Stephen

This is post 6 of Section I. To begin at the beginning, go here.

As they got out of the elevator, Gwen was fiddling with the video camera—another contraption of which Bennett took a dim view—so she did not see the slight, well-groomed figure poking his head out of the apartment. Bennett clutched Gwen’s arm convulsively as the head disappeared back inside.
“Jesus God! Don’t look now, but that’s just a boy in Robert’s
apartment!”
Gwen finished inserting the tape in the camera and looked at him calmly. “Most probably.”
He peered into her grey eyes, his senses reeling. “Gwen, darling,” he said, slowly, to be sure she would get it. “Our son is preparing to publish this sick connection at Trinity Episcopal Church in a month, and you flick on the Camcorder?”
The lines in her face crinkled into a smile as she patted his clutching arm. “Ed, Ed—don’t you ever listen? I told you a couple of weeks ago that Jack had a son. His name’s Stephen, and he’s twelve years old. Robert’s actually quite excited about becoming a step-father.”
Relieved though he was, Bennett shuddered at that image, so Gwen added quickly, “Part time, of course. Stephen’s mother usually has him, but tonight’s a special occasion.”

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