Celestial Awakenings
by Julie O
edited by Amelia R.
Chapter 52
The next day Nancy was ready to execute her plan. Everything was in place; Tina was practicing the piano and Brenda was in class. Gwen was with Tina. They often played duets. It was nice to hear music fill the house, thought Nancy. As expected, Nancy found Celeste working in her office.
"Celeste, could you take Spirit out for her walk?" interrupted Nancy. "I know it's my turn, but I have a report that must be e-mailed to DC by this afternoon."
"I don't mind. I need to get outside anyway," stated Celeste, as she stood up. "Come on, girl! Where's your Frisbee?"
Spirit took off and returned in a flash with her precious Frisbee in her mouth. Nancy watched as Spirit led Celeste out of the house. So far so good, it was all up to nature now.
Celeste walked down towards the surf. Spirit eagerly followed. Celeste stopped every now and then and gave the Frisbee a long toss. Spirit almost always caught the flying disc.
They moved down the shore towards the rocks. Suddenly Spirit perked up her ears and began to wag her tail furiously. Celeste looked down the beach and saw that Margaret was walking towards them.
Spirit looked up at Celeste, as if she was requesting Celeste's permission.
"Go on, girl!"
Spirit dashed down the beach and greeted Margaret with her usual enthusiasm.
"I was hoping to see you today," smiled Margaret, as she approached.
"I'm happy to see you too!" replied Celeste.
They hugged and then sat down on the rocks.
"Has Spirit been behaving?" asked Margaret.
"She's been wonderful. In fact, she's been a real blessing," answered Celeste.
Margaret nodded. "Yes, she has a talent for providing comfort when it's needed the most."
Celeste broke out in a slight smile. "I've discovered that."
"I think I understand. You had some nightmare and Spirit was there to help you. Losing a loved one can be difficult," replied Margaret.
"The nightmare wasn't about Sherman. I only have sweet dreams concerning him," answered Celeste, without thinking.
"Then what was it about?" asked Margaret.
Celeste glanced over at the older woman, as if she was trying to gauge her response. Her hesitation to tell what was bothering her was obviously evident to Margaret.
"Dear, I know that you and your 'sisters' are hiding a secret. The rumors that are making the rounds are quite imaginative!" stated Margaret. "I want you to know that you can trust me. Spirit trusts you and that is good enough for me."
Celeste took a deep breath. Should she trust this woman? If she told Margaret the truth, and if she reacted negatively, it could throw her entire life into turmoil. Celeste thought about it for a second and decided to trust her instincts. Something told her she could trust this woman.
"Somehow, I think that my story will be wilder than any rumor that is floating around," replied Celeste.
Margaret shifted her position and moved closer to Celeste. She took Celeste's hand in hers. "Go on, child. You can trust me."
Celeste bit her bottom lip slightly. It was a nervous trait that she had had since she was a little kid. "Please allow me to tell my whole story before you make any judgment."
"I promise, dear."
Celeste bit her lower lip and thought about what she was going to say. She also prayed that Margaret would understand. Celeste then took a deep breath and let it out in a large burst. She turned to Margaret and in a tiny, soft voice spoke. "I used to be a boy."
Celeste went on to tell her entire life story. She left nothing out and for nearly an hour she poured out her life to Margaret. Sensing her emotional state, Spirit placed her head in Celeste's lap.
When she finished, Celeste continued to stroke Spirit. "The nice thing about dogs is that they love you without caring about what society may think about you."
"Some people are the same way, dear," replied Margaret.
Celeste looked up and focused on Margaret. She had to wipe tears away.
"I think you're a remarkable young woman, and I'm proud to be your friend," confessed Margaret.
Celeste tried to respond, but couldn't find the words. Her emotions had taken over and she couldn't speak.
"It's okay, dear. Tears work too," comforted Margaret. She pulled Celeste close and gave her a long motherly hug.
The significance of the hug wasn't lost on Celeste, who responded in kind. This was the sort of love that she hadn't felt since she was a small child. It only made her cry harder.
For Margaret, it was as if she had her granddaughter back. It didn't matter to her that this beautiful young woman hugging her used to be a boy. Her birth gender was unimportant.
Eventually Celeste became composed again and she fumbled for a handkerchief and gladly accepted one from Margaret.
"I appreciate that hug more than you can imagine. I cannot remember how long it has been since I last felt that sort of love. You don't know how much it meant to me," explained Celeste.
"I think I understand. I feel deep pity, my dear. Not for you, but for your parents. They're so foolish not to recognize what a wonderful person their child is," stated Margaret.
"Thank you," replied Celeste. "There is something I'd like to ask you...."
"Before you ask, the answer is yes. I would love to be part of your family," replied Margaret. "I think we could all benefit from this sort of relationship."
"You mean that?" exclaimed Celeste.
"My dear, when I first met you, I sensed that you were in pain and not just from losing your husband. I wondered what it could be and how I could help you. In many ways, I see Anne in you. I suspect that you two would have been good friends. Don't worry; I'm not some grief stricken old crone who is going to stalk you. I do know that I have a lifetime of experience that I would like to share with you."
Celeste began to smile. "I would be honored to be thought of in the same way that you remember Anne. She obviously meant a lot to you."
"Yes, she did. We had much in common. She was the wild one of her family. Much like I was when I was her age," replied Margaret.
"You were wild? I would love to hear those stories!" exclaimed Celeste.
"We'll save those for another day. I don't want to tarnish your opinion of me so quickly," laughed Margaret. "I want to make one thing very clear. You're always welcome in my home. Also anytime you need to talk, you know where to find me."
Celeste began to get misty-eyed again.
"Come, dear. Let's walk over to my home. We can talk some more over a cup of tea."
Celeste nodded and walked down the beach with Margaret. Life was suddenly less harsh, she thought.
Chapter 53
Celeste and Margaret sat out on Margaret's deck overlooking the ocean. Spirit fell asleep by their feet, her Frisbee lying next to her.
"I love watching the ocean," remarked Celeste.
"If you don't mind, my dear, I have a few questions concerning your abduction. I hope you don't mind," remarked Margaret.
"I don't mind. Talking about it helps me understand it better myself."
Margaret nodded. "I must admit that, as I digest your story, I don't know whether to praise Sherman or damn him. I can't believe that he actually bought you."
"That's understandable. However, if you had had a chance to talk to Sherman you would have known that his actions were totally honorable, if not exactly legal," answered Celeste. "He was told about the Simons by an old friend. Sherman was initially turned off by the idea until he found out that they dealt in transgendered youth too."
"So he was the reason you were abducted?" asked Margaret.
Celeste shook her head no. "I had already been abducted. Thanks to Sherman, I wasn't dealt a worse fate."
"Like your sisters?" asked Margaret.
"Yes. Sherman bought me to be a companion. He didn't want a sex slave and he immediately began to deprogram me. It took a while, but I regained free will, and he offered to let me go, but by then I was deeply in love with him and he loved me."
Margaret nodded. "I would like to know who the 'friend' was who contacted him initially. I hope the authorities are actively prosecuting those who sought teens like you."
"They are. I've become good friends with one of the agents who captured the Simons. She is very active in protecting teens from predators, and she told me that the agency has been very aggressive in going after all the people in the Simons' database."
"That's good to hear," smiled Margaret knowingly.
Celeste noticed the change in Margaret and was about to ask her a question when a servant interrupted them. The servant served them tea and departed.
"Don't get me wrong, Celeste, I'm very pleased that Sherman treated you so well. Just because he is dead doesn't mean that he can no longer help you," explained Margaret as she sipped her tea.
"What do you mean?" asked Celeste.
"Like it or not, you are a member of the elite. You are the widow of a rich and powerful man. This will open doors for you in ways you cannot imagine," continued Margaret.
"I'm not at all the interested in being a socialite," smiled Celeste. "I have real things I want to accomplish in my life. No offense."
"None taken. I also married into this sort of life and have tried to make a difference. You need help for your foundation, and your social status will help you find it."
"I see. So where do I start?" asked Celeste.
"That's where I come in, dear. I think we both need each other. We both have a void in our lives that the other can help fill. And if I'm going to be your 'grandmother' then I have obligations to help you in any and all ways," explained Margaret.
Celeste's eyes opened wide. "You mean that you want to be...."
"Yes, dear. No one should go through life without a family that loves her. I would be honored if you accepted me as your grandmother. I do want to be more than just a friend to you."
Celeste set down her tea and leaned over and hugged Margaret. "You have no idea how much this means to me," cried Celeste.
"I think I do, child," comforted Margaret.
Celeste eventually composed herself. "I don't know how I can ever pay you back."
"You can start by promising to spend an afternoon with me every week," answered Margaret.
"That sounds easy enough," laughed Celeste.
"That's much better, dear. You have a lovely laugh. In addition to that, I think we should have dinner once a week too. We can alternate between your home and mine," continued Margaret. "I would like to meet your sisters."
"Deal! You must promise to tell me about your wild days!" replied Celeste.
Margaret nodded. "Now that you're family, I suppose that is acceptable."
Celeste laughed again. Spirit lifted her head for a moment, and seeing everything was okay, went back to sleep.
Chapter 54
Celeste and Spirit walked back down the shoreline. Celeste was filled with an emotion that she hadn't felt since Sherman's death, love. Oh, she had friends like Nancy, Ally, and Beth. She also had her sisters, but this was different. Margaret loved her in a different way.
They approached the house and Celeste could see that Nancy and her sisters were sitting out on the deck.
"Well, well, look who's finally returned!" quipped Tina.
Celeste and Spirit climbed the steps. "We were visiting Margaret." Celeste glanced over at Nancy and gave her a knowing nod.
"I imagine she was happy to see both of you," replied Nancy.
Spirit made the rounds and greeted everyone and then curled up on the deck.
"Yes, we had a wonderful visit. Thank you for setting it up," replied Celeste.
Nancy pointed at her chest. "Who, me?"
Celeste smiled. "You can deny it, but I appreciate your help."
"It's my job to help people in pain. Also I look at you as a good friend, and I figured you could use someone like Margaret in your life," explained Nancy.
Celeste went on to tell everyone about her afternoon with Margaret.
"That's so cool that she doesn't care about your past," stated Tina. "I thought she was special."
"Special doesn't even come close to describing her," replied Celeste.
Chapter 55
Two days later Celeste had her first dinner with Margaret. During dessert, Celeste pressed Margaret about her past.
"It's only fair. I've shared my deepest secrets with you," explained a smiling Celeste.
"You really don't want to hear the ramblings of an old woman, do you?' asked Margaret in jest.
"Please. I really want to know more about you," begged Celeste.
"If you insist, but if you fall asleep, then I won't hold it against you. I was born in London, England and had a very happy childhood. My parents were both teachers and encouraged me to think, which wasn't the norm back then. When the war came, both my parents worked for the government. Have you ever heard of Bletchley Park?" asked Margaret.
"Wasn't that the place where the German codes were broken?" replied Celeste.
"Yes, good, Celeste. Obviously, you have studied history," stated Margaret. "My parents both worked there. Even though I was just seventeen, I became a clerk there. By pure chance I helped in breaking a code."
"How?" asked Celeste. She was sitting on the edge of her seat.
"A German agent was using a unique code that they couldn't break. I was delivering a report to the head of the team. I glanced down and saw the encoded message. Something instantly clicked and, while I was standing there, I just broke the code. It may sound simplistic, but the message seemed to talk to me. Does that make sense to you?" asked Margaret.
"I think so," replied Celeste.
"I was instantly transferred and assigned to a decryption team. My age and gender didn't matter, all they cared about was my ability to think. It was so exciting. My life was opened to opportunities that I had never thought were possible. I also met my future husband there."
"Wow!" exclaimed Celeste.
"Yes, that was what I felt when I first saw him. It was love at first sight for me."
"Tell me more!"
"His name was Captain Elliot Torrey, and he was in the US Army. I later found out that he was in OSS. That was the Office of Strategic Services and it was the precursor to today's CIA. Elliot was handsome, dashing, and totally charming! Naturally I fell madly in love with him. I didn't think he even knew I existed, but then I found out from a friend that he was totally smitten with me!"
"How did you get together?"
"He finally got the nerve to ask me out to dinner. We had a mad passionate romance and got married," replied Margaret.
"How long did that take?"
"Let me think. We had dinner on a Monday and married that Friday," answered Margaret with a wink.
Celeste sat there in stunned silence.
"Dear, we were at war. You lived for the moment, as the future was too uncertain. My parents weren't initially overjoyed, but they grew to love Elliot."
"How old were you?"
"I had just turned eighteen when we married."
"What happened next?" asked Celeste anxiously.
"Elliot was sent to France to assist the Resistance prior to D-Day. Of course he didn't tell me where he was going, but I knew. I didn't hear anything from him for over three months. Of course, I was a nervous wreck. Every day after the invasion started, I waited for some word from him. On June 20th, 1944 he returned from France. I cannot describe the pure joy I felt when I saw him."
"I can see it in your eyes," interrupted Celeste.
Margaret nodded. "Anyway, he was being recalled back to Washington. I was so worried that we would be separated forever. However, I was allowed to go back with him. All the governmental red-tape was cleared up almost instantly. Seems that Elliot had friends in high places and they cleared my way to join him."
"Do you know who those friends were?" asked Celeste.
"William Donovan was one of them. He was the head of the OSS," replied Margaret. "I heard rumors that General Eisenhower also had a hand in it, but Elliot never confirmed that for me. He loved to keep his secrets!"
"So what happened once you got to the States?"
"Initially, I was just his wife. Don't get me wrong, I loved him dearly, but I wasn't ready to spend the rest of my life as a mother and wife. Thankfully, Elliot understood this. He made sure I got my university education, and when he was brought in for the formation of the CIA, he insisted that I should also be recruited."
"You were in the CIA? That is so cool!" exclaimed Celeste.
"I was assigned to cryptanalysis. Those were exciting days as we built the agency. Eventually Elliot and I agreed to start a family, and I retired from fulltime government service."
"So you worked part-time for the CIA?" asked Celeste.
"Yes, for a few years. Elliot was transferred to a different government organization and I followed. I eventually retired and devoted my life to my family," explained Margaret. "Elliot passed away five years ago, and not a day goes by that I miss him. He was quite a man."
"He sounds like it. He also sounds like he was pretty progressive as he supported your desire to have a career," remarked Celeste.
"Elliot wouldn't have wanted it any other way; he joked that he was a Torrey, but not a Tory," replied Margaret proudly.
"You sound like a perfect match."
"I think so. Now you'd better get home. Look at the time!"
"I can't wait to hear more of your stories!" exclaimed Celeste. She then got up and hugged Margaret. "I really love you."
"I love you too, my child," replied Margaret.
Chapter 56
A few days later Celeste got a phone call from Ally.
"It's so good to hear your voice," exclaimed Celeste.
"I'm sorry I haven't called sooner, but I've been busy planning a friend's wedding. Actually, I'm calling to invite you down here on official business. The agency wants to show its gratitude for all you've done, including the finding of the additional hidden funds."
There was a long silence on the other end. "I didn't do that much," replied Celeste softly.
"Don't downplay what you've done," answered Ally. "I'm not taking no for an answer."
"When do you want me down there?" asked Celeste.
"Is this Friday too soon? Carol and I would love for you to stay here with us," replied Ally.
"I'd love to stay with you. By the way, I have a favor to ask of you. I would like you to come up here and talk with Brenda and Tina. They're very interested in meeting you," stated Celeste.
"Tina? Oh, yes, she's the one I met the last time. Jenna has told me that she's made great strides. I'd love to do that. We can talk about that when you're down here. Beth will be happy to hear you're coming."
"Cool. I can't wait to see all of you!"
"E-mail your flight info and I'll pick you up at the airport. See you later this week, Celeste," stated Beth.
"I will. Take care, Ally."
Chapter 57
"I can't believe that they want to thank me. I just did what anyone would have done," stated Celeste to Margaret.
"No, not everyone would have done it. It would have been very easy to have just gone on with your life and not have brought a bunch of strangers into your house," replied Margaret.
They were walking down the beach with Spirit.
Celeste gave the Frisbee a long toss and Spirit dashed after it.
"If I hadn't opened up my home, I would have missed out on so many good friends, a wonderful dog, and, of course, you," stated Celeste.
Margaret nodded her approval.
Spirit returned with the Frisbee and awaited the next toss.
"When you get back from Washington, we'll need to plan a cocktail party," stated Margaret.
"For whom?" asked Celeste.
"The people who I hope are going to support your foundation. I've taken the liberty of putting together a list of potential guests."
"How many?"
"Just a small group, 100 to 125," smiled Margaret.
Celeste stopped and stared at Margaret. "You've got to kidding!"
"Dear, you have to trust me. All you have to do is meet these people and act charming. Later we'll call them and ask for assistance. There are a few on the list that would be good candidates for your board of directors. I know them and they are open-minded."
"I do trust you. I'm just not sure of the idea of inviting a whole bunch of strangers into my home, even if it's for a good cause," replied Celeste.
'They're not strangers, they're potential donors," smiled Margaret. She took the Frisbee from Spirit and gave it a toss.
Spirit glided under the Frisbee and snatched it from the air.
"Why don't we head back to my home? I found an old photo album that I think you'd like to look through," suggested Margaret.
"I'd like that," replied Celeste.
They arrived at Margaret's home and Margaret retrieved the album. Spirit curled up next to their feet.
"These are some photos of Elliot and I. This one was taken right after we got married," stated Margaret as she pointed to photo.
The photo showed Margaret and Elliot standing in front of Big Ben. Elliot's arm was around Margaret and both had huge smiles on their faces.
"I can't believe how happy you two look. I mean with the war going on and everything," exclaimed Celeste.
"You lived for the moment."
The album included photos of their early days in Washington.
"I can see why you fell in love with Elliot. He really is handsome!" stated Celeste.
"Those photos don't do him justice! He was so much more dashing in real life."
Celeste smiled at the fact that she could see that Margaret was still in love with Elliot. She had a slight twinge of sadness, wondering what might have been if Sherman hadn't died so suddenly.
Margaret snapped her out of her daydreaming. "Do you have any photos of your youth?"
"No. I asked my parents for some, but they never sent any," replied Celeste sadly.
"That is unacceptable. They have no right to deny you your past," stated Margaret with a touch of anger. "And don't tell me that it's no big deal. I can tell that it bothers you."
"Now I know you're my grandmother! You can tell that I'm lying even before I lie!" laughed Celeste.
Margaret smiled. "If you makes you feel better, my daughters never got away with lying to me either."
"It would be nice to have some photos of my old life. There were some good times. I would also like some photos of my grandparents," added Celeste.
Margaret just nodded.
"Part of me wants to forget my previous life and just move on, but the other half wants the family connection. I also worry about what do I will tell people in the future. I mean, do I tell them that I have amnesia and can't remember?"
"No, you tell them the truth when you feel you can trust them. I assume that you're also referring to the possibility of meeting another man?" asked Margaret.
"It is a quandary. I mean, if I meet someone else, do I tell him? I know I have to, but when?"
"I don't have an exact answer, just that you'll know when it is right. You must be honest. If they love you, then it won't matter," replied Margaret.
"I know. It's not like it's an issue that I have to worry about right now. But I know it will come up, someday. I'm only twenty, and I know Sherman wouldn't want me to spend the rest of my life in mourning," explained Celeste.
"When it happens, I'll be here for you," replied Margaret.
"Thanks. Well, I need to get home. Tonight, Ina is going to teach us how to make fajitas. Would you like to join us?"
"I appreciate the offer, but I'm having dinner with an old family friend. I'll see you when you get back from Washington," answered Margaret.
"I'll be sure to tell you everything! I love you!" exclaimed Celeste as she hugged Margaret.
"I love you too, dear. Take care. Good bye to you too, Spirit."
Spirit wagged her tail and gave Margaret a sloppy kiss across her face.
Celeste walked back along the shore, occasionally tossing the Frisbee for Spirit. It would be nice to have some photos of the family, she thought. However, she didn't want to have to sue her parents to get some photos. Celeste thought about it the whole way home. She felt that, one way or another, she would have to resolve this conflict with her parents.
Chapter 58
After dinner, Tina, Brenda, and Celeste were in the recreation room. At least once a week, they held a group session, where any topic was open.
"I have a question for you, Tina. How did you stand all those men... touching you?" asked Brenda. She was petting Violet, who was purring loudly in her lap.
"Touching?" laughed Tina. "You mean all those men having sex with me? Sorry, I know you didn't want to hurt my feelings. It was awful. I couldn't resist and, due to the conditioning, I really wanted them."
"How many men were you with?" asked Brenda.
"Believe it or not, I actually kept track. When Jack owned me, I had sex with 36 different men and 12 women. Most were his employees and business associates that he was blackmailing. I then worked in the club in Tokyo for 18 months. During the first six months, I had sex with 130 different men. After that, I had regular customers. I served six men and that covered my quota," explained Tina. "Oh, I also was with 17 women."
"Your quota?" asked Celeste.
"Yes. Once you graduated to the upper levels of being a club girl you had an amount of money that you had to earn each week. If you consistently failed to meet the quota, you were sent back to work the bar. So it was very important to keep my regulars happy, no matter what they wanted to do," continued Tina.
"I hate to ask what they wanted," stated Brenda.
"Most just wanted sex, either oral or anal. Of course, some wanted to give me oral too. Most of the Japanese men went nuts over my big breasts. A few had kinky tastes. One guy had me dress up as schoolgirl from his favorite anime series. Everything had to be exactly the same as in the book. A couple of the men were into bondage and discipline too. Thankfully, the club owners didn't allow them to hurt us," explained Tina.
"Were they all men?" asked Brenda.
"No. One of my regulars was a woman. She tried to buy me several times from the club owner, but I was too profitable to sell," remarked Tina.
"Yet, Nancy said that the club owner gave you up without a fight when the authorities came for you. I wonder why he did that?" asked Celeste.
"The clubs are all supposed to be legitimate, yet most are owned by the Yakuza - that's the Japanese Mafia - and they don't want any problems. It was strictly a business deal to them," replied Tina.
"Aren't you worried that they might try to come after you?" asked Brenda.
Tina shook her head. "No, I wasn't that important to them and besides the Japanese police consider my abduction to be a closed case."
"In other words, there are plenty of other girls like you out there," stated Celeste.
"And no one is making a fuss over them," added Tina.
"I wish I didn't know how sick the world really is," sighed Brenda.
"I'm glad that I do. It also gives me an incentive to do something about it," stated Celeste.
"Why did you keep count?" interrupted Brenda.
"I'm not sure. I guess it was my way of keeping time. It's strange, but while most of what I did seems almost like a dream, I can remember the exact number of people that I serviced," answered Tina.
"I'm amazed you can talk about all this so calmly," remarked Celeste.
"It wasn't me that did all those things. I look at it as if I was possessed or something like that. I'm no longer that person, just like I'm no longer Phillip. I'm now Tina Lennox, and what matters now is the life that I'm living. Look, I know what happened, but I have to move on. If I were to dwell on everything I did, I would go nuts!"
"I admire you, Tina. I wish I was as strong as you," Brenda remarked.
"It's inside you too. You were brainwashed worse than any of us were and you broke out of it. It would have been very easy for you to stay a maid. Instead, you fought your way back," replied Tina.
"I think we're all strong. We survived and now have our whole lives to look forward to," added Celeste.
"It isn't that bad, even if I look like an escapee from the Playboy Mansion," quipped Tina, as she arched her back and pushed her chest out.
Brenda and Celeste broke out in laughter.
"I thought you didn't mind your present appearance?" asked Brenda.
"I accept it, I never said I didn't mind. Anyway, I can use this to my advantage, as female piano players are in vogue now."
"I just want you both to know that there'll always be a position for you in my foundation," stated Celeste.
"I like that. I think I'd like to help somehow. It'd be a way to pay back for what is being done for me," commented Brenda.
"I'd like to help, especially with any kid forced into the sex trade," added Tina. "So, when do you leave for DC?"
"Tomorrow morning," answered Celeste.
"You going to stop in and see your parents?" asked Tina.
"No, the restraining order is still in effect; besides I don't think they'd be happy to see me," remarked Celeste.
"It might do them good to be pissed off," smiled Tina.
"Maybe on my next trip. I'll bring you along as my bodyguard," joked Celeste.
"Deal!"
Chapter 59
Celeste was filled with conflicting emotions as her jet landed at Dulles Airport, outside of Washington, DC. There was the anxiety of returning to the area where she had grown up and which was still home to her two hostile parents. However, this was overridden by the joy of seeing her friends.
As she stepped off the jet, she was pleasantly surprised to see Ally waiting for her. They hugged as they greeted each other.
"What did you do, flash your badge?" asked Celeste.
"Of course. I told them I was picking up a suspect," quipped Ally.
"What am I suspected of?" asked Celeste.
"Being my sister!"
After picking up Celeste's bags, they headed out to Ally's car.
"I can't believe how much warmer it is down here, also much more humid," remarked Celeste.
"I miss the more consistent weather of Southern California. This is my second summer here, and I'm still not used to it," replied Ally.
"How's your shoulder doing?" asked Celeste, as she put her case in Ally's trunk.
"So-so. I may need more surgery and I'm not looking forward to that. I'm getting an MRI next week. The good news is that my doctor thinks that, if I get the operation, I'll get up to 90% mobility in my shoulder," explained Ally.
"Is that the best that they think you'll get?" asked Celeste.
"Unfortunately, yes. The damage was very extensive," replied Ally.
They got in the car and headed into town. "Carol is looking forward to seeing you. We're barbecuing tonight out on the deck," stated Ally.
"Are the Williams coming over?" asked Celeste.
"Of course! Beth has been excited ever since I told her you were coming down. She's been working as an intern in the agency this summer. Actually, intern isn't a good word, she's practically a full agent."
"I must admit that the opportunity to see all of you was the main reason that I came down here," confessed Celeste.
"I'm happy to see you too," answered Ally.
"What about your other surgery?" asked Celeste.
"Pushed back Depends upon my shoulder" smiled Ally.
"How does Carol feel about you getting the surgery?"
"She's 100% supportive. We've talked about it and whether or not it would change our relationship. Carol told me that she loves me, regardless of what's between my legs. However, she also wants me to feel whole, so she is behind me all the way."
"What about your job?" asked Celeste.
"Of course I'll be away from work for a while, but they understand that, and my supervisor fully supports me."
"Does your health plan cover it?" asked Celeste.
"No. Thankfully, I have some money set away and that will cover some of it. The rest we're going to finance," replied Ally.
"No, you're not. I'm going to pay for your surgery," stated Celeste.
Ally glanced over and shifted her gaze back to the road. "That's very generous, but...."
"No argument. I want to help you. What good is it to have lots of money if you can't help your friends?" replied Celeste.
"Thank you, very much. I just wish you had waited until later to tell me. Could you hand me some Kleenex?" replied Ally.
Celeste could see tears running down Ally's cheeks. Celeste was filled with wonderful warmth of friendship and love. She handed her sister a couple tissues.
"Thank you," replied Ally.
They arrived at Ally and Carol's townhouse and walked in. Carol and Celeste hugged. Ally then told Carol about Celeste's generous offer.
"This calls for a toast!" exclaimed Carol. "Celeste, do you drink champagne?"
"Yes, I love it! Although I don't turn twenty-one until September," Celeste confessed.
"I think we can ignore that for this sort of celebration," remarked Carol with a sly smile.
They were just about to open the bottle when the Williams arrived. Another round of greeting occurred and then the bottle of champagne was opened. Maggie even relented and let Beth have a glass.
"I forgot how good this was," remarked Beth, under her breath. Ally heard her and gave her a slight nudge in the ribs.
During dinner, they caught up on what had been going on in each other's lives.
"I think your foundation idea is marvelous!" remarked Maggie. "There aren't enough places for LGBT youth. I've read horror stories about what happens to them in the regular social system."
"I don't expect to fix all the problems, but I want to do my part. I look at it as my way of paying society back," stated Celeste.
"Every bit will help," added Ally.
"So when does this ceremony occur?" asked Celeste.
"Tomorrow at eleven. Afterwards, the Director wants to have lunch with you," stated Ally.
"Will you be there?" asked Celeste.
"Just for the ceremony," smiled Ally. "Lunch will be just you and the Director."
"I guess I should be honored," stated Celeste.
"Celeste, how long will you be down here?" interrupted Beth.
"I fly back Sunday afternoon. I was hoping I could talk you into a little shopping trip on Saturday."
"That won't be hard!" quipped Steve. "You might as well ask a bird if it wants to fly!"
"Carol, Ally, Maggie, you want to join us?" asked Celeste.
They all nodded.
"Hmm, I wasn't asked. I suspect sexual discrimination!" quipped Steve.
"You're welcome to join us," remarked Celeste.
"Yes, we'll need someone to hold our purses when we go in the changing room!" added Maggie.
"Hmmm, that sounds so appealing, but I think I'll pass," replied Steve with a laugh.
"Your loss!" added Carol.
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"I can't believe how nervous I am," remarked Celeste as she finished up her makeup. She was wearing a tan silk suit and white blouse.
"The Director has that effect on people. Be glad you don't work for him!" replied Ally, who was standing in the doorway. "By the way, you look impeccable, as usual!"
"Thanks. I'm a graduate of the Simon School of Style."
They both laughed.
"Is Carol going to be there?" asked Celeste.
"Yes, along with Steve, Maggie, and Beth. Also, my boss Robert Ledyard, and Jenna," replied Ally.
"I've been looking forward to meeting Jenna. I've heard so much about her from Nancy," stated Celeste.
"She is really nice. She's been my therapist for the last year."
"Well?" asked Celeste as she turned around and presented herself to Ally.
"Perfect!"
When they arrived at the agency, Ally led Celeste in. A security badge was waiting for her and within a few minutes she was waiting outside the Director's office with her friends.
"Celeste, this is Robert Ledyard," introduced Ally.
"I'm very pleased to meet you, Celeste," stated Robert.
"Thank you," replied Celeste.
"Here comes Jenna," announced Beth.
"So, we finally meet in person. I feel like I already know you," greeted Jenna with a smile. "Nancy has told me so much about you."
"I know how you feel. I'm happy we finally get to meet face-to-face," replied Celeste.
The door opened and they all walked in. Celeste saw a large imposing man sitting behind a large antique mahogany desk. She tried to guess his age, but couldn't. He possessed a sense of power that filled the room. In some ways, he reminded her of Sherman.
He stood up, walked over to Celeste, and cracked a slight smile. "I'm pleased you excepted my invitation, Mrs. Farnsworth."
"Please sir, call me Celeste."
He just nodded. "Robert, you have the certificate?"
Robert handed him a folder. The Director opened it up and proceeded to read it out loud. It expressed the official thanks of the agency to Celeste for her assistance in the recovery of substantial hidden funds and for the use of her home. . It also acknowledged the effects of her personal support and encouragement in the rehabilitation of other crime victims.
Celeste was feeling a strange mixture of pride and embarrassment. It was nice to be recognized, but she didn't think what she had done was that great. She never noticed that the whole ceremony was being videotaped.
"Let me add my personal thanks for everything you've done, Celeste" stated the Director, as he handed her the certificate.
"Thank you, sir," replied Celeste, as she took the certificate from him.
"Agent Burns, I will notify you when Celeste and I are finished with our luncheon," stated the Director.
"Yes, sir," replied Ally. She gave Steve a look and he nodded in acknowledgement.
Celeste glanced at the photos that hung on the wall of the Director's office and one caught her eye. She decided to wait until they were alone before she asked him about it.
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The Director had lunch served in his conference room. It was located off one side of his office.
"I apologize for the accommodations, but I am too well known to eat out," stated the Director. "However, one of the fringe benefits of my position is that I can have the best food brought in. I hope you like crab cakes, these are the best in DC."
"They look delicious," replied Celeste, as she looked at the feast that was laid out on the table.
"I figured that you hadn't had any good crab cakes in a while. They know lobster up there, but not crab," remarked the Director.
"That's true. I'd forgotten how good these are. My family used to get some from a great little place just a few miles from here," replied Celeste. She took a bite of one. "These taste just like I remembered."
The Director told her that they came from that restaurant.
"Thank you. This is very thoughtful," replied Celeste, wondering how he knew.
"It's the least I can do."
"May I ask you a question?"
He nodded.
"Is that a photo of Elliot Torrey on your wall?"
The Director smiled. The young woman was very observant. "Yes, it is. He was my mentor when I first joined the agency. He was a great man."
"That's what I've heard," replied Celeste.
"And how is Margaret doing? I haven't seen her since Anne's funeral," replied the Director.
"She is doing well. She's my neighbor and my friend," answered Celeste, taking another bite of delicious crab cake.
"She's quite a woman herself."
"I agree. She means a lot to me too," replied Celeste.
The Director nodded. "I suppose she wouldn't mind if I told you some stories about Elliot and her."
For the next hour, the Director told Celeste some very exciting and humorous stories regarding her neighbor and her late husband. Celeste wasn't sure if everything the Director said was the truth, but it didn't matter.
"Well, young lady, I'd better let you go. Thank you again for everything you're done for us," stated the Director. He glanced at his watch. "Agent Burns may be still on an assignment I gave her, so I'll arrange for Agent Beth Williams to meet you outside."
Celeste followed him back into his office. She was about to exit when she turned suddenly and kissed him on his cheek.
"Thank you for everything you've done for me. I can't tell you how much I appreciate the fact that you let me go on with my life," stated Celeste.
The Director just nodded and grinned slightly. After Celeste left his office, he sat down at his desk and opened the side drawer and pulled out a faded black and white photograph. On the back was the date November 17, 1965. He turned it over and looked at the image. It showed two soldiers in ragged combat gear, standing next to each other. Each had one arm around the shoulder of the other and they were holding their rifles in their other hands. They both had huge smiles on their faces, even though both were bandaged in various parts of their bodies. They were smiling because they had just survived a major battle in the Ia Drang Valley of Viet Nam.
"Well, Sherman, I can understand why you found her so special," said the Director, as he stared at the photo. "I don't condone you buying her. But, don't worry, old buddy, she'll be okay. I owe you that." He then placed the photo back in the drawer and closed it.
Chapter 62
As Beth took Celeste down to the operations center, Ally and Steve were across town. They were sitting in the living room of an upper middleclass home in Virginia. Sitting across from them were a well-dressed woman and a Colonel of the United States Air Force.
"I want to thank you both for taking time from your busy schedules to talk to us," stated Ally, barely holding back her sarcasm.
"What is this all about?" asked the woman in an annoyed tone.
"Mrs. Green, we are here because we would like to talk to you about your daughter," stated Ally.
"Please call me Dr. Green," snapped back the woman.
Ally didn't feel she deserved the honor of being called doctor. "I'll try to remember that.....Mrs. Green."
"We don't have a daughter," interrupted the man, angrily.
"Colonel, there is no need to raise your voice to me," retorted Ally. "As I was saying, we need to talk about your daughter."
"We had a son and he's dead. That... person up in New York is not our child anymore. Why can't you leave us alone? We've suffered enough," replied Mrs. Green.
"You've suffered? Your child was the one who was abducted, sexually and mentally abused. Now you won't even give her the time of day? I don't think you understand what is going on here," stated Ally. Ally was trying to stay calm, but her anger was starting to show in the tone of her voice.
"That may be true, but Jeremy betrayed our trust. You wouldn't believe the disgusting things we found in his room. I wouldn't be surprised if he went of his own free will," grumbled Mrs. Green.
"Jeremy was abducted against his will. His being transgendered had nothing to do with it. The people who abducted him didn't know he was transgendered," explained Ally.
"Ha!" replied Col. Green.
Steve glared at him.
Noticing the intimidating look, Colonel Green felt uneasy. "What are you here for, to protect her?"
"No. I'm here to protect you from her," answered Steve, barely cracking a slight smile. "Stop interrupting and let her finish."
There was a deafening silence in the room.
"What concerns me is the speed with which you had Jeremy declared legally dead and that you cashed in his college fund. We're investigating several abductions related to Jeremy's case, in which the parents actively assisted the abductors. Your conduct has been suspect, to say the least," explained Ally.
"You don't think we helped those people take Jeremy?" asked a shocked Col. Green.
"What I think doesn't matter. There will have to be an investigation. I'm afraid that we'll have to interview your friends and coworkers. We need to make sure that no stone is left unturned," continued Ally. "Additionally, there is the financial issue. Your actions could look like attempted fraud. Part of the investigation will be a through check of your fiancés. The IRS is standing by to assist us. "
"That would ruin us!" exclaimed Mrs. Green.
"You can't do this!" shouted Col. Green. He began to stand up.
"Sit down, Major," ordered Steve, as he flashed his famous threatening grin.
Col. Green stared at Steve. He immediately realized this was a warning, and not a lack of knowledge of military rank. Could they actual lower his rank, he wondered?
"What do you want?" asked Col. Green meekly, sitting back down on the couch.
"You will establish contact with Celeste. You will drop the legal barriers. You will allow her access to family medical history. You will provide her with family photos," stated Ally firmly. "These are not requests, they are demands, and they are not subject to negotiation."
"Is that all?" asked Mrs. Green very sarcastically.
"No. You will watch the following video," answered Ally. Ally wanted to say "You will watch the following video, Bitch!" but kept her cool.
They watched the tape of Celeste's award ceremony. Celeste's parents watched in stunned silence.
When the tape was over, Ally spoke. "You have no idea of what a fine young woman your child has become. She is brave, intelligent, and generous. In spite of everything you've done, she still loves you. Personally, I don't think you deserve contact with her, as she is a better person than either of you could ever hope to be."
There was no response from the Greens.
"If you fail to cooperate with her, the investigation will begin immediately," added Ally. "That's not a threat, it's a promise."
"We will provide the photos and access to family records. I'll allow phone calls, but I don't want that person in our home," announced Mrs. Green.
Ally shook her head in disgust. In spite of herself, her temper came out. "That person is your child! You're a very selfish and narrow-minded person. Just remember that, if you go back on this agreement your lives are going to get very complicated."
"Was that young woman really Jeremy?" asked Col. Green softly. He was staring at the screen.
"Yes, in a way. Her name is Celeste now," answered Ally. "After a great deal of counseling, and with the approval of two qualified psychotherapists, she voluntarily chose to have sex reassignment surgery. Only then did she marry and begin a sexual relationship with the late Sherman Farnsworth."
He just nodded and continued to stare at the blank TV screen.
"Since Mr. Farnsworth's death, and with the arrest of the Simons and the recovery of many of the kidnapped teens, Celeste has decided to dedicate a major piece of her inherited wealth to the creation of a foundation to assist and support transgendered teens who have been abused and/or denied the support of their families. Your child is not even 21 yet, and she's already well on her way to making more of a contribution to society as a whole than you two can ever hope to do."
Steve and Ally departed, leaving the Greens to contemplate their actions.
On the way back to the office, Steve turned to Ally. "What do you think?"
"They'll do what we've asked. The mother is a real bitch. However, I have some hope for the father. I noticed that he was really moved by seeing Celeste."
"I agree. I always thought it was the mother who would be the most supportive," replied Steve. "By the way, you were good in there."
"Thanks. I just did what I thought you'd do!"
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"You really talked to my parents?" asked a shocked Celeste.
"Yes. The Director ordered us there. You've made a real impact on him," replied Ally.
They were driving home to change and pick up Carol. Then they were joining the Williams for dinner.
"How did they react when they saw me on the video?" asked Celeste. "Please be honest."
"Your mother showed no emotion whatsoever. Your father seemed moved. There might be hope there," replied Ally.
Celeste sat there in silence. In a very small voice she said, "That would be nice."
Ally's heart really went out to Celeste. All she wanted was a relationship with her parents. Ally also felt anger and resentment towards the Greens, especially towards Mrs. Green.
"So they will send me some photos?" asked Celeste, regaining her composure.
"That's what they promised. They know that I'll start the investigation of their lives if they don't," replied Ally.
"I'm not sure I like the idea of you having to threaten my parents," stated Celeste.
"Sometimes it comes down to threats. Reason and compassion didn't work. They have to see that their professional lives are not worth losing due to their pettiness. If it makes you feel any better, we've done this with a few other parents of the abducted teens," answered Ally.
"How can parents be so cruel?" asked Celeste.
"Jenna said that many project the victim status to themselves instead of their child," stated Ally. "They get so hung up on the possible embarrassment and publicity if their own names are associated with the crimes against teens that they totally ignore the consequences for their children."
"You're lucky that your parents accept you," remarked Celeste.
"I know. Mom said that she wasn't all that surprised. Dad was more upset that I became a law enforcement officer, he's got a streak of hippie in him," replied Ally, with a slight laugh.
"And they accept your relationship with Carol?"
"Yes. They love Carol. To make it even more interesting, Carol's parents are totally cool with me too! In fact, they're inviting Carol and I and my parents to their home for Thanksgiving this year."
"I'm very envious of what you have, Ally," stated Celeste.
Ally nodded. "Still, it sounds like you're building a nice life for yourself. I mean you've even got a dog now!"
Celeste laughed. "And quite a dog Spirit is! I can't wait until you meet her. Don't forget about Violet the cat. Even though she's Brenda's pet, she's one of the family too." Celeste then reached into her purse and took out several photos of Spirit and Violet. When they stopped in front of Ally's home she then handed them to Ally.
Ally looked at the photos and smiled, "I noticed you said family."
Celeste nodded. "You're right. Instead of beating myself up for what I don't have, I should be grateful for what I have."
Chapter 64
Carol, Ally, and Celeste met the Williams at a local Chinese restaurant. They agreed to order different entrées and to share them.
"I've always enjoyed going with a large group to a good Chinese restaurant," stated Ally.
"I agree. It allows you to try stuff that you might not order yourself," added Maggie
"So you really have a dog now?" Beth asked Celeste.
"Yes, she is wonderful," replied Celeste.
"Will you bring her to college?' asked Beth.
"Of course! We're still on for next year, right?" asked Celeste.
"Absolutely! My counselor said that I'm a shoo-in to be accepted at Penn," bragged Beth.
"I've been accepted too. Amazing what a financial contribution can do!" laughed Celeste.
"Don't sell yourself short, Celeste. Remember, I saw your academic records," stated Ally. "You had a pretty high GPA."
"I know. Oh, my lawyer is finishing up the offer on a building in Philly. It's close to campus and is in a very safe neighborhood," added Celeste.
The food arrived and they began to pass it around.
"What is it? A townhouse?" asked Steve, as he scooped some Szechuan shrimp onto his plate.
"Actually, it's a four-story factory building that is being converted to condominiums. I'll be buying the whole building and Beth and I will use the entire top floor as our place. They should be finished with the renovation next spring. The other six units will be put on the market after I buy it. Sherman always said to invest in real estate," explained Celeste. She was eyeing the plate of Kung Pao chicken that was slowly making its way towards her.
"How many rooms will our unit have?" asked Beth excitedly.
"Three bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a huge kitchen/living room area. Lots of big closets too. It also has a large balcony and, most importantly, there is a garage!" described Celeste.
"It sounds great," replied Beth, passing a large bowl of steamed vegetables to Carol.
"It's very generous of you, Celeste," remarked Maggie.
"Actually, it's very selfish of me. I can't imagine going to college alone. This way I'll have company," smiled Celeste.
"I think the three of us will get along famously!" proclaimed Beth.
"The three? Oh yes, I forgot about Spirit. I would like to meet this dog that will be sharing a home with my daughter. I mean what do we know of her past?" quipped Steve.
That brought on a round of laughter. It was a wonderful evening and was exactly what Celeste needed. Family may be important, but one could never underestimate having great friends.
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The shopping trip was a major success. Celeste was just happy to be with her friends.
"How long do you think it will be until the other girls will be moving out," asked Beth.
"It's hard to say. There is no rush as far as I'm concerned. They're my sisters. Nancy wants us to become more involved socially. Brenda and Tina both have reestablished relationships with their parents. They're also looking at college too. Beth, I know you'd like them," stated Celeste.
"I'd like to get to know them," replied Beth. "What about Dot?"
"I really don't know her. From what Nancy has told me, she's improving. At least now she doesn't want to be with the Matron. She's also wearing clothes now! Nancy told me that she'll soon be taking her for walks along the shore and then start providing her with opportunities to join in on our family activities. Still, she has a long way to go. I really feel sorry for her. She can stay at my home until she is better."
"That's really kind," replied Beth.
"Thanks. Changing the topic, are you enjoying your summer?" asked Celeste
"I've been working in Ally's department, and I love it. I definitely plan on applying to the agency when I graduate college. I can't even imagine doing anything else!" exclaimed Beth.
"That's wonderful. Just be careful!" replied Celeste.
"Always! Actually, I want to get into profiling. It's really fascinating."
"I wish we could start college this fall, instead of waiting another year," sighed Celeste.
"I feel the same way. High school is going to be so boring!" concurred Beth.
"What about your boyfriend?" asked Celeste, with a wink.
"Maybe it won't be that boring! Kevin's out of town for the summer and I can't wait to see him again," replied Beth.
"I'd like to meet him someday," stated Celeste.
"You're always welcome down here," interrupted Maggie.
"Thanks. I appreciate hearing that," replied Celeste.
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The rest of the trip passed by way too quickly, and before Celeste knew it, she was on a jet back home. Michael met her at the airport and drove her back to the house. She couldn't wait to tell everyone about her trip, especially Margaret.
Spirit was waiting for Celeste at the front door and gave her an enthusiastic greeting. Celeste was pleased to find her sisters in the recreation room. Tina was sitting in one of the recliners. Brenda was sitting on the couch with Violet in her lap. Celeste walked in with Spirit by her side. She glanced over and saw that Nancy and Gwen were sitting in the back of the room.
"Well, look who's back!" exclaimed Brenda.
"When Spirit took off a few minutes ago, I knew you were home. Welcome back!" greeted Tina.
Celeste sat down on the couch next to Brenda and held out the certificate that the Director gave her. Tina reached over, took it, and read it out loud. Everyone applauded when Tina finished reading it.
"I think we should get a part of this award. After all, if we weren't such a problem you never would have been recognized!" quipped Tina.
"I think you should send a copy of it to Margo Simon!" added Brenda with a sly smile on her face.
That caused them all to break out in laughter.
"I have a question, are any of you still afraid of her?" asked Brenda. "I know that I'd be afraid to be in a room with her."
"I'm be more afraid of what I'd do to her," replied Tina.
"I'm kinda in between. I'd love to face her, but she's the devil. I cringe when I think of the power she had over me," added Celeste.
"I think it's great that you found her hidden funds," continued Tina, "and I look forward to spending my share of them. My mom sent me information about the school I want to go to in Boston and the tuition is rather steep. I also want to have my own piano."
"I can top that. Margo is going to pay for my SRS and college tuition!" announced Brenda.
"Actually, you all will be getting a version of a trust fund that should last your entire life," reminded Celeste.
"Are you getting some of the money for you foundation?" asked Brenda.
"Yes, although I want to get contributions from the public too. I think it's important to have others aware of the problem of abused transgendered youth," stated Celeste.
"I definitely want to work there," stated Brenda firmly.
"I was hoping you'd say that," replied Celeste with a smile.
"Mainly I want to help, but I know that I'll never really get over what Margo did to me. I want a safe place to work, where I don't have to worry about someone taking advantage of me ever again. I know that I can trust you and anyone you hire, Celeste," confessed Brenda. "I was submissive before I was abducted, and it was used against me. I never want to be in a situation where someone in control abuses me."
"I hope I live up to your high expectations," replied Celeste. "By the way, don't sell yourself short!"
"Group hug!" exclaimed Brenda and she grabbed Celeste and pulled her close. Tina joined in, as did Spirit, who never passed up the opportunity to show some affection.
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"I'm so happy you had such a lovely visit with your friends down in DC, dear," stated Margaret.
She was sitting next to Celeste on the deck of her house. Spirit was asleep by their feet.
"By the way, the Director told me some very interesting stories," replied Celeste, with a sly smile on her face.
"Humph! That man always had a big mouth," replied Margaret in mock anger.
Her act didn't fool Celeste. "He spoke very highly of Elliot. I could tell that he was totally genuine."
Margaret smiled. "I know, dear. I've known Ted for many years and in many ways he is as close as any of my actual children."
"Ted? From what Ally told me, I didn't think he had a first name!"
Margaret laughed. "I've known him since Elliot recruited him out of the Army in 1967. Since Elliot passed away, we've had dinner together once a month. He's a good man."
"Did he arrange our initial meeting?" asked Celeste.
"No. That was one of those cosmic rolls of the dice. Sometimes things do happen due to chance," replied Margaret.
"I suppose so. Either way, I'm happy we're together," replied Celeste.
Chapter 68
A week later a package arrived addressed to Celeste. It contained photographs of her childhood and her family. Celeste called the family together to show them off. They sat around the dining room table as Celeste spread out the photos.
"I'm pleased that they kept their word," stated Nancy.
"The box was addressed by my father, I recognize his handwriting," stated Celeste.
"That's you?" exclaimed Tina, as she held a photo. It showed a small child in a tiger costume.
"That was at Halloween. I think I was seven," stated Celeste, who began to blush.
"You made a cute tiger," added Tina, showing the picture to Brenda, who started giggling.
"Who's this?" asked Nancy, holding up a photo of an older man.
"That was my grandfather. I'm so happy they included a photo of him!" exclaimed Celeste. "He was always so nice to me."
"No offense, Celeste, but you look like a girl in most of these photos," stated Tina.
"Thank you!" replied Celeste with a laugh.
The others joined in.
"You know, you should send your parents some photos in return," suggested Brenda.
"That's a great idea," concurred Tina.
"What do you think, Nancy?" asked Celeste.
"I don't see any harm in it," replied Nancy.
"I have some copies of some good shots that I can send off today. Who knows? They might even look at them!" laughed Celeste.
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Nancy was sitting at her desk typing out her weekly report to Jenna on the status of the teens. Overall, she was pleased with the progress of Brenda, Tina, and Celeste. Dot still had a long way to go.
At least Dot was over her aversion to clothing. Sarah had also made progress in Dot's sexual behavior. However, she still had very low self-esteem. As hard as they tried, they couldn't get her interested in anything regarding her future. Sarah recommended that they set that aside for the immediate future. The plan was to integrate Dot into the family structure. For now, that meant that Dot ate dinner with the other girls a few nights a week. The other girls readily accepted her into the group. The problem was that Dot still feared the return of Margo and seemed constantly on guard. She seemed afraid to loosen up.
Nancy asked Ally if she could send her a videotape of Margo in her cell to prove to Dot that the Matron wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Maybe this would help Dot make a recovery.
Dot had also begun to take an interest in reading again and Sarah provided her with books of her favorite writers.
Nancy was also searching for someone, anyone, from Dot's past that she could trust. She called Dot's school and talked to several teachers. They provided her with a list of Eric's friends. The problem was locating them, as they'd all graduated and moved on to college. Nancy asked Jenna for help in locating them. Hopefully one of them would be willing to come out to the estate and meet with Dot. This was a tough case, but neither Nancy nor Sarah was planning on giving up, even if it took years. Thanks to Celeste, Dot had a safe and nurturing place to stay until she recovered, thought Nancy.
Chapter 70
Six weeks later Celeste was working in her office. Spirit was asleep on the floor by her feet. Celeste was reviewing the paperwork for the formation of her foundation. Thanks to Margaret, Celeste had made some great connections.
The cocktail party had been a total success. There was a lot of money pledged, but more importantly Celeste picked up several people for the board of directions. An old friend of Margaret's named Mrs. Lincoln, seemed very eager to participate. She told Celeste about her brother who was a crossdresser, and she promised to help organize fundraising in New York City. Apparently, she had a lot of connections in both the fashion and entertainment industry.
Celeste had also narrowed down the possible locations for the home. She was very interested in the Golden Hill area of Pennsylvania. Mrs. Lincoln had suggested that she check it out. Celeste discovered that the town had a reputation for being very tolerant of transgendered teens. She was amazed to read about a scholarship program that existed at the local high school, designed to promote gender understanding. The other choices included an old church property in northern New Jersey and a closed summer-camp in Connecticut. This would be the first decision of the board. She was very pleased that Jenna had agreed to be on the board. A meeting of the board had been tentatively scheduled for the following week.
What was missing was the proper name for the organization. Then it struck Celeste out of the blue; she had the perfect name for the foundation. She typed it out on her keyboard and stared at it for a long time. The longer she looked at it, the more she liked it. The name for it would be "The Shirley Farnsworth Foundation." Somewhere Sherman was smiling, thought Celeste.
She sent this off to her lawyer and got up to fix a cup of tea. Spirit figured that if Celeste was going to the kitchen, she might get a snack and followed. As Celeste walked past the conservatory, she heard the delightful sound of Tina's piano playing. Celeste then heard the sound of Gwen's saxophone. It made for an interesting blues duet, thought Celeste. She paused for a second to listen, and then continued on her way to the kitchen, followed by Spirit.
Brenda almost ran her over. "Sorry, Celeste. I'm late for my driving lesson. Michael is waiting for me!"
Celeste smiled and silently said a prayer for the citizens of Southampton as she watched Brenda run gleefully down the hallway. She also made a note to give Michael a bonus; he deserved it after teaching both Tina and Brenda to drive.
Celeste was halfway to the kitchen when she heard the doorbell ring. "I'll get it," she announced and walked over to the front door. She opened the door and, to her utter amazement, saw her father standing there.
They looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity before either spoke a word.
"Hi," greeted Celeste softly, breaking the silence. She stared at him. He looked so much older than she remembered. His hair was thinner and mostly gray now. His face had a weariness that she had never seen in him, as she remembered him being so energetic.
"Hi," he replied, looking rather sheepish. "Jer...Celeste, I was wondering if I you'd let me come in. I would like to talk to you."
Celeste nodded and motioned him in. Spirit greeted him with a sniff and he petted her back. Spirit responded with a vigorous tail wagging.
"Nice dog," he said.
"Her name is Spirit," stated Celeste.
They walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. Spirit sat down next to Celeste and plopped her head down in Celeste's lap, as if she could sense that Celeste needed her strength and support.
"I have so much I want to say to you," stated her father.
Celeste nodded and waited. Inside she was trembling like a leaf, wondering what he wanted. She began to stroke Spirit's coat.
"I don't know where to begin," he stated. This was followed by a long pause. "I know that I was never the best father, and I put too much pressure on you. I know that now."
Celeste began to nervously bite her lower lip as she listened to her father's words.
"I know that I failed you at your hour of greatest need. I was so wrapped up in what I thought others might think of me that I never thought of how you must have felt," continued her father. "That Agent Burns looks younger than you do, but she sure knows how to make a guy sit up and pay attention to what really counts."
Celeste wondered where this was all going.
"I've watched that video tape so many times that I almost have it memorized. I keep looking at you and am amazed at what a beautiful young woman you are. You have become a person that any parent would be proud of, and I was too angry and stupid to see it. I felt betrayed because you weren't my image of the son I wanted, when I should have been ecstatic that you were my daughter."
Celeste focused on his eyes and saw that they were tearing up.
"Celeste, I am so proud of you. Not because of the award, but because you fought so hard, not to just survive, but to thrive. I was blind not to see that it doesn't require a macho exterior to have the inner strength and determination to overcome all obstacles. Your friends were right; you're a better person than I can ever hope to be. I know that you can never forgive my stupidity, and that I have no right to call myself your father. I don't want anything from you, I just hope we can be friends," stated her father softly.
Celeste lost it and lunged over and hugged him. Her initial action caught him off guard, but he quickly recovered and wrapped his arms around her. He could hear her saying something between the sobs. She said, "I love you, Dad."
"I love you too, Celeste," he responded, as he hugged her back.
After a while they separated. Celeste wiped the tears away from her eyes. "What will Mother think of you coming up here?"
"I don't know, or even care. We've been separated for almost a month," he stated.
Celeste stared back in shock.
"Our marriage has been in trouble for several years. Your abduction only delayed the inevitable. She thrived on being the pitied mother. Your return just reopened the old wounds. Then the photos you sent arrived. She was furious that I wanted to keep them. When I told her I wanted to see you, she accused me of betraying her. She told me that if I saw you then she would call her lawyer. I left her the next day. It took me several weeks until I got up the courage to drive up here," he explained.
"What about your career?' asked Celeste.
"I'm retiring. I sent in my letter a few weeks ago. I already have a new job. A consulting company in North Jersey hired me and I start next month."
"So you won't be that far away?"
"No, just a couple of hours," he replied.
"Good," replied Celeste, as she reached over and took his hand in hers.
"I know that we were never close, but I want to give it another try...."
"Dad, I forgive you," interrupted Celeste.
He stared back at her, a slight smile on his face.
"You're my dad, and I want you in my life. I know that it will take time to heal all the wounds, but that's fine. All I've ever wanted was for you to be proud that I was your kid," explained Celeste.
"I won't let you down a second time," he replied. "I'm very proud of you."
They hugged again.
Spirit left the room and returned with her Frisbee in her mouth. She sat in front of Celeste and her dad and then presented the Frisbee to him.
Celeste broke out in a huge smile. "You just got your own award. That means she accepts you too."
"I hope I live up to her expectations," he stated with a smile.
"I think you will. Come on, Dad, I want to introduce you to the rest of my family," replied Celeste.
The End
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