Kentucky Woman by Mike J. Brogan

Author:Mike J. Brogan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lighthouse Publishing

FORTY ONE

Finally, The Big Day!

Ellie could barely contain her excitement. In minutes, her DNA would reveal whether she was the biological daughter of Jacqueline Moreau and Leland Radford. She’d thought of nothing else for the last forty-eight hours.

Quinn and she were in Lexington, driving past the University of Kentucky campus, heading to Southern Genetics Labs, one of the state’s most respected DNA testing facilities.

“Are we anxious?” Quinn asked.

“We are vibrating like a tuning fork!”

“Relax. DNA will prove you’re the daughter of Jacqueline Moreau and Leland Radford.”

“Why’re you so sure?”

“Like I said before – all indications are with you.”

“I’d rather have facts.”

“You’ve got facts.”

“I do?”

“Sure.”

“What facts?”

“Well, first, did Leland Radford’s housekeeper, Irene, swear that Jacqueline and Leland were deeply in love and only had eyes for each other?”

“She did.”

“And did Irene say that you are the spitting image of Jacqueline, and you have Mr. Radford’s eyes?”

“She did.”

“And did Loretta Mae at House of Grace also say that you are the spitting image of Jacqueline?”

“She did.”

“And did both Loretta Mae and Irene say that Jacqueline named her baby Alex.”

“They did.”

“And did a lady named Drucilla deliver Jacqueline’s baby Alex from the House of Grace over to Harold and Joyce Stuart down in Harlan?”

“She did.”

“And did the Stuarts rename her Ellie?”

“They did.”

“And finally, there’s the most compelling evidence of all!”

“What?”

“Is there, or is there not, as Loretta Mae pointed out, a birthmark shaped like Florida on your left butt?”

She laughed. “There is!”

“As your legal advisor, I’m required too verify this alleged buttmark!”

“Verify that Kroger truck first!”

Quinn swerved around a Kroger semi backing out of an alley.

“As I said before, there’s one other possibility,” Ellie said.

“What’s that?”

“My mother had an affair with someone else at The Pines. A chauffeur, a butler, a traveling salesman, a moonshiner.”

“Not according to Irene!” Quinn said, as he pulled into Southern Genetics and parked. They stepped out into the warm humid morning air filled with the sweet scent of lilac. She felt anxious and clutched Quinn’s arm as they approached the sprawling, glass-and-brick three-story building.

One minute later, they were led down a hall and into a large, wood paneled conference room with light display boxes mounted on the walls. She saw the Estate Executor, Fletcher Falcone, and three other men chatting around a large gleaming wood table.

When Falcone saw her, he hoisted his three hundred pounds onto his small loafers and smiled. “Ellie, Quinn, good to see y’all again.” He waved them toward two empty leather chairs at the table.

A thin man with ruddy cheeks, rimless glasses and a toothy smile stood and shook their hands.

“Welcome to Southern Genetics folks. I’m Doctor Lester Atkins, Director, and this is my associate, Doctor Chester Paul, Director of Laboratory Services.” He pointed to a small man who smiled up from a motorized wheelchair plastered with NASCAR stickers.

“Folks call us Lester and Chester,” Chester said with a grin.

Ellie and Quinn smiled back.

“Would y’all like some coffee, water, soft drink?” Dr. Atkins said.

“No, thanks,” Ellie and Quinn said.

Ellie felt tension crackling around her like static electricity.

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