Camden Debut (cont - 6)

Larvell spotted Pablo in the crowd. He was with his Dominican Double D wife who had her arms wrapped inside the tanned right arm of Pablo like a Christmas bow. Pablo was a lucky man to have the opportunity to sleep with a woman like that every night. He shouldn’t complain so much. Larvell took note of Pablo walking over to John, tapping him on the shoulder and pointing towards Larvell. The two of them broke away from the group, with his Dominican wife breaking her grip from his arm. Pablo had a serious look on his face that worried Larvell. He wondered why the two of them would be coming his way. He didn’t need to be introduced to John. That would inch him closer to Jason, a personal entanglement he did not seek.

This should have been a time for Larvell to celebrate. Here was his China prodigy pitching on national television for the Baltimore Orioles with the President of the United States and the China Premiere soon to be arriving to occupy a room next to them and all he could do was drown in his own anger. He could not shake this feeling of doom surrounding him, capturing him like a prisoner in a cell, the walls slowly creeping in on him, making it harder for him to breathe – to focus. Venting his anger was the only way he knew how to fight.

Larvell took a last glance at Pablo’s wife to escape his thoughts of suffocation. The Double D bombshell with cleavage one could fit a lineup card in was now alone to fend for herself in a room full of lascivious men. It didn’t take long for her to stay alone. Pablo had only taken three steps away from her before she was joined by two other men who engaged her in conversation, the drool in their eyes focused only on the cleavage from her chest, not hiding their intentions. She brought out a contrived laugh in response to what one of the men said, a gift she had no doubt learned at a young age.

“Larvell, I don’t know if you remember John. I don’t think you were ever formally introduced. John was the caretaker for Jason while he was growing up in China. You may have seen him in the Dominican Republic when you went down there that one day to see Jason pitch. He had a little more hair then. John this is Larvell.”

Larvell smiled. They shook hands, John yanking at the right hand of Larvell as if it was a water pump. Larvell wondered where John had placed his bobble head. He was not carrying it when he shook his hand. When their hands broke apart John rubbed his right hand on his bald head. “Head much smoother now. Don’t have to carry comb.” He forced a nervous laugh.

Larvell smiled again.

“John would like to talk to you briefly in private. I think it is something you need to hear.”

The smile from Larvell disappeared. “We can go next door.” Larvell didn’t like surprises. Especially when it came from someone so close to Jason Woo. Next door was a room where the President and the China Premiere would be sitting. They had yet to arrive so it would be empty. Or so he hoped. Once the game started no one would be allowed in that room except personally invited guests with a yellow badge. Mr. Hwa was one of those personally invited guests. Larvell was not.

When they walked out of the owner’s box to the room next door a secret service agent with a wire snaking from his pocket to his right ear was standing in front of the door. “No one is allowed entry sir without the proper identification,” the stern looking man barked.

“I’m the Vice President of Operations for the Orioles.”

“Sorry sir. You need a yellow colored badge to be allowed entry into this room. Your color is green. Your friend’s card is red. The only room he will be allowed in on this floor is the one he just left and the rest room across from it.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake. I’m a prisoner in my own facilities.”

Larvell looked around. There were secret service agents standing in front of each of the rooms. The amount of security involved in just getting inside the stadium had been a challenge. Getting into the owner’s box area was an additional challenge. With those two stringent security checks Larvell wondered what they thought he could have gotten through to cause such danger. The rest room was his only alternative. When they got in Larvell opened the three stalls to make sure no one was inside.

“What did you want to tell me John?” There was no disguising the disinterest in his voice. In one of the biggest games the Orioles would play the last place he wanted to be was in the restroom talking to a man he hardly knew.

“You know story I tell bout finding Jason in front of adoption agency. That not exactly true.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. We’ve learned a lot of what you said about Jason that was not true. What do you want to tell me this time?”

“The Asian woman with me at party? Do you member seeing her?”

“Yes. I remember you with an Asian woman.” Shu, her parents and Misty were the only Asian women in the room other than the woman John was with. This was kind of surprising for a game to be pitched by Jason Woo. Larvell assumed all the other Asian women were in the other room, where all the China delegation would mingle.

“Her name Moogi. She the mother of Jason.”

The statement leapt out like a bat flying out of the darkness of a cave, swooping down in front of his face. Larvell could not hide his shock. This is not what he needed to hear, not with all the other stuff going on, even if it was not true. Larvell tried to keep his composure. “So now you’re telling me Jason has a mom. What happened to the story of Jason being left at the front door?”

“That was lie. It cover up for my bad actions.”

“And what were you trying to cover up?”

“Moogi was a massage girl when I met her.”

Another statement coming out like a left hook to the jaw. “You mean a prostitute?”

“No. A massage girl. Massage girl and prostitute two different thing. A massage girl does not have to sleep with client. If you tip her well the choice is hers.”

”So are you going to tell me next you are Jason’s father?”

“No. Jason too big for me to be father. Moogi call me to tell me she pregnant. She not know what to do. She not want to abort so I help her through pregnant time. When she deliver I take Jason as my own. He not drop randomly at doorstep. I drop him at door step then discover him.”

“What a surprise. You can tell some nice tales John.” Larvell wiped his hands across the top of his forehead and brought them down to his chin. He tried to remain calm. “Trying to identify which was are true is the real challenge.”

“This story true. I swear. After delivery I hire her as cleaning woman so she could be near Jason. Jason know her. He not know she his mom though.”

“What about the father? Does she know who the father is?”

“Father very complicated. She saw too many men in that short period of time to know for sure. She not see me for very long time that why she know I not father.”

“Sounds like she was still a very busy girl for a massage girl.”

“She also have crazy dream about time she got pregnant. She dream an angel came down through roof while she sleeping. The angel made love to her. Normally she not remember dreams, but after this dream she woke up naked with her night gown on floor. This never happen to her before, a dream seeming so real. Most dreams she not remember but this dream seem so clear, the details still fresh in her thoughts. She also have different feeling inside.”

“So are you telling me the father of Jason could be an angel?”

“That could explain the thunder.”

“The idea is crazy. What makes her trust you with Jason?”

John seemed embarrassed by the question and averted his eyes from the glare of Larvell. He hesitated for a moment, but somehow found the courage to force the words out.

“That could also explain the voices she heard inside her head while she was pregnant. They were like tiny whispers. After she have Jason those voices disappear. Later, Jason tell me he hear voices inside head.”

This was all getting very strange. “Jason hears voices?”

“Yes. Angel voices. Angels talk inside head of Jason.”

“How do you know they are angel voices?”

“Jason tell me their names. I not remember names now. Gabriel is one name I remember. Rafael another. All English names. I look names up on internet. They all names of arch angels.”

Larvell could feel his forhead sweating. He grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser and wiped them across hisforhead.

“Why you think we come to Baltimore?”

“I thought you had told Pablo you came to Baltimore because we were such a bad team?”

“I not know that but I had to tell Pablo something. He think I crazy man if I tell him voices inside Jason head reason we go to Baltimore. Not easy to do with little money and no visa. Jason insist it could be done. Voices would help. I not know what they did and it not easy but we did it.”

“You’re starting to scare me with this story. It is very hard to believe. Who else knows about these voices?” Larvell searched for the trash, located a receptacle and shoved the moist paper towel inside.

“Only me. I not tell anyone else. Life has not been easy. After wife die I get lonely and take advantage of services Moogie offered, as a number of men did. I one of her regular customers. She think I treat her nicest of all men. She try to think of all men she sleep with during that time but too many to remember. She careful though. Every man sleep with her must wear condom. No exception. Not even for me. I with her when Jason born. We used what you call mid wife. No hospital. When she deliver Jason there loud thunder come down from sky. It made us all jump because it was last thing we expect on clear day. Then light shine through window onto Moogie. It all very strange.”

“So now why are you telling me all this? Does she want money? You know if she is not the mother we have DNA tests that can easily validate that. You do know what DNA tests are?” Now Larvell was getting defensive.

“No. She no interest in money. She only here see Jason pitch. Then she go back to China. You may never see or hear from her again. I thought you should know. Decision too big for me to make. It might be good for Jason to know his mother. It might also not be good decision. I leave for you to decide.”

The door opened. A man walked in. He stopped when he saw Larvell and John in the middle of the restroom talking. Larvell glared at him. “Could you find another restroom or just hold it for five minutes. We’re almost done.”

The startled man turned around and walked out the door. As Larvell thought about it, his comment did not come out right. Now in addition to his sex video he would find himself in some gossip magazine with an allegation he was having a homosexual affair with some Asian man in a rest room. The walls continued to close.

He focused his attention back to John, trying to find some calm in his voice. “And the father?”

“The father will probably always remain a mystery.”

“Thank you for telling me this John. I’ll have to think about this for a little bit. This was not the kind of news I was expecting to hear today. How can I reach you?”

John tore off a paper towel from a dispenser hanging over the sink. He searched his pockets for a pen. Larvell gave him his and John wrote his number on the paper towel. “You can reach me here. I not know if phone will take call from States once I back in China but I put email here too.”


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