while we continued chatting.
Cor kept feeling sorry to be a bother, but I kept re-assuring her that it’s okay, because I earn way more than I need and she is the one who needs those money.
It started to get quite dark outside and I got a phone call. It was Kain, asking me if Cor is still at my place. I told him that she is and I can give her a lift later if it’s not an emergency.
Cor agreed to leave then.
“Kain has probably got tired of changing diapers all day.” she said. “I need to go help him. Sadie needs her mommy after all.”
“Sounds about right.”
“Thank you again. Thanks to you, I can hold Sadie without the fear of losing her, for one more month.”
Then she left, after we threw each other a peace sign.
The flowers that Michael gave me had to go. I should have thrown them away in the first garbage can I saw, instead of taking them home.
Then went and continued my painting. I needed to take it to the store next day.
Then I took a break to surf the web. I needed to find some information on Michael Dusty, who he is, if he’s really a social worker or if he’s a crook.
I didn’t find anything on him, unfortunately. His name wasn’t on any of the Criminal files and the Social Service site didn’t have a list with its employees.
I needed to dig deeper…