Free Blood Abandon (Donald Holley Book 1) by Avery Stites Page B

at their kitchen table, and sipped from her own cup. “What’s in the bag?” she asked.
    I lifted the bag onto the table and unzipped it, the top opening wide as the sides sagged to expose the large amount of stacked and banded bills. Kate’s eyes widened, and she nearly dropped her coffee cup.
    “Oh my God,” she said.
    “Kate, I understand this is a shock, but Bit wanted you to have this money,” I said. “There is four-hundred and ninety thousand dollars in here, just for you two.”
    “I can’t take that money,” she said. “It’s dirty.”
    “No, it’s not. He earned this money, and didn’t do anything bad to get it.”
    “Where did it come from?”
    “I’m not sure,” I said, lying. “He only said it was fair and square.”
    She looked at me closely. “Where is he?”
    I offered her the most compassionate look I could. “He’s not coming back.”
    “What does that mean?”
    “It means,” I said, “he isn’t coming back. Ever.”
    She put her head in her hands, and started crying softly.
    “I’m sorry,” I said. “He wanted to take care of you guys the only way in which he could, which was this money. Be careful with it, and don’t put it in the bank except for small amounts over the long haul. I can help you with that if you need. Pay for everything with cash or money orders, and when it’s time for Marie’s college, we’ll work that out.”
    She looked up, and out the window. She wiped her eyes, her makeup smearing slightly. “Okay...okay.”
    “Good,” I said, unsure of what else I could say.
    “I’m sure Marie would like to see you,” she said.
    I walked down the hallway to her bedroom. I knocked on the door, and I heard her tiny voice from behind it. “Yes?”
    “Hey Marie, its uncle Donnie,” I said.
    “Uncle Donnie!” she yelped, and I heard the patter of her feet coming across the floor of her room to her door. She opened it, and I knelt down and gave her just as big of a hug as I received.
    “How are you?” I asked.
    “I’m okay,” she said. “I’m happy to see you!”
    Her smile was infectious; I couldn’t help but smile back. “I’m happy to see you too, dear.”
    Her expression changed to one of concern. “Mommy told me you were hurt...are you better now?”
    I smiled at her. “I am, dear. I’m healing up well. Thank you for asking.”
    We went over and sat down on the edge of her bed. Her room was like many eight year old girls across the country: bright colors-pinks and purples throughout the room, an ornately carved metal bed, painted white, and posters of pop music boy bands were all over the walls. I looked around, and then looked at her. She was watching me.
    “Uncle Donnie, daddy called me the day before yesterday and said he wasn’t going to come home for a really long time. He also said you were going to bring me something.” She looked at me, expectantly.
    “That’s right; I did bring something for you. It’s money from your daddy for your college education, and for things you and your mommy will need.”
    She nodded. “Well that is nice of him,” she replied. Her voice turned more serious. “So you saw him then, to get the gift?”
    I nodded. “Yes ma’am, I did.”
    “Where was he?”
    “I saw your daddy in California.” I could feel my throat tighten. “He told me to tell you again that he’ll miss you.”
    She looked away, her gaze cast out among her things in the room; she seemed to not really be focused on anything. Then: “I’m going to miss him, too.”
    I put my arm around her shoulder and she looked down at her lap.
    “He’s not coming back, ever, is he, Uncle Donnie?” she asked. .
    I paused for a few moments, and then sighed. “No, honey...he isn’t.”
    She shook her head knowingly. “I didn’t think he was. I always thought that one day he wouldn’t come back at all.” She got up from the edge of her bed and paced for a few moments. “That’s nice about the money,” she said.
    “I’m sorry,