After Red and Jean left, I decided that AJ and I would have a quiet afternoon.
Without fail that didn't happen.
Twenty minutes after I laid AJ down in his crib and got comfortable in my bed, the phone rang.
"Puddin', whatchu doing?" my mother asked when I answered the phone.
"Looking forward to a quiet afternoon inside. I'm stretched across my bed at the moment listening to Carmen McRae."
"Oh, well, I was going to stop by. I haven't seen you and the baby in a while. Better yet, why don't I come and watch him and you can rest?"
"That would be fabulous. I haven't slept well lately. My mind is in overdrive with Alex's trial coming up. I'm not looking forward to it at all."
I heard my mother sigh loudly. "No one is, baby."
From there it was dead silence.
"I'm going to close my eyes for a few. Just use your key to get in."
"Okay, baby. I'll see you in a few."
After hanging up, I couldn't fall asleep as planned. I tossed and turned for awhile, before turning off the stereo.
In silence, I lay across the bed and got lost in my thoughts.
I ran my hand across my stomach and felt a strong wave of sadness. I missed Alex terribly.
When I was at this stage of pregnancy with AJ, Alex was underfoot. I never had to ask for anything. He massaged my feet and scheduled pampering days just for me.
I was so lost in my world, I didn't hear my mother enter the room.
"Star, are you okay?"
I popped up in bed and wiped the tears off my face.
"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you."
"I see, Pumpkin."
She threw her purse in Alex's chair and got in the bed with me. She snuggled up next to me and rubbed my back.
"It is okay, Star. Just let it out. You have held so much in. Let it go, baby."
I laid there in my mother’s arms for a long time. I didn't even remember falling asleep.
I woke up to my mother fussing at someone on the phone.
"No. I don't care who it is, Ms. Lovesome is not accepting any visitors."
She grunted a few more times, but her tone was firm.
"Mama, who is it?"
"Don't worry, baby. Some man is adamant that he has to come up today. Something about Alex's case."
"Just let them up Mama. It’s OK."
I put on a robe and waited for the doorbell to ring.
When I looked through the peephole, I saw Miguel, our security guard, with a gentleman.
"Are you Ms. Lovesome?" I was asked when I opened the door.
"You've been served."
The gentleman walked away, with Miguel on his heels.
I closed the door and opened the subpoena. I knew it was coming, but I didn't expect it to be from the prosecution.