#My52: Week 5
Word prompt: knees
Word count – 496
Reading time – 2 mins, 4 secs
Dexter Morgan pleaded with his counselor for several minutes to not call for the school nurse or dial 911.
Jerome Gaffney relented, but only after insisting Dex explain how having to apply for financial aid almost made him pass out.
Dex was reluctant and anxious but knew he had no choice. He had to divulge at least part of his shameful home-life. “We live with my mother’s boyfriend and I don’t know what he does for a living… legally. Simon, my mom’s boyfriend, gambles, I think. I know he’s always looking for high stakes poker games… and always loses.”
He averted his eyes at the scowl on Gaffney’s face and continued.
“She left… we left my dad when I was twelve and I haven’t seen him since.”
The counselor scrubbed a hand down his face. “I’m sorry, son. I wasn’t aware of that. However, he’s still eligible to file for your financial aid. What does he do?”
Dex tilted his head to one side, working up the resolve to speak the words for the first time.
“He died three years ago.”
“Oh, Dexter! I am so sorry, kiddo. I must sound like a heartless troll asking these questions. I can’t imagine what it’s been like for you.”
“Not your fault, Mr. Gaffney. You didn’t know. And thank you.”
“May I ask what he died from?”
Dex waved his hand through the air. “Your guess is as good as mine. Ma’s not big on details.”
He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. “But it had to be because of his injuries. He was in a wheelchair and the doctors said-”
Gaffney cut him off. “Injuries? Wheelchair? Was he in an accident?”
The boy tried to school his features, but his pain was obvious. “He was wounded in combat. Afghanistan. There was a firefight, lots of wounded. My dad was trying to get a buddy to the medics and took a bullet. It did a lot of damage… and left him partially paralyzed.”
He took deep, measured breaths to fight off the anxiety which always threatened to consume him when he thought of the father he was forced to abandon.
His counselor hadn’t responded and was flipping through file folders on his desk.
“Mr. Gaffney? Is something wrong?”
“You just told me your dad was a veteran, Dexter, and I don’t recall seeing that in your file.”
“Ah! Here it is. Mother, Verna Henley-Morgan, 2227 Shamrock Court, Las Vegas. Father, Proctor Morgan, whereabouts unknown.”
Dex sat up straight. “That’s not true. We left my dad at our old house in Bennington, Colorado.”
The counselor blew out a rough breath. “Did your parents divorce?”
“I-I… don’t know. Ma mentioned nothing about it. Is that important?”
“Some parents don’t discuss family finances with their kids, but either way, you’re entitled to benefits.”
“Benefits? What does that mean? For college?”
Gaffney chuckled as he pulled out new forms. “At the very least, Dexter, at the very least.”
To be continued…
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