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Date Posted: Sunday, October 31, 01:48:55pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 18+" on Friday, October 29, 07:32:50pm
“Are you sure that this is a good idea?” Nat asked as he walked beside Rhoda. She had called him midway through his shift and asked him to stop by afterwards to talk about Mary. It was when he arrived that the Reverend Mother told him about the bruises that she had seen on Mary’s body.
Then Rhoda told Nat about her visit with Michael Pomeroy and Nat winced. Sister Rhoda wanted answers quickly and Nat feared that they weren’t going to come quickly. She needed Mary to start to talk. When he explained this to her, Rhoda thought of something else.
That Nat should talk to Mary.
“Maybe she will respond to you,” Rhoda sighed as she came to the door and looked at Nat. “Or she could be scared of you.”
“Scared?”
“I haven’t seen her near other men…. And if she is scared of cops…” Rhoda drifted off as she pressed her hands together at her waist. She reached out and touched Nat’s arm. “Go slowly.”
Nat tapped on the door and pushed it slightly open. Mary was sitting on the bed, looking out the window. She did not look towards him and Nat cleared his throat. “Mary? Can I come in and talk with you?”
Slowly the ratted blonde hair turned and Nat got to look at Mary. He had thought that her eyes were gray, but the way that she looked at this woman, it was clear that her eyes were blue. He couldn’t help but notice that if she wasn’t so tired and if she ate some, she would be a very attractive woman. Doing a sketch of her like this could make it impossible to match her up if something had caused this hard life on her. She would look completely different if she showed some tender loving care to herself.
But the blue eyes spoke volumes of what Sister Rhoda had told him. There was something that that said that she had been loved and that the love was gone. There was such a rich story behind those eyes, but the eyes also said that she was being protected from that life and that no one was going to easily breech the defense to find out what that past was.
“Sister Rhoda is scared about the bruises that she saw on you, Mary. Can you tell me about them?” Nat spoke as he tried to get to the point right away. He was unnerved as Mary continued to look directly at him. It was not what he expected. If Mary had been abused in the process of getting those bruises, he thought that she would look away in embarrassment. The fact that she was not moving away from him at all also told Nat that she wasn’t scared of men.
“Not Mary,” Mary finally spoke and Nat nodded his head up and down. “I’m going to sit down… and Sister Rhoda did tell me that your name isn’t Mary. Is there another name you would like us to call you?”
Nat pulled the small wooden chair over in front of Mary and she watched his movement. He settled down and swallowed slowly. “Are you hurt from the bruises?”
“I’m fine,” Mary spoke without very much volume, but it was not a whisper. It was the way the words were said. As if they were used as weapons to keep Nat away and it worked. Nat knew that Mary was probably ok enough because Rhoda was a nurse at one time. She would have never hesitated in forcing Mary to get medical treatment if it was necessary. Sister Rhoda could be that strong woman when the need happened, being a nun or not.
“I know that you are here for a reason, Mary. It is a safe place to come when you are scared about something,” Nat continued to speak, wondering if anyone had tried this approach with this woman before. She continued to study him and there were long pauses that Nat allowed to give Mary the time to process. He did not think that Mary was stupid. In fact, he thought that Mary was very smart and bright, about a lot of things.
He chilled with some of the sinister thoughts about why Mary could be staying here in the convent. But with the way that Mary looked at him, he didn’t want to just chuck out those possibilities. There was something about her that said that there was not a traditional story about what occurred to make her come here. “I have lots of friends that would pick here to come if they were in trouble… one went to a convent once when he was oversees…”
Mary tilted her head to the side a bit and blinked her eyes. She parted her lips and Nat waited as he thought that she was going to speak. Then she put her head back into the same position, waiting for Nat to continue.
“He was on a black op… you know, operations that special forces get assigned to… operations that are so secret that the details are never spoke about… well, he couldn’t tell me where he had gone… but he said once that he had to use a convent…” Nat continued to speak. He shifted in the chair and saw that there was no reaction from Mary.
“I have a family… I’m not married… but I have a younger sister who is married. She had her first child three years ago and she is pregnant again… they don’t live in the area, but I miss her a lot,” Nat changed his conversation. “Do you have a family?”
Mary slowly turned her head away from Nat. It wasn’t as if she was in pain by what Nat had said. In fact, it was as if she had become bored with what he had started to talk about. It did nothing to give him anything more about this woman except that someone was going to have to dig much deeper.
Licking his lips, Nat forced a chuckle. “I don’t think I could ever be a father… I held my niece when she was born… and she was so small in that tightly wrapped blanket… she was wrinkly at that point… her head was even a little pointy – made me think about the movie Coneheads. But she couldn’t do anything but be in my hands… and that was scary,” Nat shook his head as he spoke as he thought back to that first time he held Megan in his hands. She was so perfect and it did make him think about having a family at some point.
Too bad he was in love with a Sister.
Nat pulled himself from his own thoughts to notice that Mary had turned back to look at him. She leaned forward a bit and licked her lips. “Joe.”
“Joe?” Nat asked as he blinked. “Is he someone who has hurt you?”
Mary shook her head from side to side.
“Is he family?” Nat asked and Mary blinked and rolled her eyes. That was not the answer.
She was moving and Nat noticed that she had very muscular arms. She turned her long finger and pointed towards her chest. “Joe.”
Nat inhaled and then paused. Mary didn’t want to be called Mary any longer, but he did not think for one second her name was truly Joe. But it was a start. “You want to be called Joe?”
Mary, now soon to be known as Joe, dropped her hand and blinked her eyes while slightly nodding her head up and down.
Nat extended his hand and smiled. “Nice to meet you, Joe. My name is Nat and I want to help you.”
Mary shook Nat’s hand but he wasn’t sure if he would be able to do anything more at this point. But from what he had heard from Sister Rhoda, this could be considered a huge breakthrough.
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