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An Unknown Relative

... wine,” she told me. “I don’t think they care,” I said. “I won’t tell anyone. We should wait until we order and then we can talk about this. Is that ok?” “Yes,” she agreed. “I didn’t know what to expect. Was that really your boat?” “It is,” I told her. “Do you like boats?” “I’m from Nebraska. We don’t have much ocean in Omaha,” “I don’t want to pry,” I said, “but do you mind telling me how old you are?” “No, I don’t mind. I’m s*******n. I think you’re forty.” I chuckled. “I’ll want to know how you know that.” The waiter came back with our wine and poured us a glass. I ordered an appetizer and he went away again. “If you’re going to be around a few days I’ll take you out and you can see if you like boats,” I told her. “I’d like that,” she said. “I don’t know how long I’ll stay. We’ll talk more about it later. Do you live on the boat?” “Yes, I like being able to move any time I want to. I’ve always loved the ocean and I spend most of my time at sea.” “Don’t you get lonely out there?” “Yes, but sometimes I take a lady. I like good books and good music. I have lots of both. I fish; take a smuggling job now and again and that’s how it’s always been.” The waiter came back with our appetizer and took our orders. When he went away she sipped her wine and looked at me with those big green eyes. “Why do you think you aren’t my father?” she asked. “Well, one kind of knows these things,” I told her. “I was divorced when you were born if you’re s*******n. I was at sea somewhere in ...

... another hemisphere.” “I know. Your wife was Lisa Jenkins. She was an elementary school teacher. She was my mother.” I was stunned. “You’re Lisa’s k**? Why is your name Roberts?” “Her third husband adopted me.” “So what makes you think I’m your father,” I asked her. “Mom told me you were six months ago,” she said. “She was pregnant with me when she divorced you. She told me she didn’t want her daughter to have an absent, merchant marine father. She loved you, you know.” “She loved me so she divorced me?” My world was crashing down around me. “She divorced you because she knew your first lover was the sea. That’s what she told me.” “I was willing to give that up,” I said. “I told her I would. I’d have shoveled rocks for a living to be with her.” “She knew that too, but you would never have been happy. She couldn’t live with that. She wasn’t a strong person, Mr. McDonald. She was just strong enough to set you free.” There were tears in her eyes. “Hey, k**; don’t cry. Don’t call me Mr. McDonald either. My name is Benson.” “Ok,” she wiped away a tear. Our food came and it was very good. The Flamingo was living up to its reputation. I poured her another glass of wine. “I’m willing to take a paternity test if you want me to,” she said. “Mom never lied to me though. I don’t think she was lying about this. I don’t know what her motive would be.” “Well, the timing is right. We had a hell of a two weeks before I shipped out for Argentina. I guess that’s too much information. It’s possible, ...