Star-crossed lovers...the wealthy quarterback and his pregnant girlfriend. Bett, a minor relinquishes her baby for adoption. The father questioned paternity, and her grandmother railroaded her. How does the father have the chutzpah to question her, is beyond me.
Despite the trauma in her life, she goes on to launch an incredible singing career…missing a vital piece from her life.
“You’re right. Your grandmother made the Wicked Witch look like the tooth fairy.” Gigi was the only subject on which Betts and her mother had ever agreed. Gigi—Irma Cherie Dittmeyer—the devil disguised as a Southern Baptist. She’d spent most of her life thumping her Bible so loudly she gave Jesus a headache.
Any love she’d had for her grandmother died sixteen years ago on May 25th at exactly 3:32 p.m. The moment she gave her baby up for adoption. Sixteen years later, at her grandmother’s behest, she stages a revelation - the whereabouts of her son. He’s with the boy’s father, Gabe, the same Gabe that questioned paternity.
“The funeral needs to run on time.”
“Why? Has Gigi got someplace to be?”
“Yep. The lab techs from LSU should be here around one or one fifteen.”
“Do I want to know why LSU lab techs are coming?”
“I donated her body to science. Maybe they can figure out what was wrong with her.”
(Admittedly, this was a funny reply).
The same cowardly Gabe, who never defended her to his father but slunk away like a coward, believing his father bankrolled Betts career. The same career he is convinced was launched because of her friendship with Lucky’s husband. “Ricky Strickland was a hell of a musician. So that’s how Betts had gotten her break in the music business. She’d used her friend’s husband. Using people, that’s what she did best. The mad was working its way back”.
“Yeah, but he was a shitty husband.” Betts said.
Not once did he credit her with earning the accolades.
(Her mother, Mama Cherie, was a bartender and the owner had a brother who was a talent scout for a Christian music label. She got her an audition).
Betts was equally happy to bury her head in the sand, rather than demanding answers, such as the terms of Tom’s original adoption, Gabe didn’t seem inclined to believe that she had no idea where or with whom Tom had been placed.
If anyone has a right to feel resentment, it’s Bett, Gabe was a coward. He lacked character, if we were assigning blame, Bett would be blameless. He caused her such heartache yet years later she isn’t resentful, merely thankful for any access to Tom.
Gabe and his father shunned her, questioning the baby’s paternity.
“That scar. I mean, I saw it the other night, but I didn’t realize it was so big…it looks like they cut you in half. Were you sick? Was it cancer? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. It’s from my C-section. Tom was a big baby. I’m a small person. After thirty-something hours of labor, they cut me open.”
***
Gabe’s breath caught in his throat.
“It’s not straight.” Having Tom had hurt her. Jesus Christ, they’d cut her in half. It must have been unbelievably painful.
“Sorry. The free clinic did the best they could. I couldn’t exactly afford the best.”
“Free clinic? What happened to the money?”
“What money?”
“The money my father gave you the night you, um…walked to our house—”
“You mean the night Gigi kicked me out in the rain and you let your father call me a whore—”
“She kicked you out? Now I understand about the money. I’m glad my father wrote you that check.”
“I tore it up and scattered the pieces all over your front yard. I wouldn’t take a dime from that son of a bitch.”
Had she really torn up the check? That explained the free clinic. After she left, he’d proceeded to drink himself into oblivion. It was as good as an apology. (She doesn’t owe him an apology). He betrayed her.
The only person in the world who hadn’t been afraid of Peyton Swanson was Betts. Gabe was weak. He’d sent her away, alone and pregnant. Was there an explanation that made that okay?
“That night, my father said some pretty bad things—”
The reference of an engagement remains unaddressed as does the reason he questioned paternity.
That horrible night, she’d come to the house sopping wet and alone to tell the man she loved that she was going to have his baby, and he’d thrown her to the wolves.
The only woman he’d ever truly loved would hate him forever, because what he’d done was unforgivable. All these years, he’d justified his behavior because he’d been saving his mother. Now, he could no longer cling to that lie. Betts had made some mistakes—she wasn’t blameless—but he’d forced her into the situation by not standing by her.
“Every child should know both his parents—”
“Yes, but should both parents know their child?”
“He’s been here all this time and you chose now? Why?”
“I had no idea where he was or even his name. The last time I saw him, he weighed seven and a half pounds.” She was all innocence.
Gigi had made it clear to him that Betts wanted nothing to do with Tom. “So what do you want from him?”
“To get to know him, to be in his life. I’m his mother. I have a right.”
“You gave birth to him, and you gave him away. You are not his mother.” (AND YOU QUESTIONED HIS PATERNITY).
“I was sixteen; it wasn’t my choice.”
“You gave birth to him. How was it not your choice?”
“I was a minor. Gigi took care of everything. She told me that I didn’t have a choice.”
“Until a couple of days ago, I had no idea where my baby boy was. I got a letter from Gigi’s estate telling me he was here, so I got in the car and drove. I didn’t stop until my car ran off the road. How did you come to have him?” (Gigi didn’t want her to keep him, yet Gigi withheld that she’d formed a relationship with him; she accepted money in exchange for the baby then acted sanctimonious). Gigi had no redeeming qualities, in my opinion.
“I was tired and in so much pain….Gigi said he’d have a better life. She showed up—I don’t know how she found me—and called me selfish for wanting to keep him. She had it all worked out. Gigi told me that because I was a minor, I didn’t have a say in what happened to my baby. I didn’t know that was a lie and everything she did was illegal until it was too late.”
“Thank God it wasn’t legal or I wouldn’t have been able to get Tom back from the Snyders so easily.”
“What about the money?”
“What money? I told you I tore up your daddy’s check—”
“No, the fifty thousand the Snyders paid for Tom.” He was hurting her, but Gabe didn’t want any past secrets between them. Not anymore.
“I don’t know…money for Tom. Are you telling me that the couple who adopted him paid money?”
“When my mother died, she left me a letter in her safety deposit box telling me about Tom. A day later, I found him living in Longview with Deek Synder.”
“I don’t understand. Gigi said that Tom would have a mother and a father”.
“Margot Snyder died. She had some mental health issues and couldn’t handle motherhood. She committed suicide—”
“She did it in her car in some parking lot—”
“But the dad—Deek—was good to Tom, right?”
“I don’t think there was any abuse, but neglect was an issue. When I found Tom, he was locked in his room. Tom was two. Deek was more than happy to give Tom up.”
“Be gentle with him. His life hasn’t been easy…especially before I tracked him down and adopted him. He knows I’m his biological father, but I’d prefer he never finds out the details of his first…home.”
“I don’t understand.” Evasively he responds:
“I’ll agree to let you see Tom on one condition: under no circumstances can you tell him that you’re his mother. He’s been through enough, and I won’t have him hurt again. Agreed?”
He commands her to be nothing but a friend to her son.
The interaction between Betts and her mother is priceless.
“Small-busted women have big hearts. And large-busted women break hearts. Back to The Double D. I think it’s a perfect name. Your brand could be two triangles like a bra with the letter D in the middle of each.”
“I’m thinking about going into clothing design.”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? The over-fifty stripper demographic is a pretty niche market. Think about it. When your nipple rings get caught in your belly button ring, it’s time to hang up your hooker heels.”
“I beg your pardon, my nipples are in exactly the same place they were when I graduated from high school twenty years ago.” Mama adjusted the girls for emphasis.
“That would make you thirty-eight…so you had me when you were six?”
“Miracles happen everyday.” Mama reached into the back seat and pulled out a gas-powered chainsaw and a small red plastic gas can.
“So do lies.” Betts said.
Mama stuck out her tongue and then said, “Wine’s in the trunk.”
“Check your grandmother’s trunk. She always had a length of heavy-duty chain, some duct tape, and wire snips in her trunk.” Mama nodded to the Mustang.
“Jesus, why?” Using the car key, Betts popped open the trunk, and sure enough, there was a length of chain, three rolls of duct tape, and some bolt cutters.
“My guess, it was her murder kit. I always thought she was the real Son of Sam,” Mama said.
“You also thought she was the Unibomber”.
“Go put on some clothes.” Mama glanced at Betts’s peach satin robe. “That’d be enough for me, but you’re too inhibited to pull it off in public.”
“You mean morally conscious, tasteful, and classy.”
“Sticks and stones.”
“I can see your butt crack. There’s a hooker somewhere missing her clothes.”
“That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me in years.”
Kaitlin and Tom thinks she’s pregnant, they get Mama Cherie to pick them up.
“You didn’t buy those pregnancy tests at Bobcat Drug, did you?”
“Sure, why?”
“Are you kidding? They’ll know they’re for me. Mr. Salomen, the pharmacist, plays golf with my daddy every Saturday morning.”
Mama patted Kaitlin on the shoulder. “Honey Bee, don’t worry. I’ve been buying my pregnancy tests at Bobcat Drug since I was sixteen. Trust me. The gossip mill doesn’t have time to worry about you now that I’m back in town. And to add some extra grist, I had my estrogen replacement medication refilled while I strolled the pregnancy test aisle. Keeps them guessing.”
Mama upended the bag, and a mountain of pregnancy tests spilled out.
“Now, I got enough for everyone, so don’t fight…”
“These aren’t party favors.” Betts stared at her mother.
“I didn’t want Kaitlin to feel uncomfortable, so I got three different kinds for each of us.”
Mama grabbed three boxes and handed them to Betts. “You first, then Kaitlin, then me. It’s like an all-girl pregnancy party.”
“I’m not pregnant, and you don’t have a uterus.”
“Jesus, you’re no fun. How in the hell did I raise such a rule follower?”
“Here, I guess you’re goin’ it alone.”
Mama (Cherie) is an absolute riot.
“I can’t believe I’m a grandmother at the age of forty. That’s got to be a record.”
“No, the record is you having me at the age of seven,” Betts called after her mother.
With the support of her colourful brand of best friends Charlie (Charlotte Guidry) and Lucky (Buckley St. James), The other Marilyns and the encouragement of her eccentric Mum, she fights for the opportunity to get to know her son.