Sunny Corner
Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 20
Mitchell’s Creek, Sunny Corner, New South Wales, Australia:20
Abbie was delivered as per court order. The DNA testing unit was on scene and swabbed us both. In cases like this determination was made almost instantly. Normal circumstances require a two week wait but since the court was protecting us against state sponsored shenanigans ... the determination was made that day.
I had hired a wet nurse before court in the event that I was successful in my quest. She was carrying the child.
The State waited until we were outside the court before she rounded on me. “This isn’t over,” she said with quite a bit of rancor in her voice.
“What?” I said as I flicked the switch on the briefcase concealed camera with voice recording.
“I said, this isn’t over.”
“Why not?”
“You are patently unfit to father a child,” the ACFCSS representative continued. “What do you intend to do with your daughters benefits. It must be quite a windfall for you.”
“I don’t know ... how much is it?”
“Like you don’t already know,” she said.
“You must inform me,” I suggested.
“Surely,” she spat, “If you insist. It’s 1754.20 a month paid out twice a month.”
“Eight hundred seventy seven dollars and ten cents every two weeks?”
“Quick with your figures, I see.”
She was getting madder by the second. She spun, I ducked. She laughed. “Nervous?” she asked.
“God deliver me from righteous females,” I muttered. “I plan on adding it to her interest bearing Trust account every month.”
“Oh ... surely you jest. You’ll be like all the other freeloaders ... beer and smokes and loose women.”
I don’t know how she managed but she didn’t strike me. I could see it in her eyes.
Almost immediately after we arrived home, the New South Wales Child Protection Council representative came calling.
“As our right we must inspect your arrangements for the care of Orphan Girl. Please step away from the door.”
I did.
“And where would the child be at this moment?”
“I assume she is with her nanny.”
“You assume? You mean you don’t know?”
“Excuse me a moment,” I said.
I tried the land line but ... lo and behold ... it had no dial tone. The representative gloated.
Guess what? My cellphone was out of service.
The knock at the door came as quite a shock.
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