I looked back to Billie to see her twist her mouth the other way before she asked, “Will you make Daddy safe?”
I felt Mitch’s body tense against mine. This meant he couldn’t and it also meant he didn’t want to tell Billie that or lie to her and say he could.
Therefore, I stepped in. “Let’s worry about you and your brother now and we’ll worry about your Daddy later. Does that sound like a plan?”
Her big blue eyes looked into mine and she whispered, “Where is Daddy?”
Oh crap. I knew this was going to happen just as I knew I wouldn’t be prepared for it. And I was right, it was happening and I wasn’t prepared for it.
“Uh…” I started and then Mitch butted right in and answered and when he did this, for some reason he did it truthfully.
“Jail, Billie,” Mitch said carefully and Billie’s eyes got big and not in an “isn’t life wondrous” way.
Incidentally, so did mine.
“Dad’s in jail?” We heard from behind us, I let Billie’s head go and both Mitch and I twisted to see Billy, hair wet, clothes on, standing in Mitch’s cool-as-hell living room.
Oh boy. I’d been avoiding this and life being crazy and the kids adjusting to their new routine had allowed me to do it. They hadn’t asked and I hadn’t offered up the information.
Now what did I do?
I stood uncertain but Mitch didn’t.
I knew this because instantly he called, “Bud, come here.”
Billy looked at Mitch for several long seconds, his face hard and blank then he walked into the kitchen. When he made it close enough, Mitch put a hand in my belly and pushed me back a couple of feet. Then he bent over, linked his hands and twisted his neck to look at Billy.
“Foot in my hands, Bud, I’ll give you a leg up,” he ordered quietly.
Billy again hesitated for several seconds then he put his foot in Mitch’s hand, his hands on Mitch’s shoulders and Mitch hefted him up to sit on the counter by his sister. Then Mitch reached out a hand to me, he tagged my shirt and pulled, necessitating me moving toward him. When I got close enough, he slid his arm along my waist, curling his hand around my hip and he pulled me tight to his side.
Then he spoke.
“You remember a while ago we all went over to your Dad’s and he wasn’t feelin’ too good?” he asked.
Billie bit her lip.
Billy stated in a tight, angry voice, “No. I remember he was feelin’ just fine seein’ as he was drunk, as usual, and shootin’ up, as usual.”
I sucked in breath. Billie quit biting her lip and it started trembling.
“Buddy –” I started on a whisper.
“Yeah,” Mitch said over me and I tipped my head back to look at him as he carried on. “It isn’t illegal to drink alcohol but it is illegal to take drugs. That’s bad enough but what makes it worse is doin’ either of those in front of kids.”
“Mitch,” I whispered my warning but it went unheeded and Mitch kept talking.
“You do bad things, doesn’t matter if you’re a kid or a grown up, you get punished. Your Dad has done bad and he’s gettin’ punished.”
“Mitch,” I repeated, this time in a little above a whisper and my hand automatically went to his abs to give him a warning “shut up!” press which, by the way, he totally ignored.
“So he’s in jail because he does drugs?” Billy asked in a tone that sounded vaguely curious and not much else.
“That and other stuff that isn’t too good,” Mitch answered. “And you both should know, it’s likely he’ll be there awhile.”
Oh my God! What was he doing?
I watched tears fill Billie’s eyes and therefore snapped, “Mitch!”