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"Christie's name has been changed to Violet. She's been named after my mother, and Violet," he said, punctuating the name sharply, "is home."
"Oh, no," I cried, turning to Jimmy. This couldn't be happening! I couldn't lose Christie. Not again! Especially not after finally finding her!
"Wait a minute," Jimmy said in a controlled voice. "Are you telling us that you won't give Dawn her baby back?"
"We did what we were supposed to do legally. Babies are not toys," Sanford Compton lectured. "They're not things you give and take back, things you exchange lightly. Violet has a home here now, a home in which she is loved and cherished, a home in which she will grow happily and have all the best things life has to offer. You can't cast her off one day and reel her in the next like some fish you throw back into the water."
"But I didn't throw her back into the water!" I exclaimed. "My grandmother stole my baby and forged my signature on documents. Didn't Mr. Updike make that clear?" I cried out in dismay.
"All Mr. Updike said was minds have changed; you want the baby back. I have been in contact with my lawyers, and they have advised me I have a legal position. I intend to enforce it."
His words sent shivers down my spine. I felt as if someone had thrown a pail of ice water over me—a legal battle? For my own baby? Grandmother Cutler's revenge continued even after her death. She was still controlling my life and happiness, even from her grave.
"Look," Jimmy said, still trying to quiet his temper, "you're making a big mistake here. Maybe you don't understand what happened. Dawn never agreed to—"
"We were offered an infant that a mother didn't want," Sanford interrupted. "My wife and I have been trying to have our own child for years now. While we want a child desperately, other people," he said, spitting his words in my direction, "have them in a very cavalier manner and then want to get rid of them. Well, we didn't question all the details; we accepted the conditions, signed papers and were given the child.
"Now you come here and want to undo all that has been done. Some time has passed. We love Violet, and, as unlikely as it might seem to you, Violet has taken to us, especially to my wife. You can't play with people like you play with dolls."
"That's not fair, Mr. Compton!" I exclaimed.
"That's stupid," Jimmy snapped back.
"Jimmy!"
"No, he has no right to talk to us this way. He doesn't know anything," Jimmy sneered.
"I know we're not turning the baby over to you," Sanford Compton said, standing up abruptly, "and I know I would like you two to leave my house immediately."
"You can't keep her baby!" Jimmy shouted, rising to his feet.
"I told you," Sanford Compton said calmly, "it's not her baby anymore. Violet is our baby."
"Like hell she is," Jimmy flared. "Come on, Dawn. We'll go to the police. These people are stealing your baby."
"Oh, dear," Mrs. Compton said, and this time she could not hold back her sobs.
"Now look what you've done—you've upset my wife. I must insist you leave, or I will be the one to call the police."
"Don't worry about it," Jimmy said, reaching for my hand. "We'll see the police, and we'll be back. All you're doing is making unnecessary trouble for everyone."
The butler appeared in the doorway as if Sanford Compton had pushed an invisible button calling for him.
"Frazer, see these people out, please."
I looked at Mrs. Compton before leaving.
"I'm sorry," I said to
her, "but I never agreed to the giving away of my baby. It's not my fault. I didn't intend for this to happen."
Patricia Compton began to sob harder.
"Please leave," Sanford commanded.
Jimmy and I walked out. The butler stepped back and then moved forward to open the front door for us.
"Damn stupid people," Jimmy muttered loud enough for them to hear.
