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sway social workers, now
that the child had compromised her life.
    “ I won't say I
believe you, Chantel,” she said and kept quiet to let what she had
said sink into Chantel.
    At what was said, Chantel gave
up holding back the tears and led out a sob which turned in a cry.
She did not deserve this. A voice come into her mind, a maniacal
and sinister voice.
    Huh. The Voice laughed in her head. What did you expect, running around with boys,
what did your father say ... yes and
you did not listen because you were little miss know it all,
weren't you Channy? Little miss high school. Yeah, sluts get what
they deserve, don't they?
    More tears and
more sobs escaped through her eyes and mouth. She fidgeted in her
chair, trying to quiet The Voice in her
mind. Ms. Clarke noticed her distress and it pleased her to see
that her words had the required effect. From experience, those not
in distress after such words were prevaricating.
    “ But,” she
continued, after the quietness “I will do all that is in my power
to help you Chantel. After, and only after the DNA
tests ... will we see.” Ms. Clarke open the
drawer and took out a form and a writing pad.
    “ When you get
home, fill in the form. It ’s basic stuff like where you were
born, ” she said to Chantel handing the form. She
wore her glasses again and grabbed a pen from her desk. “I will ask
you a few questions, Chantel, and please answer honestly, for your
own sake.
    “ Is Rikki the
only person you were intimate, sexually, with at the time?”
    “ Yes.”
    After sexual questions came
questions about her behaviour, whether she drank and such, and them
came questions about her employ and who was helping her with the
child.
    “ I am a
gas-station attendant, I passed high school with an exemption, but
I haven’t gone any further than that.” Chantel answered, and
thought about how she gone so low, from the soon to be wife of a
wealthy man, to earning just over two pounds an hour. “The child
stays over my at friends while I'm working.” Ms. Clarke asked her
what her friend’s employ was. “She does sewing at her house-
curtains, she sews curtains.” She asked about her place. “She stays
further downtown to where I live.”
    “ Okay,
Chantel, I'll see what I can do. If he continues to refuse, we'll
have to go to trial, where he'll be forced to take the DNA test.
You say he's rich ?” Chantel nodded
affirmatively. Ms Clarke continued “Well then, I know a couple of
lawyer friends from reputable firms who owe me a favour or two and
might go pro bono, ” s he sa id with some arrogance in her
voice.
    “ Till
then,” she added, “Don't do anything to
compromise yourself.”
    “ Thank you
very much, Ms. Clarke,” Chantel said in a more relieved tone than
the one she had had when she came .
“Goodbye.” She grabbed her bag from the
seat next to her and stood up and left.
    -
    Two weeks
passed on with Chantel trying hard to adapt to her new position as
a single mother. It hurt her, it ate her from within and many times
after realising the reality of her situation, she had thought of
killing the child but, many times too, she held back. She would
look at the child, innocent and unknowing, and she would find
something that promised that things would work-out. S he had
not seen Rikki those seven months and she had been lucky a handful
of times after many attempts at getting him to answer his phone.
She wondered how he was, how he slept at night knowing that out
there, there might be a child of his. She had asked her friend,
without success to call him after she gave birth, she had tried
again two weeks later, and eventually she gave up.
    She took the child to over the
desk in her bedroom to change his diaper. The television was on and
she overheard it.
    “ According to
musicstats.com, Rikki's latest album is not doing as good as his
previous two. The main flaw outlined by critics is his now apparent
lack of creativity. “Basically, you listen to one song of his,