One Summer

  stressful, but please try to keep your emotions under control. This is a court of law.”

  Mikki sniffled and settled back in her chair.

  “If your father were to fall ill again while you were living with him, who would take care of the family?”

  “I would.”

  Paterson smiled. “You may not be a child, but you’re also not of legal age to live alone with your brothers.”

  Mikki looked furious. “And Sammy. He’s my dad’s best friend.”

  “Ah, Mr. Duvall. Yes.” Paterson glanced at some notes. “Did you know that after he returned from Vietnam, Mr. Duvall underwent psychiatric counseling and that he also received two drunk-driving citations?”

  Sammy erupted from his chair. “My whole damn unit was ordered to undergo that counseling because we’d done two tours in ’Nam and seen atrocities you never will, slick. And those DUIs were over thirty years ago. Never had a damn one since.”

  The judge smashed his gavel down. “Another outburst like that, sir, and you will be removed from this courtroom.”

  Paterson turned back to Mikki. “So, Mr. Duvall will look after you?”

  “Yes,” Mikki said stubbornly.

  He turned to Drake again and nodded. The TV screen came to life. They watched first as Sammy drove his Harley way too fast and without a helmet. The second scene was Sammy dozing on the beach with a couple of empty beer cans lying next to him as Jackie and Cory played very close to the water.

  “Quite a responsible caretaker,” said Paterson dryly. “Now, Ms. Armstrong, can you tell us what you think your mother’s death did to your father?”

  Jenna jumped to her feet. “Relevance?”

  “We’re trying to determine the conditions of the children’s environment, Your Honor. The state of mind of the surviving parent is highly relevant.”

  “Go ahead.”

  “Ms. Armstrong, please answer the question.”

  “He was devastated. We all were.”

  “Is he still devastated?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Your father has been involved in two fights and been arrested for an assault for which he could go to prison. You saw the video of him throwing things and jumping around in a state of fury, and of your two brothers being left in the care of Mr. Duvall while he was apparently either drunk or asleep. You’ve given testimony that he neglected his three children to work on a lighthouse, resulting in injury to your younger brother. Do you believe those to be the acts of a rational person?”

  “But I told you he’s better now.”

  “So he was worse at some point?”

  “Look, I know what you’re trying to do, but my dad is not crazy, okay? He’s not.”

  “But you’re not qualified to make that judgment, are you? It really is for this court to decide if your father is fit to have custody of his children.”

  Mikki stood again, tears streaming down her face. “My dad is not crazy. He loves us. He is a great dad.”

  Paterson gave her a weak smile. “I’m sure you love your dad.”

  “I do,” Mikki said fiercely.

  “And you’d say anything to protect him.”

  “Yes, I would. I…” Mikki realized her mistake too late.

  “No further questions.”

  As Paterson walked away, Mikki looked at her dad. “I’m sorry, Dad. I’m really sorry.”

  Jack said quietly, “It’s okay, sweetie.” When Jenna rose to question Mikki, Jack put a hand on her arm and shook his head. “No, Jenna, she’s been through enough.”

  “But Jack—”

  “Enough,” said Jack firmly.

  Jenna turned to the judge. “No questions,” she said reluctantly.

  Grubbs looked at Paterson. “Any more witnesses?”

  “Just one, Your Honor, before we rest our case.” Paterson turned toward the table where Jenna was sitting. “We call Jack Armstrong.”

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  Jack was sworn in and settled uncomfortably into the witness box, hitching his suit jacket around him.

  Paterson approached. “Mr. Armstrong, did you know that your illness can cause severe depression and even mental instability?”

  “I don’t have an illness.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I was given a clean bill of health. Look at me. Does it seem to you like I’m dying?”

  Paterson picked up some documents and handed them to the bailiff. “These are opinions from three doctors, all world-class physicians, who state categorically that there is no cure for your illness and that it is fatal one hundred percent of the time.”

  “Then they’ll have to change that to 99.9 percent, won’t they?”

  “Do you blame yourself for your wife’s death, Mr. Armstrong?”

  “A person will always blame themselves, even if they could do nothing to prevent it. It’s just the way we are.”

  “So is that a yes?”

  “Yes.”

  “That must be emotionally devastating.”

  “It’s not easy.”

  “Talk to me about your obsession with the lighthouse.”

  Jenna said, “Objection. Drawing a conclusion.”

  “Sustained.”

  “Tell us about your reasons for working so long and hard on the lighthouse, Mr. Armstrong.”

  Jack furrowed his brow and hunched forward. “It’s complicated.”

  “Do your best,” said Paterson politely.

  “It was her special place,” Jack said simply. “That’s where she’d go when she was a kid. I found some of her things there—a doll, a sign that she’d made that said, ‘Lizzie’s Lighthouse,’ and some other things. And when she was alive she said she wanted to come back to the Palace. I guess me going there instead and fixing it up was a way to show respect for her wishes.”

  “All right. What else?”

  Jack smiled. “Lizzie thought she could see Heaven from the top of the lighthouse.”

  “Heaven?”

  “Yes,” Jack said. “She believed that when she was a little girl,” he added quickly.

  “But you’re an adult. So you didn’t believe that, or did you?”

  Jack hesitated. Jenna glanced at the judge and saw his eyebrows rise higher the longer Jack waited to answer.

  “No, I didn’t. But…” Jack shook his head and stopped talking.

  The lawyer let this silence linger for a bit as he and the judge exchanged a glance.

  “So you wanted to fix up the place?”

  “Yes. The stairs to the lighthouse fell in, and I wanted to repair them. And the light too.”

  “Fix the light? It’s my understanding that the lighthouse in question is no longer registered as a navigational aid.”

  “It’s not. But it stopped working while Lizzie was still there. So I decided to try and repair it.”

  “So let me get this straight, if I can,” said Paterson in a skeptical tone. “You neglected your family so that you could repair a lighthouse that is no longer used as a navigational aid, solely because your wife as a child thought she could see Heaven from there? Let me ask the question again: Did you think you could see Heaven from there?” he asked in a chiding tone.

  “No, I didn’t,” said Jack firmly.

  “We have one more video to show, Your Honor.”

  “All right.”

  Paterson turned to Drake, who worked the controls, and the image appeared on the TV of Jack standing on the catwalk around the lighthouse reading one of his letters to Lizzie.

  “Could you tell us what you’re doing in that picture, Mr. Armstrong?”

  “None of your business,” snapped Jack, who was staring at the TV.

  Jenna stood. “Your Honor, relevance?”

  “Again, state of mind,” replied Paterson.

  “Answer the question,” instructed the judge.

  “It’s a letter,” said Jack.

  “A letter? To whom?”

  “My wife.”

  “But your wife is dec
eased.”

  “I wrote the letters to her before she… before she died. I wrote them when I was sick. I wanted her to have them after… I was gone.”

  “But she can’t read them now. So why were you reading them? You obviously knew what was in them.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with reading old letters. I’m pretty sure people do it all the time.”

  “Perhaps, but not in the middle of the night on top of a lighthouse while small children are alone in the house.”

  “Argumentative,” snapped Jenna.

  “Sustained,” said Grubbs.

  Jack looked at Paterson and said, “I know you’re trying to make it look like I’m nuts. But I’m not. And I’m not unfit to care for my children.”

  “That’s for this court to decide, not you.”

  Jack sat there for a few seconds. The walls of the courtroom seemed to be closing in on him, cutting off his oxygen. His anger, always near the surface ever since Bonnie had filed her lawsuit, now burst to the surface. He looked at Paterson. “Have you ever lost anyone you loved?”

  Paterson looked taken aback but quickly recovered. “I’m asking the questions.”

  Jack now looked directly at Bonnie. “You know how much I loved Lizzie.”

  Paterson said, “Mr. Armstrong, you’re not allowed to do that.”

  Jack ignored him. He stood, his eyes burning into his mother-in-law’s. “I would’ve gladly given my life so that she could have lived. You know that.”

  “Mr. Armstrong,” cautioned the judge.

  “She meant everything to me. But she died.”

  “Mr. Armstrong, sit down!” snapped Grubbs as he smacked his gavel.

  Jack pointed a finger at Bonnie and cried out, “No one feels worse than I do about what happened. No one! It is a living hell for me every day. I lost the only woman I have ever loved. The only person I wanted to share my life with. The best friend I will ever have!” The tears were sliding down Jack’s anguished face.

  The judge barked, “Bailiff!”

  Jack said, “The best things that Lizzie and I ever created were our kids. Our kids. So how dare you try to take away the only parent they have left just because you’re mad at me. How dare you.”

  The bailiff forcibly removed Jack from the courtroom while Bonnie looked on, obviously shocked by his outburst.

  Paterson said, “Nothing further, Your Honor.” He walked back to his chair, barely able to conceal his smile.

  The judge looked critically at Jenna. “Do you have anything to add, counselor?”

  Jenna looked at the distraught kids and then at the judge. “No, Your Honor.”

  The judge said, “I’ll render my judgment on the motion this afternoon.”

  Jack was released from the bailiff’s custody a few minutes later. They didn’t wait at the courthouse but drove back in silence to Channing. They waited in a small room at the back of the Little Bit. They all jumped when Jenna’s cell phone buzzed. She answered the call and listened, and her expression told Jack all he needed to know.

  “The judge granted the motion for temporary custody,” she said.

  And it’s my fault, thought Jack. I’ve lost my family. Again.

  64

  Jack sat on his bed at the Palace holding letter number six in his hand. He hadn’t read it yet. He was thinking about other things.

  No matter what you do, no matter how hard you fight, life sometimes just doesn’t make sense.

  Bonnie and representatives from Social Services were coming this evening to take the kids away from Jack, perhaps forever. He looked down at the letter, then balled it up and threw it down on the bed next to the other five. As he looked out the window, three cars pulled into the driveway of the Palace, including Sheriff Tammie in his police cruiser. Though it was only seven in the evening, the sky was as dark as midnight. A tropical storm was just off the coast, and the wind was beginning to slam the low country with a fury. That was the major reason they were coming tonight. To move the kids farther inland. Jack had put up no fight, principally because he wanted his kids to be safe. The lights kept flickering on and off in the house.

  Someone tapped on his door.

  “Yeah?”

  It was Jenna. “They’re here, Jack,” she said quietly.

  “I know.”

  As Jack came downstairs, he stared at the three packed bags standing next to the front door. Then he looked over at the kids. Cory and Mikki were on the couch crying, and Jackie, not understanding what was going on, was crying too. He clutched his monster truck in one hand and hugged his siblings with the other, his little body quaking.

  Liam simply stood by, not knowing what to do. His big hands clenched and unclenched in his anxiety. Jack went over to his kids and started whispering to them. “It’s going to be okay, I promise. This is only temporary.”

  Jack and Jenna both answered the door. Bonnie, Fred, and the Social Services people stood there with umbrellas in hand.

  “Are the children ready?” one of the Social Services folks asked Jack.

  He nodded, his gaze squarely on Bonnie.

  “Bonnie?” She looked at him, her face flushed. “Do we have to do it this way?”

  “I’m only thinking of the children, Jack.”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “I’m very sure.”

  Sammy, Liam, Jackie, and Cory had joined them on the front porch.

  Cory said, “Grandma, please don’t do this. Please. We want to stay with Dad.”

  One of the Social Services people, a woman, stepped in and said, “This is not the time or place to discuss this. The judge has ruled.” She looked at Jack. “We really want this to go smoothly. And I’m sure you do too, for the sake of the kids.” The woman glanced over her shoulder at Sheriff Tammie, who stood outside his cruiser looking very uncomfortable.

  Sammy eyed Jack, but it was Jenna who stepped forward and said, “We do.” Sammy took a step back, and Jack looked at his two kids. “Okay, guys, you’re going to be back here faster than you can say Jack Rabbit.”

  Cory nodded, but the tears still slid down his face. Jackie looked at Cory and started to tear up again. Jack hugged both of them. “It’s going to be okay,” he said. “We’re a family. We’ll