May 20, 2006
Yesterday afternoon I picked up my 22 year old sister, Audrey, at the JFK airport and brought her home to stay at my place. She wants to apply for law school at Columbia and Diego agreed to set up a meeting with Dean Anderson.
Diego picked us up around noon in his limo and took is over to Dean Anderson's residence near the university. The meeting went very well and after looking over Audrey's data and interviewing her in private while Diego and I waited out front, he accepted her request.
Audrey will be moving into one of the dorms this weekend. I told her she's always welcome to stay in my guest room, too, but she knows I still need my "private time". She said that she'd always call before coming over.
After Diego bought our lunch at the Four and dropped us off at the Hill, we sat down and had a long talk. Our mother, Joyce, took us both aside when I went home for Easter, deciding it was time to tell us both the truth.
I knew mom had taken a Mediterranean cruise with three girlfriends in November of 1982 about ten years after I was born. We were both shocked to learn that after only really ever knowing one man, my father, mom had been seduced by one of the cruise attendants, a quite handsome Frenchman named Andre Dupont.
She said she let her curiosity get the best of her and Andre sure new all the tricks. He told her he would give her the famous "day after pill" as he took her unprotected in her cruise ship quarters bed. The pill turned out to be nothing but an aspirin tablet, something she learned too late as she was disembarking the ship. Yes, Audrey was the result, which explains her dark raven hair.
Mom said she admitted her one indiscretion to Bill several years later, and he accepted it and always treated Audrey as his own. I was angry at first, but Audrey sort of took it in stride. She said she understood female curiosity, saying she'd succumbed to a handsome high school football player, in much the same fashion. And since mom never really had been with another man before dad, she could understand why mom was an easy target.
I chose not to share my first affair, but I did forgive mom and we agreed to move on.