The back pay came as a direct deposit into my account at First State Bank two weeks later. $9,340, after taxes. I sat at my kitchen table and logged into the bank website on the tablet my granddaughter set up for me, and I looked at the balance for a long time.
$18,640.
More than I’d ever had in my life. More than Harold and I ever had together, even in the good years.
I called Kevin in Phoenix and told him.
He was quiet on the phone for a long moment. Then he said, “Mom. I’m sorry I told you to sign that paper.”
“You were scared for me,” I said. “That’s what sons are for.”
“No. I was wrong.” His voice got thick. “You were right. You were right the whole time, and I wanted you to say you weren’t. I’m sorry.”
I told him I loved him. I told him to kiss the grandbabies for me. Then I hung up and sat in Harold’s recliner and cried for about ten minutes, the good kind.
Andrea Whitfield called me one more time that month. She wanted me to know that ValuMart had made a new rule. For every store in the South Central region. Four hundred and twelve stores in five states.
If a child says, “That’s not my parent,” or “That’s not my mom,” or “That’s not my daddy,” or anything like it, the store calls the police. Every time. Immediately. No matter what ID anybody shows. No matter what papers they have. No matter how loud they get or who they say they are.
The employee who makes the call can’t be disciplined for it. Ever.
“We’re calling it the Loretta Rule internally,” she said. “I hope that’s all right.”
I didn’t say anything for a while. I couldn’t.
“That’s all right,” I finally said.
As for Gary Darby, he was transferred to a store in Shreveport, Louisiana. Assistant manager. Not store manager anymore. Dolores at the deli heard he had to take a training course on child safety and abduction awareness before he could start.
Good.
I hope he paid attention. I hope he remembers a little girl in a purple raincoat who looked right at him and cried for her mother. I hope next time a child says that’s not my daddy, he’s the first one to pick up the phone.
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