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Being a Father

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A little setup here; mainly because I'm posting these scenes out of sequence.


Somewhere I think I wrote that in one summer and with one album the band had already outsold Elvis. They are immensely popular. Indeed a lot (too much if you ask me) of the conflict in the story was in the way the band deals with the sudden fame.


Also if you remember the end of State of Chaos you know that Tammy's Wheel's has seriously outgrown Savannah. Tony has put Cheri in charge of working with her new school in Athens and getting the ball rolling on a new Tammy's Wheels franchise there.


Note that this scene, like many I post is unedited.



"OK everyone, welcome," Cheri said. She was in the main living room of the mansion. As large as the room was it was quite literally packed with her fellow high-school students, at least thirty of them as well as two teachers, from Redcliffe Academy. "We want to thank you all, I think you know me, and I'm sure you've recognized some of the others in the room. Welcome to our fall public service project. I'd like you to meet the guy I actually do call dad sometimes, if you don't know why by now it'll become clear soon, Tony Smith."


The kids actually started to applaud before Tony shushed them with a hand gesture. "Please none of that here. Welcome to my home, and here I'm just Tony. I'm not a whole lot older than any of you and I'd really just kind of like to keep it informal. A couple of years ago, about the time we started officially forming the little band you may have heard of, we started something else as well. We had a friend, a pretty good friend," Tony reached to his right and pulled Rebecca in front of him and wrapped his arms around her, "who was in a wheelchair."


Tony went on to tell the brief history of the charity known as Tammy's Wheels that refurbished and decorated wheelchairs for children's hospitals and pediatric wards. He even, barely, managed to get through the explanation of just who Tammy was. After a twenty-minute question and answer session with the high school students Cheri, organized as ever, had the teens broken down into groups discussing different territories to recruit businesses and groups to the charity's cause.


"Are we forgetting anything?" Cheri asked Tony and Rebecca as they watched the various groups interact.


"Judging?" Rebecca queried.


"Oh, yeah. That's not something that I've thought about. Redcliffe has all grades, but the elementary school is on a different campus a few miles from the high school. I guess we need to talk to them."


"I'm sure Mr. Wilson will know who to talk to," Tony said pointing at a balding, heavyset man standing near the door. Where the other teacher, who had been introduced as Ms. Grey was actively interacting with the various groups of students, Mr. Wilson had stood, mostly unmoving, throughout the morning viewing the meeting with what appeared to be an almost unhealthy dose of skepticism. Even though he'd been told everything he seemed to believe if he just waited around long enough, Cheri's real parents would come home.


"Yeah," Cheri replied. "I guess, he's an assistant principal. Will you come with me to talk to him?"


Tony thought for a moment, knowing what Cheri was avoiding. "The question isn't will I Cheri. Of course I will," he said, wrapping an arm around her. "The real question is can you, or will you, do it yourself?"


Cheri looked up at him sharply, not grasping his meaning immediately. "Oh," was all she said when she realized what Tony was up to. Rebecca looked on intently, not quite sure what was happening.


"Yeah," Cheri said after a bit of hesitation. She ran a hand across her head as if to tame a non-existent stray hair from her glossy black mane. "Right, I'll talk to him." With that, and a slight shiver, she drew herself up to her full five-foot-three and, to an outsider, appeared to walk confidently to Mr. Wilson.


"Tony? What just happened there? Why wouldn't you go talk to him with her?" Rebecca asked.


Tony looked down at Rebecca. "If we asked a cartoonist to draw a charicature of an authority figure at Cheri's school, I'm sure he'd draw someone who looks an awful lot like Mr. Wilson there," he said, indicating the teacher with a nod of his head.


"Then why…" the question died on Rebecca's lips and she became thoughtful.


"Remember last year, at the press gala, when Dad kind of threw us into the fire with the mayor and his wife?" Rebecca looked up at him and nodded. "Sometimes," Tony said in explanation, "most of the time, I can just be Cheri's friend and supporter. That's easy, but sometimes I need to push her to do things she's not comfortable doing.


"Sometimes I need to be her father."

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