Grievous Sin. Faye Kellerman

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      Immediately, he regretted the false words. He had to tell her. He couldn’t let her think she was the same as before, only to have her psyche destroyed later on. She’d never forgive him. As much as he dreaded the task, he knew he had to confess. He forced himself to look in her eyes. They’d become deep blue pools.

      “I love you, baby.”

      “What is it, Peter?”

      He kissed her hand again, then whispered, “Rina, you had a hysterectomy. That’s the reason you’re not bleeding normally.”

      She didn’t react.

      After some false starts, he finally found his voice. “Rina, we have a lovely, lovely family. A beautiful new baby … a real gift from God. We have to remember that.”

      She said nothing, her eyes resting blankly on his face.

      “I know how you must feel … no, I don’t know how you feel. I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

      He kissed her hand again.

      “Rina, the truth is, I’m an old man. I mean, who wants to be playing sandlot ball when you’re fifty, right?”

      Her expression reflected his stupidity. He knew he should just shut up, but the jitters kept his vocal cords humming overtime.

      “I know how you feel about kids, honey. And I love kids, too. We’ve got to look at it this way. We have three beautiful, healthy children; I’ve got a nearly grown daughter. Babies are wonderful, but it’s nice when the kids grow up and are big—on their own. Give us a little special time … we haven’t had a lot of that, you know?”

      Nothing.

      “Rina, four kids can be a real stretch on the pocketbook. Private schools, then college. Man, I can’t believe what it cost to send Cindy through one year of Columbia …”

      He was babbling. But it didn’t matter, because none of his words were really registering with her.

      “Honey, I know it’s hard to have perspective. But … but try to think about how blessed we are to have a beautiful, healthy baby daughter—”

      “Peter, I’m only thirty years old!”

      And then came the tears, the sadness so pure and honest it mercifully muzzled his moronic ramblings. He brought her face against his chest, and she sobbed on his shoulder.

      “It stinks, Rina,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so, so sorry!”

      The information was too devastating to handle consciously. Eventually, she cried herself to sleep.

      Holding his daughter, Decker felt comforted. There really was something to be grateful for. If only Rina could hold Hannah. He knew the contact—the bonding—would lift her spirits.

      The baby slept as he rocked her—a perfumed package tucked in the crook of his arm. Decker kissed her forehead through his mask, his coffee-laced breath recirculating through his lungs. It wasn’t unpleasant—beat the early-morning sourness in his stomach. Rabbi Schulman had come as soon as he called. He was with Rina now, watching her sleep, giving Decker a chance to see his daughter without worrying about his wife.

      Decker hadn’t out-and-out told the rabbi what had happened to Rina, but the old man had figured it out by what wasn’t being said. Decker felt bad discussing Rina without her consent, but he made a judgment call, hoping it was the correct decision. In the past, the old man had always been a source of comfort for both of them.

      Cindy pulled up a chair beside him. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

      Decker smiled under his mask. “I only make beautiful girls.”

      Cindy gave a soft laugh. “You look … serene, Daddy.”

      “Babies do that to you. Brings back lots of memories of when you were born, kid. It was hot and muggy, and I remember thinking your mom was going to dehydrate if I didn’t get her to the hospital. I can’t believe that was nineteen years ago. Where does the time go?” Decker chuckled. “That’s swell. Now I’m sounding like an old geezer. Stop me before I become my father.”

      Cindy laughed. Decker looked at his elder daughter’s face, at the dark circles under her eyes.

      “You didn’t go home last night, did you?”

      “I fell asleep. I rested.”

      “Go home, princess. Rabbi Schulman is with Rina. I’ll wait for Rina’s parents to take a shift.”

      “They just arrived with the boys not more than five minutes ago. They’re waiting to see the baby. You should put Hannah in the layette so Nurse Simms can wheel her into the window area.”

      “Oh, sure.” Decker stood, then settled the sleeping infant in her cart. He draped an arm around Cindy. “Did you ask Mrs. Elias if she’d stay with Hannah?”

      “Yeah. She said she’d be delighted.” Cindy lowered her head. “Guess I’m not needed anymore.”

      “Princess, you’ve been an enormous help these last eighteen hours. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

      “If you want, I’ll come back after Mrs. Elias leaves.”

      “Yes, I’d like you to very much. You and Nurse Bellson work things out?”

      “Not really. She still hates me. I can’t figure out why.”

      “Don’t bother. It’s her problem, not yours.”

      Cindy smiled, but she was clearly troubled.

      “What’s wrong?” Decker asked.

      “Daddy, did you know that Nurse Bellson pulls double shifts an average of twice a week?”

      “Where’d you find this out?”

      “Darlene. Doesn’t it sound like she’s overinvolved with the babies?”

      “Sounds to me like Darlene shouldn’t be gossiping with you.”

      “Darlene didn’t say she thought Marie was overinvolved. That’s my observation. And it’s not just the babies, it’s the mothers, too. I happened to overhear her lecture this teenaged mom on how to care for her baby. She was very bossy. ‘Do this, don’t do that.’ And then you know what she did?”

      “No. Why don’t you tell me?”

      Cindy smiled. “She asked a couple of moms to pray to Jesus with her. Don’t you think that’s completely inappropriate?”

      Decker was quiet, taking in Cindy’s words. “Yes, as a matter of fact, it is.”

      “I think we should say something to her boss.”

      Decker exhaled forcefully. “Cindy, while I appreciate your sense of propriety—”

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