Mrs. Jones was cleaning the breakfast tafel, tabel when someone rang the bell. She put the dishes on the dresser and walked to the front door. She opened and froze.
“You” she zei weak when seeing Cas.
“Hello, Mrs. Jones” Cas zei friendly. “Can I come in, please?”
“I…I don’t know, Mr…” Mrs. Jones stammered reluctant.
“Novak. Castiel Novak” Cas introduced himself. He nodded at Meg. “This is Meg Masters. She’s a close friend. Please, Mrs. Jones, I just want to talk to you”
Mrs. Jones sighed. “Fine, then” she zei and she let them in. She led them to the keuken-, keuken where she offered them to sit down. Cas looked around and whistled admiring.
“I see you’ve made some changes” he noticed. “Did u win the lottery?”
Mrs. Jones’ cheeks turned pink. “No, someone gave me the money”
“Why would someone do that?” Meg asked, taking a chocolate biscuit from the plate Mrs. Jones had put on table.
“Because they wanted me to testify against you” Mrs. Jones confessed ashamed.
“So, basically, u didn’t mind putting an innocent man in jail as long as u had a good life?” Meg summarized.
“Not me, my son” Mrs. Jones defended herself. “I didn’t mind putting an innocent man in jail as long as my son had a good life”
“You realize that if it wasn’t for Cas, your son would have no life at all?” Meg reminded Mrs. Jones in a calm, yet sinister voice.
“I know that” Mrs. Jones replied slowly and careful. “But u don’t know what it’s like. I wanted to give my son the future he deserves and if that meant I had to do something really bad, then so be it. I’m not proud of that, but let’s face it. u were found innocent” she said, looking desperate at Cas, trying to find some understanding. “When u have children of your own, u will understand”
Meg looked at her flat tummy, wondering if she should tell Cas. She shook her head and came back to earth.
“Yeah, see, there’s been a little problem with that” she zei sweet, yet baleful. “Some people believed your crap testimony and decided to penalize Cas anyway”
“I’m really sorry” Mrs. Jones zei weak, not liking the way this conversation was going.
“Where’s little Jerrick?” Cas changed the subject.
“At school” Mrs. Jones answered careful.
“Good” Cas commentaar gegeven smiling. “We don’t want to traumatize him with the sight of his ripped open mother”
“You” she zei weak when seeing Cas.
“Hello, Mrs. Jones” Cas zei friendly. “Can I come in, please?”
“I…I don’t know, Mr…” Mrs. Jones stammered reluctant.
“Novak. Castiel Novak” Cas introduced himself. He nodded at Meg. “This is Meg Masters. She’s a close friend. Please, Mrs. Jones, I just want to talk to you”
Mrs. Jones sighed. “Fine, then” she zei and she let them in. She led them to the keuken-, keuken where she offered them to sit down. Cas looked around and whistled admiring.
“I see you’ve made some changes” he noticed. “Did u win the lottery?”
Mrs. Jones’ cheeks turned pink. “No, someone gave me the money”
“Why would someone do that?” Meg asked, taking a chocolate biscuit from the plate Mrs. Jones had put on table.
“Because they wanted me to testify against you” Mrs. Jones confessed ashamed.
“So, basically, u didn’t mind putting an innocent man in jail as long as u had a good life?” Meg summarized.
“Not me, my son” Mrs. Jones defended herself. “I didn’t mind putting an innocent man in jail as long as my son had a good life”
“You realize that if it wasn’t for Cas, your son would have no life at all?” Meg reminded Mrs. Jones in a calm, yet sinister voice.
“I know that” Mrs. Jones replied slowly and careful. “But u don’t know what it’s like. I wanted to give my son the future he deserves and if that meant I had to do something really bad, then so be it. I’m not proud of that, but let’s face it. u were found innocent” she said, looking desperate at Cas, trying to find some understanding. “When u have children of your own, u will understand”
Meg looked at her flat tummy, wondering if she should tell Cas. She shook her head and came back to earth.
“Yeah, see, there’s been a little problem with that” she zei sweet, yet baleful. “Some people believed your crap testimony and decided to penalize Cas anyway”
“I’m really sorry” Mrs. Jones zei weak, not liking the way this conversation was going.
“Where’s little Jerrick?” Cas changed the subject.
“At school” Mrs. Jones answered careful.
“Good” Cas commentaar gegeven smiling. “We don’t want to traumatize him with the sight of his ripped open mother”
