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Date Posted: 16:16:14 08/19/03 Tue
Author: Wanda
Author Host/IP: 216.51.254.249
Subject: Second Generation - Part #41

PART #41

When the Vice President left his office, Delbert asked, “You wanted to see me?” The man said, “Yes, you are Delbert Cummings, am I correct?” Delbert answered, “Yes, I am he; what is it you want from me?” Robichard laughed; and said, “Son, I don’t want anything from you, I came to give something to you.” Delbert had a puzzled look upon his face as he asked, “What on earth would you have to give to me?” Robichard said, “Have you ever heard the name Sammie Pangallo?” Delbert said, “I may have heard the name, but I did not know the man.” “I was requested to give you a letter upon the death of Mr. Pangallo, and a reading of his will,” said Robichard. “I will give you the letter to read first, and than I will show you the will.” Delbert said, “This all sounds strange and mysterious to me. I cannot understand why Sammie Pangallo would send me a letter nor have a lawyer bring me his will to read.”

Robichard handed the letter to Delbert who read it through. He said, “I really don’t understand this.” Robichard said, “Son, your biological father was Sammie Pangallo. To spare you the danger involved of being known as his son, he chose to leave Pennsylvania. He lived out the remainder of his life in Lake Charles, La. He has recently died as a result of an automobile crash. He had established a trust for you as the letter indicates, and I am here to see that you receive this trust. He also indicated to me while he was alive that his desire was for you to come to Lake Charles to live and work. He owned a bank in Lake Charles, and there is a position as an executive Vice President waiting for you. He has made it clear that you are to run the bank in time once you have proven yourself capable of the position.”

Delbert was in a state of shock because his mother, Ruth, had never mentioned the name of Sammie Pangallo. She had always been vague about his father, and it had become apparent to him in his younger years that she did not wish to discuss the matter. He looked at Robichard; and asked, “Does my mother know he has died?” Robichard answered, “I am to go see your mother when I have finished talking to you. There is one stipulation to all this Mr. Cummings.” “What is the stipulation?” asked Delbert. “You are never to tell anyone your father was Sammie Pangallo. Your father changed his name to Hollingsworth Deverall when he left Pennsylvania. There is a wife and daughter who also live in Lake Charles. Their names are Lenore and Lucia Deverall. To protect his family there, his true identity must never be revealed. Do you understand those terms Mr. Cummings?” Delbert said, “I understand that I am to receive a trust from a person I have never known as my father, and I understand there is a position as an executive Vice President waiting for me in Lake Charles, La. I also understand I am never to reveal the true identity of this man who supposedly was my father. What I don’t understand is the need of all the secrecy. Why does everything have to be hush, hush?”

Robichard said, “I had a feeling we would come to this question. Your biological father was a member of the mob in Pennsylvania about the time you were born. If the mob had known your father was still alive, and that you were his son, they would have used you as leverage to get at him. There would have been a good chance you and your mother would have been killed. Your father had many enemies when he faked his own death, and fled to Lake Charles from Pennsylvania. He has kept his identity a secret all these years, and his family has only now found out the truth about him having a son. I guess you can see this man lived a life of secrets.”

Delbert said, “I want to be with my mother when you go to see her. I don’t want her to have to receive this news by herself. I really don’t know her feelings for my father, but I want to spare her as much grief as I can. I will tell my boss that I must leave for a few hours.” Robichard said, “Be very careful what you tell him. We certainly do not want any of this information to leak out to the public.”

Ruth Cummings was working in her rose garden when the car pulled up in her driveway. She was cutting some roses for a centerpiece for the dining room table. When she saw Delbert get out of the car with a man who was well dressed; and carrying a brief case, she felt an odd sense of dreaded anticipation. She wasn’t sure why she felt the way she did, but she sensed this was not going to be good news.

Delbert walked over to his mother and introduced her to Leonard Robichard, the lawyer. Delbert said, “Mother, this man has brought me some information about a man called Sammie Pangallo.” Delbert saw his mother gasp, and put her hands up to her face. He looked kindly at her; and asked, “Mother, is it true this man was my father?” Ruth looked at Robichard; and asked, “What are you doing here?” He said, “I have come about Mr. Pangallo’s estate. He died recently, and he has left a trust to Delbert. He had instructed me to come to him with a copy of the will, and a letter he had written to him before he died.”

To be continued...

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