Story:Words In Stone

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Words In Stone
Written by Shataivian

It was no surprise to Lisa that her first two games back after speaking with Eric ended poorly. Two losses right off the bat against the Taproots. This meant less free days to go to Delaware. Her plan was to spend her free time re-searching for her mother’s obituary. She failed to find it in Albany, but now she knew that it was because her mother wouldn’t have passed in Albany. It would have to be Delaware. But first she’d have to get pass the semifinals.

Game three was back at home. Yes. A win. Game four? Yes. Another win. Just two more. Maybe she could have four free days before the conference finals. All they needed was to win the next two games. Game five? A loss. This meant this was going to take all seven games. Then the conference finals would begin immediately after, meaning more waiting. That, or they lose the next game and she’d be free until the next season started up. But that was out of the question. Despite everything that was going on, winning this whole thing was also the goal.

Game six was a win. One more. Just one more. Whether they win or lose, all she needed was one more game. Game seven. A win! Yes! The Spirits were going to the conference finals! But that meant at least another nine-day wait. And that was only if the Spirits (or the Voodoo) win with a blowout.

First two games were on the Voodoo’s court, both losses. No big deal. The Spirits were going to match them back at home. Game three? The Spirits won. Game four? A loss? The Spirits were behind, and Lisa was not about to give in just yet. But they absolutely needed to win the next game, or they were out. Problem was they were going back to the Voodoo’s court. It was an amazing fight. It took everything they had, but the Spirits would come out the victors winning 111 to 107! But it truly took everything they had. Erik Toivonen was taken out on a day-to-day watch. No. They needed him. He was their defense, their Center. But unfortunately, he would not recover in time. The Spirits lost in overtime 138 to 130. A true battle, but that was that. The season was over for the Spirits. Time to shift gears.

With the Finals ending for the Spirits on June 11th, Lisa took the following day to take a breath before flying out on the 13th to Wilmington, Delaware. Since she was touching down in Wilmington, and Delaware wasn’t that big of a state, Lisa figured it was the perfect place to start her search. Like in Albany, Lisa found the biggest library she could search up, ending up at Wilmington Public Library. Lisa took a breath before entering. Her heals clicked loudly against the marble floors, catching everyone’s attention. She stormed right up to the help desk and asked where their newspaper archives were. She clacked down the entire length of the library, ignoring the gasps and occasional fan. An answer better be here.

Lisa picked out a pile of microfilm and sat at a monitor with a microfilm reader. Hopefully this would be an in and out job. She’d find her answers and be off in time for lunch. But, of course, doubt spread throughout her mind. In fact, it had been taking a tole on her for the past 26 agonizing days. What if David was in the right? What if there’s more to the story? What if, what if, what if? No. It was time to take the plunge. She shook off the doubt as best she could and began her search. Let’s go.

December 26th, 1995, Lisa’s birthdate. She didn’t expect to find an obituary so soon, but just in case, she searched anyway. But nothing. No big deal. Moving on. December 27th? No. Two dates down and Lisa was starting to realize how long this would take. Unlike last time, she didn’t have Emmett there to split the load. It’s fine. Keep going. December 28th? Still no. Keep going. December 29th?

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Lisa covered her mouth as she sat back in her seat. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her hands shook. There. There it was. She found it. She actually found it. She took several deep breaths and slowly leaned forward again to read through it. The whole time, Lisa was shaking her head. It had more than she expected. After making copies of what she found, she continued down the rabbit hole and researched her mother’s husband since his name was mentioned in the obituary. More head shaking. She researched the gravesite. It wasn’t far from where she was. She gathered her things and left to go visit the site. And there it was. There She was.

Lisa sat down on the grass in front of her mother’s grave and just stared at it. She would reach her hand out every so often to try to rest her hand on the grave itself, but it was hard for her to do. After some time, Lisa got up and sat right back down in front of a grave right beside her mother’s. And like her mother’s she stared at it. And then a ring. Lisa sighed and reached in her pocket for her phone. Valencia, huh? Perfect way to get some confirmation. Lisa picked up.

“Hey, Val,” she said softly.

“Darling! How are you?!”

“Good… To what do I owe this pleasure.”

“Well. I saw your tweet. Oh, and congrats on making it to the conference finals. You did great!”

“Uh huh.” Lisa placed her free hand on the grave in front of her.

“Right. So! I saw your tweet. You’re in Delaware?”

“Yeah?”

“Interesting. Well, I wanted to talk to you about a certain birth certificate.” Lisa silently laughed. Valencia was nervous about Lisa being in Delaware and called to bring up her birth certificate? That said plenty to Lisa. Let’s see how much more we can get.

“I don’t need it anymore,” Lisa informed Valencia. “I have everything I need already.”

“O-oh?” Valencia’s voice shook. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m pretty sure. I already know what it says.” Lisa took a breath and began to recite what she knew was on her birth certificate. “My mother’s maiden name was Bellamy Lambert. The father’s name is Timothy duPont. And the child’s name… Was Eliza Mae duPont.” Lisa laughed. “I admit I was confused at first when I found Bellamy’s obituary.” She cleared her throat and began to read her copy of the obituary. “’Bellamy duPont, age 28, of Wilmington DE, left us, surrounded by her friends and family on December 26th, 1995, during childbirth.’ Yadda yadda yadda. ‘Bellamy was survived by her parents, Andrew and Martha Lambert, her husband Timothy, and her two sons Daniel and Andrew,’ and so forth.”

Lisa decided to lie back on the grass, with one foot propped up on her knee, in between the two graves. “The confusing part,” she continued. “Was that this was a joint obituary. The parts that I skipped? Yeah, it was the other person who passed. Poor Eliza Mae, 42 minutes old, passed after her mother gave birth to her. ‘Eliza was survived by her father, Timothy, and her two older brothers, Danial and Andrew!’ So, I’m like, ‘Oh! There’s this girl who passed with her mother!’ But then I was like ‘it didn’t mention me anywhere, though. Maybe I’m not related to this person.’ But then! I’m like, ‘Well, then why do I have this girl’s birth certificate?’ And then it hits me. That girl… IS me… I’m guessing just like David had his name changed, my name was changed. But my birth name… The original name I was given… was Eliza Mae duPont.”

There was silence on the phone for a moment before Valencia replied. “Well, look at you, miss junior detective. You’ve got it all figured out, don’t you?”

“Well, there’s still some unanswered questions,” Lisa said as her knee carelessly bounced. “Like, why am I able to lie here next to both my mother’s grave, and my own grave?”

“Well,” Valencia laughed. “For that, I think you know who you’ll have to talk to”

“David’s just full of surprises… What about you? You gonna be okay with just the $5 million I gave you?” Lisa taunted.

“Oh, sweetheart. The first rule of conducting business is always ask for more than you actually want, then give them the ‘better’ deal of the actual price.”

“You got me,” Lisa snickered. “So, what will become of you and David?”

“Oh, I’ve left town long ago.” Both Valencia and Lisa laughed at that. As Lisa’s laughter died down, her mind hit on a particular topic.

“Hey,” Lisa began. “Do you know what my favorite flowers are?”

“Can’t say that I do.”

“It’s pink roses and yellow daffodils.”

“Ah. An odd combination. What brings this up.” You could almost hear the smirk through the phone.

“Oh, just that David was the one who got me to like them. I was his yellow daffodil. Makes sense, yellow neck, yellow daffodil. Anyway. The pink rose was supposed to be the love of a parent. Probably the love of a mother now that I think about it. I don’t know what they actually represent, but that’s what I was told. And whenever I was having a particularly hard time, David would recite this poem. It always meant a lot to me, but I never really sat with the words before.”

“That poem have a new meaning now, don’t it?”

“Mmmhmm.” The two laughed again, and as Lisa hung up the phone, she let her arms fall to either side of her. Bellamy Lambert. Timothy duPont. Eliza Mae… So many answers at once. There were just a few more things she needed to know. And she was going to get it out of David. One way. Or another.

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