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am I going to say to him? ‘Hi, you don’t know me, but I’m your son.’ This is crazy.”
    â€œWhat’s wrong with that? The truth usually works best,” Gwen answered.
    â€œLike I said, it’s crazy. I’ve changed my mind, Gwen, I’m leaving.” Semaj stood up to leave just as Wayne walked into the room.
    â€œGwen, it’s good to see you, Cuz.” He greeted her with a warm smile and a hug, then he turned in Semaj’s direction. “Who’s this?”
    Turning around, Semaj looked into his eyes while resisting the urge to rush into his arms and hug him tightly. Instead, he extended his hand. “I’m Semaj Matthews.” He searched his face to see if the name sparked any indication that he knew who he was.
    â€œOh, yes, Mr. Matthews, I’ve seen you on the local news. You have quite an impressive following here in Atlanta. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He shook Semaj’s hand, then took a seat in a large chair. “Please sit down and make yourself comfortable.”
    Semaj slowly sat down while staring in Wayne’s direction. “It’s a pleasure to meet you also,” he said.
    Wayne smiled, then turned his attention to Gwen. “So, Gwen, how is your mom doing? I hope I get a chance to see her while I’m here visiting,” he said.
    â€œShe’s doing great. She had to work today, or she would have come over with me. I think she plans to come when she gets off this evening.” She glanced over at Semaj, who was still staring awkwardly at Wayne. “Besides, I brought Semaj along, and he really needs to speak with you about something important. I thought it would be best if there were not too many people around. It’s kind of personal.”
    â€œPersonal?” Wayne looked over at Semaj “We’ve never met. What type of personal business could you possibly have with me?”
    â€œWell . . . I . . . um . . . Gwen told me . . . well . . . It’s kind of hard to explain,” Semaj stammered.
    Confused, Wayne looked back and forth between the two of them.
    â€œHe’s your son,” Gwen blurted out.
    â€œHe’s my what? My sons are back in California with their nanny. What’s this all about?” Wayne asked.
    â€œYour son. He’s your son. The one from your marriage, the one that’s been lost for all of these years,” Gwen said.
    Wayne shook his head. “I’ve never been married, you know that, Gwen. If this guy told you he’s my son, he’s a con artist.”
    Semaj cleared his throat and finally spoke. “My mother’s name was Allison Matthews. She died in a house fire when I was a baby, and I was sent to live with my grandparents.”
    â€œIs that supposed to mean something to me?” Wayne answered. “I have never been married, and I don’t have a son. Now I’m going to ask you both one more time, what is this all about?”
    Semaj could tell by the tone of his voice that Wayne was quickly becoming agitated by the whole conversation. “I’m sorry. Gwen told me . . . Well, it’s not important what she told me. I apologize. Obviously, we’ve made a big mistake.”
    â€œGwen told you something?” Wayne bellowed. “What exactly did Gwen say?”
    â€œNever mind,” Semaj said, then stood up. “Gwen, let’s just go. I told you this was a waste of time.”
    Wayne stood up as well. “Gwen, are you guys trying to run some kind of scam on me? I know that you are in between jobs right now, but if you needed money, all you had to do was ask. I’ve always helped you in the past, and I don’t mind helping you, but I will not tolerate things like this.”
    â€œNo, it’s not a scam at all,” Gwen insisted. “I’ve heard stories all my life about your long lost son and your first marriage. So I did some research, and I found Semaj and brought him here to