Danny Thomas, Founder
by russell-ville-man
Copyright© 2020 by russell-ville-man
Fiction Story: Ann Marie and Donald Hollinger for the last time discuss her father.
Tags: Ma/Fa Rape Heterosexual Fiction Celebrity
It’d been years since they ended:
“Why, Donald?”
“Ann.” His tone slightly sliced with threat.
“Is there someone else?”
“Christ.”
He started to rise then fell back into the chair. There never had been someone else and there never would be. He’d loved one woman and would love her until he went “into the dust that was always the end.”
“It’s the sex, isn’t it?” A slight streak thru her tone.
Don came back, right over the top:
“What sex?”
“You knew the rules, Donald. My father forbids it.”
That forbiddance failed to stop Donald Hollinger one night. She’d held no grudge, had told no one, not Daddy, not even her mother, nor her Priest. Not a soul. She’d kept it close to her heart, it was the only way she could find the strength to forgive him.
“You can never forgive me. You won’t even look at me.”
“I did forgive you. I can forget, Donald. I will. I am looking at you, Donald. Please look at me.”
“Your father won’t let me, Ann.”
“Donald, my father is not me. I am not my father.”
“Yes, yes, yes, the great Danny Thomas.”
He’d waited for her to launch him. He pounced:
“How does he introduce me, Ann? Let’s see,,, oh yeah, I got it:
“And Ann’s power mower, (paramour) Donald Hollinger, a beat writer for a great metropolitan newspaper.”
She used to have to stifle a laugh at such introduction, no more, it had been a while. And he wouldn’t stop, no matter how many times she’d approach him, appeal to him:
“Daddy, please.” He wouldn’t even look at her.
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