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Date Posted: 23:50:08 08/10/03 Sun
Author: Wanda
Author Host/IP: 216.51.254.249
Subject: Second Generation - Part #29

PART #29
The next morning Lenore asked Lucia to take her out for some coffee. Lucia tried to beg off by telling her mother she really wanted to drive out to the Le Bleu plantation, and check on Boudreau. He hadn’t called her since he went home from the hospital, and she was becoming rather concerned about him. Lenore finally said, “Lucia, if you will go with me for coffee, I will ride out with you to see Boudreau. I would like to meet his mother, and visit with her.” Lucia found it difficult to believe what she had heard, for her mother rarely went anywhere to visit with people. When her mother told her she would go with her to the Le Bleu plantation, Lucia agreed to take her out for coffee.

Lucia thought her mother seemed very nervous on the drive to Anthony’s Bar and Grill. When Lenore said that was the place she wanted to go, Lucia felt that was strange in itself. She wondered how her mother even knew about Anthony’s Bar and Grill. She couldn’t imagine why her mother would choose such a place to go for a cup of coffee. She saw that Lenore seemed anxious, and she asked, “Mother, is there something wrong?” Her mother looked at her, and Lucia saw tears were dripping down her cheeks. She answered, “I will explain it to you later. Let’s just get to Anthony’s.” Lucia could not understand what was happening with her mother. What had prompted the tears? She simply was not herself.

The two ladies walked into Anthony’s, and found Boudreau waiting inside. Lucia looked surprised to see him there. She walked over to him, and asked how he was doing. He smiled at her, and said, “Lucia, I am doing fine. There are some people here who want to meet you. My parents are here; and there are other gentlemen in the back room. Shall we walk back there?” He motioned for Anthony to bring some coffee and pastries to the back room.

When the three walked into the room, Bow, Catherine, the District Attorney, and the Chief of Police were seated around a large round table. Catherine could sense the surprise on Lucia’s face when she saw there were several people there. The District Attorney asked for them to sit down; and then said, “Lucia, I am the District Attorney here in Lake Charles. This happens to be the Chief of Police, and of course you know Boudreau’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. La Faye. We have come today to help your mother share some information with you regarding your father.”

Boudreau looked at Lucia, and saw her turn pale. She gasped, “Has something happened to my father?” Boudreau took her hand, and said, “Lucia, nothing has happened to your father; but there are some things you need to know about your father.” “What do I need to know about my father?” she asked. It was obvious she was becoming quite concerned about the arrangement of the meeting. “Are you sure nothing terrible has happened to my father?” she inquired.

Lenore looked at her daughter, and tears were filling her eyes, as she said, “Lucia, your father is not whom he seems. Your father’s actual name is Sammie Pangallo. We came to Lake Charles from Pennsylvania.” Boudreau could see the look of shock on her face as she asked, “Why would Daddy change his name to Hollingsworth Deverall?” Lenore said, “He changed our name because he was fearful that he would be tracked down, and killed.”

The Chief of Police asked, “Lucia, have you ever heard of Sammie Pangallo?” Lucia shook her head, and said, “No, that name does not sound like any name I have ever heard.” The Chief of Police said, “I have some news clippings that picture your father. They were taken in New Kensington, Pennsylvania where your father lived before coming to Lake Charles. Do you recognize these pictures?” Lucia looked at the pictures and said, “These are pictures of my father. She started reading the articles that were with the pictures, and exclaimed, “Oh no, this cannot be true of Daddy. Daddy would never be involved in organized crime. Surely these pictures are not real.”

The District Attorney said, “Lucia, ask your mother if these pictures are fake.” Lucia looked at Lenore who was softly crying at this point. “Mother is this true? Lucia asked. Lenore nodded her head to indicate it was true. “Why have you never told me about this?” Lenore said, “I had hoped I would never have to tell you, for your father promised he was done with organized crime when we left Pennsylvania.”

Lucia asked, “What is different now?” Catherine saw how difficult this was for Lenore. She patted her shoulder and said, “You have to tell her Lenore.” Lenore said, “Lucia, your father is involved once again in organized crime, only using a different name. He is shipping alcohol and drugs illegally. But, even worse, he arranged for Boudreau to be stabbed.”

Lucia stood up, “I don’t believe Daddy would do that.” Lenore said, “I heard your father talking to the hit man after Boudreau was stabbed. He was angry because that man did not succeed; and he decided to get rid of that hit man, and use Alfonso De Nato to finish what the first man did not accomplish. That is the time I knew I must contact the police, and let Boudreau know his life was still in danger.”

Lucia was sobbing; and saying, “I don’t believe this; I don’t know what you have against my father, but he is not like that. You must be mistaken.” Lucia pushed her chair back, stood up, and ran from the building.

To be continued...

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