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Chapter 5
He sat on the bar right in front of the kitchen, exactly in the chair that Nate would always sit on. “I found out something about you.”
“What did you find out?” She was doing what she usually did when she prepared the cappuccino that would always impress her guests.
“I found out that, three years ago, we had a child together, and you gave him up for adoption.”
She turned around and looked directly at him, gasping in disbelief.
“Who the hell told you that, and most importantly, why didn‘t he or she tell me? I didn‘t freaking know!”
Ricky became angry instantly. “Are you freaking serious?”
Nate noticed there was something wrong, and just seconds later, he appeared before them. “What the hell is going on?”
Ricky got up from the stool, pointing at him. “Now you butt the hell out!” Nate punched out Ricky.
“No!” Geri screamed. Just when she was about to drop a full carafe with screaming-hot coffee on the floor, Nate grabbed the carafe like he was grabbing a glass of room-temperature water and placed the carafe back on its place.
Ricky got up, crying for the third time in his life, literally. His heart of iron became butter. “Dude, I just came to confront the lady about a personal matter! Why do you have to treat me like this?” Ricky screamed, waking up the neighbors, and an angry eighty-year-old neighbor called the police immediately.
“Why were you rude to her?” said Nate. “This is supposedly the mother of your child! Are you fucking crazy?”
“Who the hell are you?” asked Ricky, confused.
“Answer my question!”
“Who the hell are you?” repeated Ricky.
“I‘m Nathaniel James Rivers! Does that answer your question?”
“No, you‘re not Nathaniel James Rivers! You‘re usurping someone else‘s identity! You‘re…”
Suddenly, the cops rang the bell. After being frozen for nearly ten minutes, Geri walked to the living room and answered the door. She gasped again, but this time she started to tremble. “What the hell is going on? First Ricky Riley shows up at my door and confronts me about a child I never even conceived, and now you guys show up at my door!” Geri was out of control.
“Calm down, madam,” said Officer Jenkins. “We just came to talk to you.”
“What the hell am I accused of now? I will rephrase my question. What else am I accused
of?”
“Ma‘am…” said Officer Imbruglia, the female cop.
Geri interrupted her. “What the hell…!” she screamed at the top of her lungs and then collapsed on the floor.
While Ricky sat on the floor right next to the bar in the kitchen, drooling like a three-month-old-baby, totally silent and having lost his mind completely, and openmouthed, and Officer Blanc assisted him, Officer Imbruglia said on her radio, “This situation‘s worse than we expected. The owner of the house, Geraldine Costas is unconscious on her living room floor,