Behind Blue Eyes
Copyright© 2025 by DB86
Chapter 5
Sheriff Bert Thomas walked into The Middletown Gazette building and greeted its only occupant. Janice Cooper was typing on her computer.
She was the reporter, editor, printer, and distributor of the local newspaper.
The old sheriff got along well with Janice. He had seen her grow up in a broken home where she had to fend for herself. Her parents argued all the time until they finally divorced.
Janice’s father disappeared after the divorce, and her mother didn’t care much about her.
Another person who liked Janice was Marcus Carter, the descendant of Middletown founder. They both had strong tempers and didn’t socialize much. Janice had been Marcus Carter’s source of information on local events since she took over the town’s paper years ago. In exchange, he made regular donations to The Gazette.
The short list of people who liked Janice ended with her half-sister, Rain, and her husband Rolf. Janice had donated bone marrow to save Rain’s life and had earned their eternal gratitude in the process.
“Good morning, Ms. Cooper. How are you doing today?” the Sheriff greeted her.
Janice barely lifted her gaze from the screen. “Good morning, Sheriff Thomas. I’m doing fine. Thanks for asking. A cup of freshly brewed coffee?”
“No, thank you. I’m trying to stop. Upset stomach.”
Janice nodded absent-mindedly.
“What can I do for you? Did you bring me some news for the next edition? I still have a couple of empty columns to fill.”
“My sister’s dog ran away again.”
Janice rolled her eyes. “Your sister treats that Chihuahua as a human baby. Even dresses him in baby clothes. There should be a law against it.”
Janice laughed at her joke, but Bert Thomas’ face remained serious.
“There is something else, isn’t there? What’s going on?”
Bert Thomas cleared his throat, and said, “We found a boy at the bus station. He was asking people how to get to The Middletown Gazette to talk with Janice Cooper.”
“Come again?” Janice turned her head from the screen and gazed at the sheriff.
“Come on in, boy.”
A young boy stepped into the building.
At first, Janice thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. The boy looked exactly like the one in the pictures she got every year from Alistair Campbell.
The kid took a few steps more ahead, and looking into Janice’s eyes, he asked nervously, “Are you my mom?”
Janice felt a shiver run through her body. She was speechless for the first time in her life.
“Benjamin?” she gasped, standing up and stepping forward to take a closer look at the boy. “Oh my God, is that truly you?” Her voice cracked.
The boy swallowed and nodded. “It’s Benji. Nobody calls me Benjamin except for my grandpa.”
If Janice would have been in his life all these years, she’d have known that. But she didn’t, which made her a nobody. At least, he was inviting her to call him by his preferred name. Maybe one day, she’d move her way up and become someone important in his life.
“Benji ... My Benji...” Janice whispered, almost to herself.
She couldn’t hold it any longer. Tears started trickling down her cheeks.
The boy stood there looking awkward and uneasy.
“They told me you were dead!” he finally cried.
“The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated,” Janice couldn’t resist quoting Mark Twain. Then she wiped her tears, and begged, “May I hug you?”
Benji nodded slowly, his own eyes red and shiny.
Mother and son hugged each other for a long time. The sheriff coughed away the emotion.
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