May, 1987
I was sitting in the back seat of the four-door Audi, and the car was being driven by my brother in law, Sky. In the front passenger seat was a friend of Sky’s named Luke. Sky was five years my junior, as well as his friend Luke. Sky had flown to Illinois to retrieve the 1980 Audi and the three of us had stopped in Nashville for a day of honky tonkin and drinking. This was something that Sky, Mack and I had done on several occasions when Sky had been living there and attending college. It seemed only appropriate that Sky should invite me along for the trip. It was a good time for all of us but the party was over now and it was back to reality.
“Why are you driving so fast?” I asked Sky.
“I don’t want you to miss your flight,” he responded.
We were in route to Tampa International Airport where I was to catch a flight back to Illinois. I did not think that I was in any danger of missing my flight, although I did not say as much. I just settled in for the ride, listening to the radio and chatting mindlessly with Luke.
We arrived at the airport with time to spare and yet Sky was still practically running to the terminal where I was to board the flight. We had barely time to check in when a short chubby middle-aged man approached me I had never seen before in my life.
“Are you Charletta Hunsdorfer?” he asked.
“Yes, I am.” I replied
He then handed me a large bundle of legal documents, mumbled something about being appointed to deliver this document by the Sarasota County something or other and then walked away.
“Wait a minute,” I said to the back of the stranger’s head, “what is this?”
He made no response and continued to walk away. I looked at Sky for some type of explanation. Luke was nervously backing away.
“I had nothing to do with this,” Sky said to me. “Why don’t you just go into the lounge here and have a beer.”
He almost shoved me into the lounge, escorting me by the arm. Then he and Luke quickly vanished in to the crowd.
I sat with the much needed beer, and smoking mindlessly. I opened the document and attempted to decipher what was for the most part Greek to me.
‘In the county of Sarasota, in the State of Florida… Plaintiff states that he is a resident of Florida …the plaintiff further states that as a resident of Florida…’
What in the hell did Mack think he was doing? I’ve got to call home and find out what is going on. I was very confused and not really thinking rationally. I thought I knew what this was about, but because I didn’t want to believe it I choose not to.
I phoned my best friend Susan who was in Illinois. “Susan,” I said somewhat hysterically, “I need for you to go to the house and see if anyone is there. I change flights in Dayton and I will call you again from there.”
As the plane made its way to Dayton, I recalled the events of the night before. We had all had more than enough to drink but I was not totally without conscious. After Sky went to bed, Luke came to the sofa where I was to sleep and attempted to seduce me. It was not a forceful attempt and he quietly left me when he was rejected, but I now wondered if this was part of the master plan.
When my flight landed in Dayton, my apprehension mounting, I phoned Susan again.
“The house is dark Charlie. Your car is there, Chelsea the dog is there, but no one else is there,” she said.
“Shit! I can’t believe this!” I said
My greatest fears now a reality I simply asked Susan, “Will you please pick me up at the airport, my flight arrives at 8:40.”
Susan agreed to pick me up.
I sat in coach seated beside a man who became increasingly uncomfortable with my uncontrollable tears. Reality was creeping in and I could not stop the tears as my mind raced backwards in time. How could this have happened again my mind screamed, how could this happen twice in one lifetime? The stranger beside me nervously glanced at me and made a well-meaning comment, “Something very sad has happened to you.” he said. It was really more of a question than a comment, to which I simply nodded my head. This was not something I was prepared to discuss with total strangers and idol chitchat was out of the question. Reality had hit without mercy now. I should never have boarded this flight. I should have walked to Sarasota if necessary, but I should not have left the state of Florida!