do this by myself. I’m goin’ right after school.”
“Okay, but I think you’re nuts. What’re you gonna do? Walk in and sit on their five thousand dollar couch? They probably won’t even let you see her. That is, if she’s still there. She might have already gone. Dari, you may as well hang it up.”
“I can’t. I really care about her, Butch. Rich or not. If she wants me out of her life, she’s going to have to tell me to go.”
“I was afraid you were gonna say that. I sure can’t blame you, though. I’m crazy about Jenny. If it was her, I’d do the same thing.”
After school, Dari went to the garage and his dad let him take the Chevy after he explained that his girl wasn’t in school that day and she might be sick. He didn’t tell his dad what he’d found out about Lia, that she was one of the Trenton’s that everyone in town knew, at least by reputation.
Arriving at the Trenton mansion, Darian brazenly walked up and rang the door bell. A maid finally answered, as he was looking around at the perfectly kept grounds and the driveway that didn’t even have the smallest crack in the pavement. Everything was immaculate, a place he would never be invited and Lia had proved that.
“Is Lia home?” he asked in all innocence. “I missed her at school today.”
“Who is it, Annie?” And a woman who looked as if she‘d just returned home from a beauty shop, dressed in an outfit his mom might wear to church if she could ever afford anything like it, showed herself behind the maid.
“This boy wants to see Mylia, Mrs. Trenton.” And Patience stepped in front of the maid who hurried back through the foyer.
“Who are you, and what do you want with Mylia?” The woman asked suspiciously.
“I’m Darian Wilks, Lia’s boyfriend. She wasn’t in school today and I thought I’d better check on her. Thought she might be sick or something.” Very few people intimidated Dari, but this woman, with her haughty attitude, did so now.
“I’m sorry,” the woman stated facetiously, “but Mylia doesn’t live here. I would have never allowed those Chinks to live in my house. Her mother passed away this morning.” At Darian’s surprised look, she went on. “Did you honestly think she lived here?” And the woman laughed. “Oh, I see. She probably told you she lived here. Chinks will say anything. Lia lived around back with her mother, but as I said, her mother died, and right now I don’t know where she is. My husband called and said he was going to go check on her at the hospital. They’re his relations, not mine. She might still be there.” The nerve of the girl, telling this boy that she lived in this house! She would fix her.
Darian stood there and stared at the woman. How could anyone be so cruel? Especially to someone like Lia. And who was she calling a Chink? All of a sudden, his intimidation turned to anger.
“You’re welcome to go to the apartment over the garage and wait for her if you want. Warren only called me a little while ago and said that May Li had died. It’s about time. She’s been a burden for years.”
Burden? What was this woman talking about? Lia had never said anything about her mom even being sick. Darian’s heart was beating so fast he couldn’t even think. This high falutin’ woman had said that Lia’s mother had died. Oh, my God! What would she be feeling right now? Somehow he had to get to her. “Which hospital?” And she told him Baptist Hospital and he knew exactly where it was and that it was a charity hospital. Dazed, he thanked the woman and she shut the door, practically in his face.
Before he went to the hospital, though, he meant to see this apartment where Lia lived. He was honestly relieved that she didn’t live in that big house. Why did that rich bitch call her a Chink? That didn’t make a whole heck of a lot of sense. Lia’s mother was foreign, but she wasn’t Chinese, and what difference would it make if she were? Was that woman stupid?
Dari took the stairs two at a time to the apartment above the garage where the woman had told him Lia lived. The door was open. Someone hadn’t even taken the time to close it, although it was cold. And the apartment was freezing. Two rooms. Two lousy rooms, and looking into the bathroom, he thought he’d die. Searching for it, he realized there wasn’t even a phone in the place. He looked around, recognized some of her outfits hanging neatly on hangers on nails over a small bed. Lia hadn’t wanted him to know where she lived not because she was rich, but because she was so poor. She would think he wouldn’t want her if he knew. What would make her think he was like that? Oh my God, Lia! And he sat down on her bed to wait for her, his head in his hands.
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