"Why don't you just call me 'Maggie? Where's your manners girl? Aren't you going to introduce me to your rich hubby?"
"Maggie this is Trey Sinclair my husband and the father of my baby girl Preston."
Trey nodded his head at her. He didn't want to touch her and neither did I.
"What a handsome man you've snagged baby girl. Come to think of it he looks much better than Daniel even. Oh I could have had such fun with you Trey," she giggled.
Her giggle was followed by a fit of coughing. She reached for her cup of water taking a long sip to quiet her hacking.
"How is Layla?" she asked.
Trey and I exchanged confused glances.
"I named the baby Layla once I got a hold of her. I can't believe you would name a baby girl your last name. You're so much like your mama."
"Preston is fine. No worse from what you obviously put her through when you had her," I snapped.
"I took good care of that baby just like I done you when you were a baby," she snorted.
"Really? Then why the bruises on her bottom?"
Maggie didn't even try to appear repentant.
"She constantly wanted to eat. You know I still had my milk from when I delivered that dead baby? Yep I kept pumping it so that I would have it for when I took that baby girl of yours."
My heart was racing, my adrenaline was pumping. We were getting down to it now. I needed to keep my calm no matter what.
"Yeah I figured I was owed a baby out of the whole deal. I had always wanted one you know? Raising you wasn't the same as having my own. The one that Matthew made me abort was a girl. I saw that when she came out of me all bloody."
I was starting to feel nauseous. I had presumed that if Maggie had undergone an abortion it had been done at a medical clinic. Her statement had the hint of some back alley job done with a coat hanger. I wasn't up for the details.
"I believe you were trying to explain the bruises on Preston?"
Maggie rolled her eyes as if she were already bored with the whole topic. It was reminiscent of how she had behaved whenever she was faced with explaining her unacceptable behavior while I was growing up.
"Oh yeah well she apparently wasn't satisfied with my milk supply. She fussed the whole time she nursed at my tit. Then five minutes after she would finish up she would puke it all back up. Then she'd want to latch back onto me. So yes, I smacked her bare ass a few times. I finally had to make up a sugar tit for her so she'd leave mine alone."
I felt Trey stiffen in anger; I felt the same way. Maggie was continuing to rant.
"Just like I had to smack your bare ass when you were a baby. Same damn thing. You kept trying to nurse from me thinking all tits had breast milk I suppose; always nuzzling against me and rooting for my tit like I was your mama."
That was my memory: skin slapping skin; sometimes it had brought me fear and pain; other times it had made me feel disgusted. Trey had his arm around me peering down at me.
"Who is Marley?" I asked her.
I finally saw some emotion cross over Maggie's pale, thin face at the mention of the name.
"That's what
he
called your mama; that was his pet name for Marla."
"Whose pet name?"
"Why your daddy's," she said as if it should have been so obvious to me.
"Preston Tylar," she stated.
I looked up at Trey; I knew that I had been right.
"What can you tell me about him Aunt Maggie?"
I threw the 'aunt' in there hoping that in some way she would feel some connection to me that might warrant her telling me the truth.
"I suppose you have a right to know the truth. Maybe I even owe you the truth after all I have done. I know this is it for me Tylar. You and your handsome hubby grab a chair and sit down here so that I can see you without straining to look up and I'll tell you all about it."
Trey pulled a chair over and sat down, pulling me onto his lap. Maggie took another sip of water and settled back against her pillows.
"I was three years older than your mama; our half-brother, Matthew was seven years older than me. My mama had bore him out of wedlock when she was just seventeen. Then she had met Carson Renaud and married him; he adopted Matthew as his own."
"Mama had me five years after they married and then Marla came along. They were good parents to all of us. Matthew though, he had a wild streak in him."
She paused as a nurse came in to check her I.V.
"When I was fifteen and your mama was just twelve our parents were killed in an automobile accident in Meridian, Mississippi about an hour from where we lived." "Matthew was twenty-two years old so he became our legal guardian. He pretty much blew through the inheritance that our parents had left within a couple of years. I was able to finish high school and started working as a secretary in an insurance office in the little town where we lived. Matthew worked nights at a cocktail lounge. We were struggling. Matthew started drinking pretty heavily and got ideas on how we could make a lot more money. He set out to train me in the ways of pleasing men. I was a very willing student."
(Was she saying what I thought she was saying?)
"Oh don't look so shocked Tylar. It wasn't like we were
totally
brother and sister - only half. Matthew taught me the art of fucking and promised me that we would earn a whole lot more money with the proper clientele. He explained that this type of clientele wasn't in Mississippi. We moved to New Orleans. It was just like Matthew had promised. He found me wealthy gentlemen in prestigious positions who wanted dates. They would wine and dine me; we would go to a fancy hotel room and spend the night. There were weeks that I was bringing in more than $2000. I always practiced safe sex too."
She paused to take a long drink of water. The look in her eyes told me that she was reflecting back to a time that didn't appear to hold bad memories for her.
"I was in love with Matthew; at least I thought that I was. We would still sleep together and make love. He needed to make sure that I was in top performance for my natural calling as he put it. Your mama was seventeen by this time. She had just graduated from high school."
"She was naïve just like you - she hadn't a clue about me and Matthew; or about me and all of the other men. She thought I worked nights. She always had her head buried in a book it seemed."
Maggie laughed and started coughing again.
A nurse came back into her room and administered some codeine to her for the cough. She said it may make her drowsy. I was determined to get the rest of the story before that happened.
"Matthew was determined to get Marla into the business of pleasing men. He said that he needed to start personally training her real soon. I didn't want him to touch her. I would like to say that it was because I was protective of her but the truth was I was jealous. I was jealous at the thought of Matthew fucking her - or any other woman for that matter. He was mine."
She gazed over at me as if she was really seeing me for the very first time ever.
"You look just like Marla you know? Well except that she had green eyes," she stated out of the blue staring at me.
"I was able to stall Matthew on the training bit with Marla. I told him that I wanted better for her. I promised him that I would service more clients if only he would spare her. I then went off of my birth control pill on purpose. I wanted him to get me pregnant. I figured if Matthew knew that I was having his child he would forget about wanting to fuck Marla and love me like the wife that I practically was to him."
"He knew that I always used condoms with my clients. That was our golden rule. So when I got pregnant he would know that the baby was mine and his. It would be our love child."
I laid my head against Trey's shoulder listening to her. I felt pity for what she had endured; I was sickened by the relationship she had endured with her half-brother. I couldn't fathom the reality of that type of a life. How could Maggie have possibly thought it was natural to have sex with a blood relative? Yet she had done that and more. She had fallen in love with him and wanted to be
his wife
?
"It didn't take me long to get pregnant. Matthew and I generally fucked on a daily basis. I hid it from him for as long as I could because I didn't want him to make me get an abortion. He finally noticed that I had a baby bump one night when he was going down on me."
"I had to tell him the truth. He was furious with me. He claimed that because we were related the baby would be born a Mongoloid idiot. The next day he went to a bayou gypsy and got some roots and herbs and made a nasty brew. He forced me to drink it. Within hours I was in excruciating pain. I delivered a dead baby girl. She looked perfectly formed. There wouldn't have been anything wrong with her," she sobbed.
Maggie was crying now and they were real tears. It was the first time that I had ever seen her genuinely sad. I wanted to reach out to her but I couldn't bring myself to move. Trey stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head.
"Go on Aunt Maggie please. Tell me what happened after that."
"I
hated
Matthew after that. I realized what a sick bastard he was. I knew that I needed out of his sick and perverted life. He didn't care about anything or anyone. It was just about the money. Naturally I was laid up for awhile after the 'miscarriage,' so Matthew was more driven than ever to get Marla involved as a whore in his money-making scheme."
"She was clueless where men were concerned. She was still a virgin at eighteen. Matthew instructed me to get her dressed up and made up for an evening out. He had been invited to a high rent bachelor party. Some connections he had told him that some circuit judge from Baton Rouge was marrying a very wealthy girl from New Orleans. The party was to be hosted at a very exclusive hotel in the French Quarter."
Maggie was starting to get groggy. I needed her to finish this story.
"Please Aunt Maggie - just get to the part about my mother."
"Matthew took Marla to this party telling her he wanted to introduce her to some young wealthy attorneys and professional men. Of course there were other 'prostitutes' there but the young judge took a shine to your mama."
"She didn't realize that he had paid Matthew a great deal of money for her to spend the night with him in his hotel room. When Marla got home the next morning she was furious with me for setting her up like that. Claimed the man had taken her virginity and then apologized afterwards telling her he had no idea and how sorry he was. He said that he had been under an entirely different impression."
Maggie chuckled weakly at the memory.
"Well over the next couple of weeks Marla kept getting flowers from him delivered almost daily. He kept calling her on the phone wanting to talk to her. He finally showed up at our duplex. He told Matthew he needed to see Marla. Matthew let him in and called Marla down to talk to him. When Marla came back upstairs later she had the two blue velvet boxes that had those antique earrings and the necklace in them."
I knew the ones she was talking about very well.
"He told her that they had belonged to his grandmother and that he wanted her to have them. He said he was sorry that he had ruined her; that if he could get out of marrying his fiancé he would."
"He said that Marla fascinated him and intrigued him. He told her if she ever needed anything she should contact him. He gave her his card. He said he was to be married the following week but that he would never forget her. She said he leaned down and gave her the sweetest kiss ever and held her to him tightly. She said he whispered 'I love you sweet Marley' in her ear. I think she actually fell in love with him right then and there."
I got tears in my eyes finally knowing that my mother was not cut from the same cloth as Maggie.
"A few months later Marla discovered that she was pregnant with you. I figured Matthew would make her get an abortion like he did me but he saw an opportunity. He paid a visit to the newly wed Mrs. Tylar with the news and some supporting photos that he apparently had arranged to be taken of your mama and the judge's night together."
"Marla never knew about any of this. She was content just to be carrying his child even though he was married to someone else. She didn't want to cause any problems for him."
"In the meantime, Matthew was getting the funds he needed from Mrs. Tylar. He told her that the funding needed to continue because DNA testing was all that was needed to confirm her husband's infidelity. It was rumored that Preston Tylar was on a short list for appointment to a federal judgeship. Mrs. Tylar was not going to let a scandal get in the way of that."
Maggie's voice was getting weaker and she was getting groggier.
"When you were born your mama named you Tylar Jamie Renaud. She loved you like there was no tomorrow. She breast fed you; she said she wanted you to be healthy and strong. She was never apart from you. When you were about six or seven months old she told Matthew that she was going to take you and move back up to Mississippi. I wanted to go with her to get the hell away from him."