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Monday, December 16, 2013

The Spy I Never Knew *FICTION ONLY*

Mother met Scarecrow in the early 80's I'm not sure what year but it was at the now famous Mr. Lucky's Lounge in Gary Indiana. Mother was young.. beautiful.. a fiery... fearless red head with skin as white as snow. She looked as though she'd come straight out of the hills of Ireland. She was self educated and very bright. She had an aptitude for almost everything. I remember getting in trouble at school so Mother came to talk to my teacher. After listening to him go over the highlights of the incident Mother chimed in and gave him a thorough and artfully articulate tongue lashing. She shared with him some of her insight into the mind of a child as seen through the eyes of seasoned educator. She chastised him. She wasn't rude or even condescending but she communicated that she was a far better teacher than he would ever be. She answered his questions about her background without pause and batted him back with another round of observations. Of course Mother had never been a teacher of any kind... she didn't graduate from high school but you would never have known it. But that was Mother... she could walk into a new environment and within minutes she could hit the ground running.


I suppose that's why he was interested in her. They shared a glance.. a smile and then a drink. After hours of conversation he told her who and what he was... She didn't believe him at first but the sobered look on his face and the CIA identification he flipped open from his pocket confirmed his story. She told her sister she was leaving with the tall handsome man by the door. Mother and the tall handsome spy left the bar together. She never told me why he was at the bar that night... only that he was traveling across the toll road. I don't know if he was there for her or if for some other purpose and their meeting was some chance encounter. For what ever reason.. they met.


Scarecrow took her back to his hotel. He asked her once more if she was sure...there was no going back. But she wanted it.. She needed the escape.. she needed to climb through that window into a hidden world. A small incision.. a tiny chip... an injection... a tape player on the desk playing an almost familiar sound. The noise became ordered.. The order became information. Time became irrelevant as the serum spread through her veins.


A couple of snaps from his finger woke her. He asked her if she was alright... and she wasn't sure but she answered yes just the same. He asked her who she was and without hesitation she answered.. Snow White.. Snow White the Russian version. He told her he would be calling soon and she got out of the black sedan. She couldn't remember being driven home and she could remember very little of what happened after leaving Mr. Lucky's but she knew she was sleepy. And she slept... off and on for days.


Weeks later she got a call. She didn't speak..she listened for a moment then hung up the phone. She told us not to use the phone and not to leave the house. She was gone for three days and when she got back she slept for nearly a week. I didn't like the calls. It always meant she had to go. Sometimes it meant we had to move out of our home on a moments notice... throwing our belongings on a sheet and wrapping them all up.. out the door and into the car. We bounced back and for the from state to state. Location to location whenever Scarecrow said we had to. It was a hard life but we adapted.


My brother and I never met Scarecrow... the years passed. Mother grew older and grew tired. She suffered a physical and mental collapse and was put in the hospital for several weeks.. when she was released the calls ceased. Eventually we grew up and started families of our own and Scarecrow became a distant memory.


Mother relished having grandchildren. She was tireless when it came to them... always there to lend a hand... pick up the slack or give a break. One afternoon she came over to sit with the children while I ran errands. She sat on the sofa and made herself comfortable. The television was on but I had pushed the mute button earlier to take a phone call. My son had come into the living room and stretched out on the carpet... perfectly content to stare at the silent screen. I was talking to mother when I noticed a change in her face. She lost all emotion... her expression went flat... then she smiled. I asked her if she was alright but she didn't respond. She just kept smiling and staring. For a few moments she sighed and the words “Hello Scarecrow... “ crossed her lips in a whisper. I reached for the remote and turned up the volume. The sound of his voice broadened her smile. The television show was one in which one faction was pitted against another opposing faction in a simulated engagement... experts were called in for technical information and other insight. In this particular episode the CIA faced the KGB. A former cold war CIA operative... the tall handsome man... had been called in for technical analysis. Mother looked on for several minutes.. she chuckled once or twice in response to some anecdote. Eventually she took a long deep breath... let it out slowly... turned to me and smiled with the lids of her eyes moistened with yet to fall tears. She didn't say another word about Scarecrow... she just told me to take my time that she and the kids would be just fine.

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