HOME - PENELOPE'S BEDROOM
just don't say anything," Burt said as he carefully stroked her forehead
and attempted not to let his fear show. "Just save your strength and
let me go call the doctor."
began to grow agitated and struggled to speak. "Burton, l-listen to
me. I have to tell you the...t-truth."
He sat there in silence,
looking at her. Was she about to tell him the dark secret that she'd been
hiding from him? Was she about to tell him her real reasons for hating the
Callison family so much? Did it have anything to do with that photograph
of a man he didn't recognize?
"But, I need to call the
B-Burton, there's...there's no time...for t-that." She struggled to
swallow back a tear as she thought about her life. In spite of all the
trauma and tragedy, it had been a happy one. Besides, out of tragedy had
come Burton...her pride and joy. "I have to t-tell you...the
He nodded silently. It
was something she needed to do. Besides, maybe her confession would
finally shed some light on answers to all of the questions that he'd had.
And, if she were finally able to say all that she needed to, there might still
be time to convince her to allow him to phone the hospital.
"Tell, me, Ma," Burt
said softly, trying to fight his fears. "Tell me what you have to
He reached over to her and
gave her frail hand a reassuring squeeze as if urging her to go on.
I'm...what I'm about to...t-tell you...happened a long...long
time...ago." Penelope tried to take a deep breath, but could only let
out an unnerving wheeze.
"It's about...about your
furrowed his brow and looked at her curiosity. "W-what does all of
this have to do with Pa?"
"N-no, Burton. Not
your...not your Pa." She rolled her head away in an attempt to cover
the tears that were filling her eyes.
Did she truly have the
strength to reveal her deepest, darkest secrets? Did she have the strength
to change her son's entire world? She quickly realized that she didn't,
but she also knew that she had no choice and even less time.
"N-no, not about
y-your...Pa." Penelope took a deep, labored breath. The time had
come to finally tell the truth. "This isn't about...him. I-I'm
talking a-about...about your...r-real father..."