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United Lies- RO
Draft #2
In the 1959, a mostly Republican Louisiana state congress passed HB343 (I think this needs more background ? Is It common knowledge that party politics of LA state legislature - RO) which allowed for the incorporation of certain belief groups to acquire a tax free designation (I need a sentence explainer on tax-free and taxed orgs here -RO). This bill is important in what allowed United Light to establish it’s network of power (I’m working on a summary of the bill that is concise. Contacting some of the patrons for feedback -RO.) .
Richard Caine used this loophole to create a PAC (I want to do either an appendix or extra chapter on the routes used to fund this -RO) to nominate six new residents of the state to public positions. These men (is it too early to get into gender dynamics -RO) raised through the ranks to allow for the continued success of the United Light group and earn the land rights to a commune untouched by federal or state regulations which is essential to the isolationism allowed by this group.
***
“Don’t touch,” I scold Mason, leaning over and pulling him away from Rocket’s coffee table where she had a tray of small decorative cactus sitting in sand.
The minute my back is turned he goes for the plants again and I jump from my chair at the whitewashed kitchen table and move the tray of plants to a high shelf on Rocket’s book case. He still tries to jump and reach it and I begin to regret doughnuts for breakfast.
Rocket’s Charleston apartment was decorated like something out of a magazine, she had trinkets and plants on every surface —which meant Mason wanted to touch everything. The wooden built in bookcase was filled with hardcovers and a small corner had her Coast Guard portrait and a display of the medals and honors she’d received while in the service.
Every space on her walls were filled with photos. Some of them were casual photos of family and friends but most of them were her professional photos.
“Can I turn your TV on ?,” I ask Rocket who was furiously typing on one of her many laptops.
“Sure,” she smiled. “I don’t have cable though. I’m cutting back now that I’m freelancing.”
I turn it to PBS and I’m thankful Sesame Street is still on. I sit on the couch and put Mason’s head on my lap and I rub his back until he calms down, mesmerized by Big Bird trying to ties his shoes. I give him his pacifier because I know it will lull him to sleep. I also know it would piss off Rhett if he knew I was still giving it to him.
I’d had to hear a lecture from just about everyone in Freeport after I’d walked out of Jocelyn’s house. I’d felt guilty about it and when she bought him back the next say she’d told me if I ever left Mason like that again I wouldn’t get him back. Which I think we both knew was an empty threat.
That night I’d packed as much as I could into my suitcase and duffel bag and made the arrangements to visit Dad in Connecticut right after a quick layover in Charleston. I just needed to get away. I’d told Aubrey to spread the word for me since she was the least angry with me at the moment.
Mason and I had arrived in Charleston last night and walked
around the downtown area before finding a cheap hotel near the airport. Rocket had picked us up this
morning for a quick breakfast at a bakery and, after I threw everything up
in the public bathroom, she brought us to her apartment so we could talk.
“So, let’s get down to it,” Rocket said, pushing away her pink laptop for her white one. “What did you think of the chapters ?”
“I learned a lot,” I tell her.
I’d read her first chapters on the plane and attempted to take notes but most of it had put me to sleep.
“It was a lot of political stuff,” I say and she nods enthusiastically. “I guess…I’m just not sure what legislation and taxes have to do with United Light,”
“Oh it’s fascinating,” she says, tapping her laptop mouse and typing. “Where is it ? Where is it…okay, here. Okay, so I was talking to a former AG assistant from Louisiana and she said when Richard Caine got his administration—I’m still thinking of a name for all the people in power he was friends with back in the day---anyway he was able to bypass bigamy laws and used a marriage tax loophole to fund the commune.
That’s why no one ever caught on and why he was such a big proponent of bigamy and marrying people. I think the multiple husbands was just a fun twist or something, I’m still looking through a partial charter a police friend got me from evidence. Oh, I meant to ask, did you ever seen the full United Light charter ?,”
“Yes,” I tell her and she makes a note in her moleskin notebook
“What do you remember about it ?,” she asks.
“Nothing, really,” I tell her. “I was kept out of a lot of the official stuff. I guess I thought you wanted more…personal stuff ?,”
“I mean I do,” she says sighing. “But it’s hard to fact check a lot of your stuff because it’s second hand and it could be he said she--,”
“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” Mason shouts suddenly.
“Mason, I’m talking to Ms. Ro--”
“Daddydaddydaddydaddy!” he continues and I hear him hitting something.
I quickly turn to see him jumping up and hitting a photo on Rocket’s professional photo wall. I walk over to pull him away and I see a full color framed photo of Rhett from the Katrina aftermath. It wasn’t the she photo took of us together, it’s was a different one of him and two other Coast Guardsmen crouched at the door of a helicopter, listening to someone giving orders. Below them I can see a glimpse of the drowned city.
There are hundreds of photos on Rocket's wall in identical black frames. I’m surprised Mason was able to point him out.
“Whoa, Good eye, kid,” Rocket says walking over and leaning against the gallery wall.
“I think he just recognized the uniform. Did you take that ?,” I ask her.
“Sure did,” she smiled.
“Doesn't Daddy look handsome ?,” I ask him, admiring the photo.
“Yeah!,” he agrees
I stare at the picture and I hated how much I missed him even when he made me mad. I hated how much I wanted to take the picture with me. I’d kept Rhett’s Coast Guard portrait on Mason’s bedside since he was born so he’d know Rhett’s face even when Rhett was off at school. I spent so many nights staring at it and I felt terrible I hadn’t brought any pictures of Rhett with me when I left.
“Were you a photographer before you joined the Coast Guard ?,” I ask her.
She nods excitedly and points to a photo at the top of a wall of a band performing in a club.
“I always wanted to be a photojournalist or like Eli Cohen. When I graduated from grad school I got a kickass gig covering bands and music for a women’s magazine. I thought I was on my way, but the magazine shut down and I was unemployed with a lot of debt, my boyfriend of 8 years broke up with me and I decided to take a new career path and joined the Coast Guard. They needed PR people and I loved it for the most part. But being sent down to New Orleans to cover all those Katrina stories reminded me what I really loved so I left and here we are--,”
“Mama, call Daddy ?,” Mason interrupts. I turn to see him pulling my purse off
the chair I’d hooked it on.
“No.Don’t touch my things unless I say you can.” I say taking my purse from him. “We’ll call later….go sit back on the couch while I talk to Ms. Olsen--”
“Call Daddy !,” he screams pulling on the strap of my purse.
“Stop it or we’re not calling at all.” I warn him. “Go sit down.”
I never understood what went through Mason’s head. He’d go weeks without mentioning Rhett and then suddenly he’d want to call him. I left Mason calling Rhett up to Jocelyn—I hadn’t spoken to Rhett since I left Alaska and we were mostly talking through Jocelyn or Aubrey. If Mason got really insistent, I’d pretend to call Rhett and then say he wasn’t picking up.
Mason stands on the couch and while Rocket seems fine with it I pick him up and try to physically force him to sit.
“NO!,” he screams and tries to kick me once I have him in a sitting position. I have to let him go so he doesn’t kick my stomach and he stands up again, jumping on the couch.
“Mason, stop it. You don’t kick me. Stop acting like this or I’m putting you in timeout,” I whisper.
He shouts something at me and then giggles.
It’s only after hearing the sound of Rocket putting a hand over her mouth that I realize he called me a bitch.
I pick him up and he must know he shouldn’t have said it t because he starts crying and kicking me again. I carry him to an empty corner of the apartment and kneel down to his level.
“That’s a bad word and you don’t ever say that to me again. I never want to hear you say that. Do you understand ?,” I say and he nods. “Stay in this corner until you calm down---,”
“Nooo!,” he cries stomping his feet.
“Stay in the corner or your pacifier’s and your lamb are going in the trash,” I tell him
He stomps his feet and he cries but he stays.
“Sorry,” I apologize to Rocket and she gives me a sympathetic smile. “Let’s just ignore him.”
“It’s okay….okay! Where were we ?,” Rocket asks sitting back at the table.
A light bulb suddenly goes off in my head.
“You mentioned the charter,” I tell her. “I don’t remember it, but I can get you a copy. My Dad has one. He has a lot of founding documents from the commune in his townhouse.. We’re going to visit Dad after this so maybe I can mail them to you when we get there ?”
“Wait. Who is your Dad ?” she asks.
“Daniel Reese.”
Rocket scrunches up her face and then goes to her laptop to do some more clicking before nodding her head to herself. She did that a lot.
“I left a message and sent a letter to Daniel Reese—I guess I didn’t put together he was your Dad because I didn’t know your maiden name. Anyway, he declined to participate.”
“He’s kind of private. I’ll talk to him and tell him I know you.” I tell her. “My Dad was in UL for 30 years and he wanted to defect for years. He has all our stuff from the commune in his apartment. I’m sure you can look through it.”
She smiles.
“I knew I liked you for a reason.”
***
“Oh, Daniel. Oh, honey look how big he is,” Tess says bending down to hug Mason.
He pulls away from her hug attempt and runs behind me, wrapping himself in my skirt.
“Sorry.” I tell Tess and she just smiles softly.
“What is he, two now ?,” Dad asks.
“Three, actually,” I say feeling guilty. I hadn’t brought him to Connecticut in a year and a half.
“Right,” Dad said. “I remember we sent that birthday gift a few months ago.”
I nod my head. They’d bought him a toddler basketball hoop we’d never gotten around to taking out the box and stuffed in the storage room.
Which would have to become a nursery at some point.
Rhett and I didn’t have the extra money to have a birthday party for Mason and neither one of us was in a place to host guests so the three of us had picnic in a new park that opened in another parish. Rhett played with him on the playground for a while, but when Mason found a group of children to play with I’d laid in Rhett’s lap all day and he told me the craziest stories and I had to guess if they were true or not.
It had been a good day.
“I’m sorry I kind of turned your bedroom into a sewing room,” Tess apologizes as we walk in. “I’m clearing it out--”
“Don’t worry,” I tell her.
Mason stays between my legs as I walk inside the townhouse.
“Let’s have some coffee,” Dad says once I have our bags in my room. “I think we should talk alone, sweetheart.”
He looks down at Mason who had followed us into the kitchen.
“It’s okay, he’s not listening,” I said. He had a tendency to go off into his own world
Once we sit down Mason starts busying himself pulling on the
doorknobs of the cabinets and then opening and closing them. Dad looks annoyed, but he doesn't say anything.
“This was kind of a last minute visit,” Dad says. “I’m always happy to have you and Mason but I’d like to know how long you plan on staying, sweetheart.”
“I don’t really know--”
“Okay. That’s…fine,” Dad says. “But I think it’s fair for me ask if you’re still with him. I just need to know what you expect from me.”
I close my eyes remembering what I have to tell him.
“I’m pregnant,” I say slowly.
Dad's eyes narrow.
“You said Mr. Clark’s been stationed in Alaska for--,”
“It happened before,” I snap and my dad looks hurt. “Sorry. Everyone keeps asking me that.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says rubbing his head. “Juliana. You’re really making up for all those teenage years you were so good aren’t you ? Does Mr. Clark know ?”
I nod and then I start crying. Mason sees me wiping a tear away and climbs into my lap, hugging my chest. He was a terror most of the time but when he saw me crying he always came to comfort me.
“What did that bas—what did he say when you told him ?,”
“He told me to have an abortion.”
“Maybe you should--,” Dad starts, surprising me.
“I don’t want to…this baby is a blessing--”
“Juliana.” Dad says in a soft scolding voice. "Don't be ridiculous."
“Dad… I was doing some things I wasn’t supposed to be doing. Getting pregnant helped me to stop doing those things. This baby literally saved my life.”
“What kinds of things ?,” he asks exasperated.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m better and the baby is healthy even though I had a scare. I want to have it and I talked to my doctor and it’s fine. It’s just Rhett’s family wants me to get a paternity test--”
It sounds so funny saying out loud and I want to laugh but Dad is frowning.
“How could they say that to you ?,” Dad frowns. “Is it his mother ? That woman had a mouth on her--,”
“It’s fine. I’m fine I just need a break from Freeport. Maybe a week or two. I’ll be fine. But I wanted to tell you about my friend, Rocket. She’s visiting tomorrow.”
***
“Hello, Mrs. Clark ? This is Daniel Reese--,”
“We’re not interested--:
“I’m Juliana’s father,”
“Oh. Right, right. Sorry, Hi. How are you ?”
“I think you may know--”
“A bit.”
“Well, I was a little upset to hear you wanted my daughter to get a paternity test--”
“…Mr. Reese I’m just looking out for my son--”
“By implying my daughter sleeps around ?”
“No. Not at all--”
“Then why do you want this paternity test ? If she has this baby your son needs to take his responsibility--”
“And he will. And I don’t appreciate you calling me for the first time in three years to tell me how I should behave. As you probably know your daughter has a bit of a reputation around here--”
“What does that mean--”
“She makes terrible choices sometimes. She was trading sexual favors for heroin, I have friends telling me they see strange men going in and out of the house. We have a lot of that mess around here and I don’t know what you know about heroin but it takes your memory and inhibitions. She could have been attacked or unconscious or something when it happened…also Mr. Reese I can do math. She only looks five weeks, maybe six at the most to me and Rhett’s been gone for almost 11 weeks now.”
“That seems like conjecture--,”
“Mr. Reese you should really keep in mind I was the one who had to take care of your daughter when she was pregnant with Mason. This is different. And look I told her I’m fine with being wrong. I’ll apologize. Unlike how you’ve done.”
“Excuse me ?,”
“You never once apologized for almost getting Rhett fired--,”
“I have nothing to apologize for. I stand by what I did. Your son is a danger to society--,”
“We both know that isn’t true. He has worked very hard to get his life right and you’re upset because what ? Your daughter couldn't do the same ? Maybe it's because she never had any support ? Look, I work on my feet 10 hours. a day six days a week, I have a daughter to get into college, and countless family I have to look after. I can’t argue this with you right now. I can’t make Juliana get a paternity test but I want her to. Full stop. Are we done, Mr. Reese ?”
***
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A cloud of dust puffs up and when I manage to wedge the drawer
open, Rocket and I both step back coughing.
Dad had kept all of the furniture from the commune in the basement, before that is had been piled up in the condo. In all the years since it was given back to him after the raid he hadn’t touched it.
“This hasn’t been opened for six years,” I explain to Rocket, but she ‘s already on her knees in front of the drawer.
Rocket zeroes in on the binders and other official looking documents. I focus in on all the personal journals, childhood artwork and photo albums. I couldn’t remember what was in all of them, but I suddenly didn’t want her looking through them
I kneel down next to her and start taking out my family’s personal things and shoving them to the side. I open a journal from when I was 13, it was mostly a list of mundane things I’d done that day and what I’d seen the neighbors doing.
My parents had always thought they were better than most of the families on the commune because they had been founding members of United Light. I wasn’t allowed to even look at a boy and they never let me spend time with the other girls. They thought I had a higher purpose.
“Your parents went to Brown ?,” Rocket says looking through
a photo album I’d never seen. It had my parents college diplomas in it and a picture
of them at graduation together. They
have their arms around each others and their hats in the air. They look so happy.
I nod my head even though they’d never told me that.
“That’s where I went to grad school,” she said, flipping the photo around. “Wow, you look just like your mom.”
“No, I don’t,” I say. My mom had been beautiful.
“Wait!,’ I hear Tessa shriek from upstairs. “No, honey don’t go down there by yourself!”
I hear Mason crying for me as the basement door closes.
He starts pounding on the basement door and I give Rocket an apologetic smile before getting off the floor and going upstairs. When I open the basement door, he’s standing in the door frame with no pants on and tears in his eyes. He hugs my legs. Tessa is behind him and her smile is weaker than I’ve ever seen it.
She looks frazzled.
She tries to pat Mason’s back and he slaps her away.
“Mason,” I scold him.
“I’m sorry,” Tess says. “He said he needed to go, so I thought we’d try the toilet and he got upset with me—it was just so easy with Hallie so I thought…well, h …he made a mess on the floor.”
“Oh my god,” I say. “I---I’m sorry, he’s having a tough time with potty training,”
I don’t tell her that is usually ends with him throwing the potty at me until I changed him.
“That’s because he should be learning from his father,” Dad says from the kitchen table.
Tessa playfully rolls her eyes.
“We’ll go clean it up.” I tell Tessa taking Mason by the hand.
I give him a bath and make him watch me clean up the entire bathroom floor. He knew better than to make a mess on the floor and I can tell he’s acting this way because he was tired. I put him in my bed and he fights me and tries to runaway but eventually he tires himself out. I read to him until he falls asleep.
When I finally leave him sleeping in my bedroom to head back to the basement I see Rocket has moved on from old documents.
She’s sitting at the kitchen table with my Dad and Tessa and a cup of tea. Her recorder is on. Dad is holding the photo of him and Mom between his fingers.
“…we saw the anti-war protests on campus everyday,” Dad was telling her. “We were terrified of war. Lots of us were newly armed with this great education and disgusted about the state of human existence.”
“Did you ever protest ?,” Rocket asks.
“No,” He says. “Mel and I thought we’d make the world better by being out best selves, doing good with our privilege. I got work at this big ad agency in New York but the things I saw there…everyone was so selfish and hateful. Mel was in law school and wanted to be a judge. We just got so much crap about not being married and her not wanting children.”
“So, United Light was your way out of all that bullshit?,” Rocket asks and Dad gives her a small smile.
Dad nods his head and I can’t believe he’s letting her record this.
“Richard Caine had these meetings we got invited to through a friend. He was looking to create a place where we could all be exceptions to the rules. Where everyone in the community would have the same ideals we had about free thinking, acceptance and peace. People warned us away, but it was so tempting…Richard Caine was so likeable.
We started going to the community on the weekends and then the next thing I knew we were true believers.”
“So, you believed in this new thing, you liked the people but what was the tipping point ? What made you leave your entire family and friends behind and go to a commune in Louisiana ?,” she asks.
“I…I was going to be drafted,” Dad says. “Richard Caine did something so I was taken out in a way that didn’t make me look like a coward. We were grateful and made the permanent move. It was temporary then. One year turned into two turned into 10. We were all close—even with Simon Caine who was younger than us. It was like spending everyday with your favorite mentor and all your closest friends. There was no economy or class to separate us.
Richard even married Mel and I. But when Richard died a few years later things slowly changed. Simon and Mel were close... She did everything he asked with such enthusiasm and I reasoned it as being for the best. I didn't know how to leave…we didn’t know any other adult life.”
“Do you still want this on the record ?,” Rocket asks,
tapping on her recorder.
Dad sighs.
“I guess,” he says. “Somebody should know. Maybe you can make people understand. United Light turned into a terrible organization under Simon Caine, but it didn’t start that way.”
“Except it did,” Rocket challenged him. “I mean I have documents proving the whole thing was started as basically a tax scheme. They really screwed you over.”
Dad is silent, but then he nods.
I watch Rocket start asking Tess questions about how she was recruited by Dad at women’s shelter. Tess had always liked my Dad but she resisted the recruitment efforts.
When she got pregnant they made a plan that once I was married off he would leave Mom and she would join him, but she’d still been afraid to join. She said the rules of the commune reminded her of her abusive ex-boyfriend.
Then when Mom died she felt like she had to be there for him.
Rocket interviews them for four hours, most of it is sad and I can tell Dad’s ashamed of everything he did, but he gets excited when he tells her how he had plans to leave.
They only stop talking when Hallie comes home from school. She’s in tears because Mason had scribbled over her homework when no one was paying attention and her teacher got mad at her. I offered to call her teacher but she just went to her room and screamed into her pillow.
“Nine going on sixteen,” Tessa joked.
Dad and Tess invite Rocket to stay for dinner too, but she says she has a meeting with a source for a story she’s working on. Dad actually helps her pack all the documents she was taking back to her hotel room and walks her out to the car.
“You’re such a softie,” Tess teases Dad, kissing his cheek when he comes back inside.
“It was only because she was a fellow Brown grad,” Dad said, looping his arm around Tess’ waist., “But I will say that felt better than any day at the therapist.”
“MOM TELLS MASON HE CAN’T COME INTO MY ROOM !,” Hallie suddenly calls from upstairs. “MOM!”
“I’ll go get him,” I say grateful to have a reason to leave them alone.
I have to pull Mason away from the keyboard Hallie used for her piano lessons. He liked to bang his fingers on it and push things in between the keys and I had to remind him it wasn’t a toy. When I pull him out of her room she shuts the door.
“Maybe we should stay at your condo for a few days and give Hallie a break,” I tell Dad, ignoring the fact that I catch the tail end of a giggle as Tess bends over to take the frozen lasagna out the oven.
“You can’t, sweetheart. I told you a thousand times that I have renters now,” Dad says. “But if you’ll be staying a while I think they have 3 month leases in this complex.”
“I really can’t afford a lease right now.”
“Of course you can. This is exactly why I gave you that money,” he says, turning on me. “You still have it don’t you ?”
“Not as much,” I admit.
“How much? I gave you $20,000,” he asked, his voice raising. “Did you spend it all on that god awful house ?”
“No, we only used $5,000 for that,” I tell him. “But I was in this wedding and I had to pay court fees and I had to fly to Alaska and here and--”
I almost want to remind him Rhett was unemployed for a while and we still needed to pay bills and have groceries but I don’t.
“Other things,” I say instead.
“ Court fees ? Other things ?,” Dad says and I can tell he’s angry. The court fees part had slipped out. “How much do you have left--”
“I don’t know--,”
“How much ?,” he asks again.
I pause. I can hear Mason throwing something down the stairs and I want to use it as an excuse to leave, but I hear him pick it up.
“Maybe $2000,” I finally say even thought it was closer to $1500.
“What the hell is wrong with you Juliana ?—Did you really spend $10,000 on drugs ?,” Dad shouts, slamming his hand on the table. I’d never heard him raise his voice at me.
“Daniel, don’t yell at her--,” Tess says.
“No,” I say quickly and then I’m confused. “Wait, how do you know about the heroin-”
“I called that Clark woman--,”
“Dad! ,” I shout back. “Why did you call her--,”
“I think everyone needs to take a deep breath--,” Tess says.
“Is it true, Juliana ?,” Dad asks. “Have you been doing drugs? Again ? Did you not learn from the first time ?”
“I—yes, but I’m clean now because of the baby---”
“Of course. The baby,” he snaps. “Tell me, sweetheart how do you expect to raise another child with no job and no savings ? Sometimes you don’t think Juliana--”
“Rhett will--”
“Hon, I think the food is going to get cold--,” Tess starts
“You can't rely on that boy. You need to get that paternity test,” Dad says talking over Tess.
“What--”
“Juliana, I don’t know what to do with you. I want to be on your side but you lie to me about everything --”
“I didn’t lie--”
“Fine. You omit things,” he says. “You live in that white trash town full of men who know only see women as objects and let them know that you’re promiscuous --which by the way I’m very disappointed in. You weren’t raised to be like that--”
“Dad--" I say my face burning.
“Juliana, you don’t know what you did on drugs or what someone did to you and if Mr. Clark is not that father he will screw you over--”
“No he won’t,” I say, but I’m not sure.
“And when you do leave him, if he tries to get custody he and his family will get it at this rate--”
“Okay, Daniel,” Tess says loudly pointing upstairs. “Out.”
Dad seems shocked but they exchange a look and he actually walks out the kitchen. I hear Dad step on something and curse and I realize Mason must have been throwing Legos down the stairs.
“I’m not doing it,” I tell her. “I’m not giving them the satisfaction--”
“I know. But you may have to--,” Tess says calmly.
“What--”
“The longer you protest the longer they’ll think you have something to hide--”
“I don’t,” I tell her. “I mean…I was out of it sometimes but I mostly did drugs alone at home. I even made sure Mason was asleep or on a playdate. This isn’t fair.”
Tess looks at me with a mix of sympathy and disappointment.
“You’re angry because it hurts,” she tells me.” And people invading your private life…your body, it should hurt. I know it’s not fair, but it’s the best thing you can do. Prove them all wrong--”
“No. I’m not doing it. It’s
humiliating,” I tell her and I start crying. "I didn't cheat on Rhett-"
“I’ll go with you,” she says. “You have nothing to be ashamed of,”
Tess puts her hand around my shoulder and for a moment I see why my Dad might love her.
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From: juliesheart@aol.com
Subject: Fuck You (has attachment)
FUCK YOU
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Case #58486593 Clark Test No. 2-43 |
MOTHER Juliana Reese Clark xxx-01 |
CHILD Unnamed xxx-02 |
Alleged Father Rhett Joseph Clark xxx-02 |
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Interpretation Combined Paternity Index 299,578,200,170,722 Probability of Paternity: 99.999999997% The alleged father is not excluded as the biological father of the tested fetus. |
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A/N
A lot of Mason's behavior in this chapter was brought to you by children from Supernanny
Also, I was trying to stray away from writing Mason's dialouge but I'm starting to have to.