And so we did.
The bell interrupted our research, and we agreed to continue the experiment after breakfast. Kathleen took a blanket ff the bed, wrapped it around her, followed me into the kitchen, and watched me take a pan of perfectly formed popovers from the oven. We filled them with softened butter.
“Oh … my … God!” she squealed. “I’ve always wanted a man who could cook, and now I’ve got something even better: a man who can bake!”
We each ate two, and afterward, Kathleen looked as though she wanted to say something.
“What?” I said.
“I want to tell you something, but I don’t want to run you off.”
“You won’t run me off. Unless you’ve got another lab partner.”
She took a deep breath and said, “I want to adopt Addie.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just said, “Really.”
“I love her, Donovan, and she loves me. I’ve always wanted a child of my own, but Ken beat that physical possibility out of me years ago. Anyway, it’s like I’d be choosing her over all the other children in the world, you know? And she needs me.”
“What about Aunt Hazel?” I asked.
She lowered her eyes. “That’s the problem,” she said. “Hazel doesn’t want her, but she doesn’t want me to have her.”
“Why not?”
“She thinks I can’t provide for Addie. She thinks Addie should be turned over to an adoption agency where she can be placed with a proper family.”
“You mean like a husband and wife?”
She nodded. “And enough money to adequately care for her needs.”
“What did you say?”
Kathleen took my hand in hers. “I told her the chances of a perfect family adopting Addie were slim and that I might not have a husband or money, but I can give her all the things a little girl needs.”
“Well said.”
“But she still won’t sign off on me, even though Addie begged her to.”
“You want me to have a talk with Aunt Hazel?”
Kathleen said, “Would you mind terribly?”
“I’ll do it today,” I said.
We sat there in silence awhile. Then Kathleen said, “Donovan?”
“Uh huh?”
“Will you still see me if I adopt Addie?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“A lot of men would rather date gorgeous, young, big-boobed women that aren’t single mothers.”
“Yuck,” I said. “Not me!”
On my way to Aunt Hazel’s, I reflected on the enormity of the accounts I’d seized from Joe DeMeo. He was far wealthier than I’d anticipated, and in fact, money was still pouring in at a healthy clip. I supposed the contributors hadn’t yet heard the news of DeMeo’s fall. After paying all costs of the campaign, I had enough left over to give a million dollars each to Lou, Kimberly, and Janet. Janet seemed quite pleased to get a share, I thought, even though she said it was a drop in the bucket compared to what I’d cost her in misery.
I thought about Garrett Unger and how he was scheduled to be arrested this morning. I hadn’t said anything about it to Kathleen, and I hadn’t mentioned the million dollars that would be wired into her personal account by 2:00 pm today, or the trust I was setting up for Addie that would be funded with the initial ten million I’d clipped from DeMeo. These were all surprises that were sure to make breakfast at Tiffany’s seem pale by comparison. Not to mention the biggest surprise of all—when Kathleen finds out I’m not just a baker, but an accomplished cook as well.
Traffc was moving, but slowly. I looked out the window and saw the small piles of black snow, the only visible remnants of a brutal winter. We plodded our way under a bridge, and I noticed several bums huddled together under blankets, trying to sleep. I wondered what had happened in their lives that brought them to this bridge on this day.
I had my driver pull over. I got out of the car and approached the bums. “I’ve got something for you,” I said.
It took a minute, but the three men roused themselves to sitting positions. There was no way to tell how old or young they were, but they were equally filthy. I handed each of them a hundred dollar bill, and they all said “God bless you, sir.”
The first guy held up a small bottle of blackberry brandy. There was maybe a sip left in it. “You want to sit and have a drink?” he asked.
“Another time,” I said, but I didn’t leave.
“That’s mighty generous of you mister,” one of the guys said. “Mighty generous, indeed.”
Another one said, “Know what I’m gonna do with my hunnerd?”
