One Two Punch - Chapter Two: "The Bulletin"

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Chapter Two: “The Bulletin”

Heading to work or school as some of my colleagues say, I kept worrying about my debts. I teach history at our school, mainly to Juniors and Seniors. Everything went by fine, I handed my students back their essays, gave a few lectures, the usual. As I go by the bulletin board outside my classroom on my way to lunch, I notice a new bulletin put up in bright orange paper.
I take a look and see that there is going to be a father-son two on two tournament taking place over the next month. I find it somewhat interesting, but nothing interests me more than what I read at the bottom line: “Winning team receives $25,000”. My jaw drops. If only I had a son! Then an idea struck me.
As soon as I get home that evening after school, I go to my closet and pull out an old phone book. I pull it down, looking for the name “Jennifer Widmore”. I fail to find one. I however find a few “J Widmore’s” so I try them, but none of them turn out to be Jennifer’s.
About to give up, I come up with another plan. I then look up the name “Tina Miller” in the phone book and find it. I call it.
“Hello?” the answerer says.
“Hi, is this Tina Miller?” I ask.
“Yes, who is this?” Tina replies.
“This is Mike Hollins, from Lakeview High, do you remember me? I was Jennifer’s boyfriend.”
She laughs. “Oh yeah, Mike. Why are you calling?”
“Well I couldn’t find Jennifer in the phone book and I really need to contact her. Do you happen to know her phone number?” I ask hesitantly.
“Well I don’t know her number but I do know why you can’t find her in the phone book. It’s because she got married and changed her last name.”
A part of me stirs inside, the part of me that hates to see the Trojans lose. “Oh, do you know what it is?” I ask.
“Yeah she married some guy named Paul Carey. They got married five years ago, I was invited to their wedding.”
It stirs even harder. “Well I wasn’t!” I pause, realizing I was being somewhat rude. “Sorry, Tina. Thank you for the information.”
I say goodbye to her and hang up. Well, time to call her. I look up “Jennifer Carey” in the phonebook, and I manage to find a “Paul and Jennifer Carey”. How cute.
I dial their number and after a few rings I get an answer.
“Hello?” the answerer says.
“Hi, is Jennifer there?” I ask.
“This is her.”
“Hey, Jennifer, this is Mike from High School, how are you?” I ask. Just trying to break the ice.
“Mike? What the hell are you doing?”
“I need to talk to you,” I answer. Boy is she mad, but I gotta do this.
“You left me while I was pregnant!” she responds. Boy, women can be mean.
“Yes, I’m sorry, I truly am. I know it’s been a while but I thought maybe you had gotten over it.” Wrong thing to say.
“Gotten over it?! I haven’t even…! She pauses, then in a whisper, “I haven’t even told my husband I have a son yet!”
“Again, I’m sorry,” I respond. What else is there to say?
“Alright, Mike, what do you want?”
“I need to know where our son is.”
“What? Why?”
“To make a long story short, I need a lot of money really soon and if I could meet with him he could really help me out with that.” The words didn’t even sound good coming out of my mouth.
“I’m sorry, Mike, but remember, we made it a closed adoption. We can’t contact him in any way.”
“But do you know where he and his family live?” I ask.
“I don’t know where they live now, but I do know where they lived when they adopted him. Their address is 13023 NE 78th St. Lakeview. Don’t tell them I gave it to you.”
Bingo. I write the address down on a sticky I have nearby. “I won’t. Thank you so much, Jen.”
“Jen? You haven’t called me that since high school.”
“Well, I haven’t done a lot of things with you since high school,” I reply.
“True. If you don’t mind me asking, how did you get my number?”
“Er… I looked it up in the phone book, actually I had to call your high school friend Tina first to find out you got married and changed your name.”
“Oh, okay. Well, goodbye Mike.”
“Bye.” I hang up. Well, if I’m going to go through with this, I might as well do it as soon as I can, which would be this weekend.