Tears of Betrayal Chapter 9 Susan smiled as she finished taking the dirty coffee cups into the kitchen of her shop. The afternoon had been a little frightening for her but things seemed to be calming down and getting back to normal. Angela, who had recovered herself after "Dick" had left the shop, had decided to return to the apartment for some rest. Susan was grateful for that. The whole incident with "Dick" was, in her opinion, enough for anyone to lose it, especially a person with a mental handicap like Angela. She began to wash each cup individually, just as she did every day, taking care to make sure each one was clean. When she had finished that task, she put everything in its proper place before picking up her purse to leave for the day. She was halfway to the door when the telephone rang. She sighed in frustration, tempted to just let it ring. However, she feared that it could be Angela calling for her help. She quickly went to the counter and answered the phone. "Cafe' Delight." "Susan, it's S... Dick." She frowned with a hint of anger. "What do you want?" "Well, I... I want to apologize for what happened this afternoon. I hope you can forgive me for over-reacting to the situation." She blinked slightly in a bit of surprise. "You're sorry?" "Yes." She hesitated, her eyes wide with wonder. Dick has never expressed anything but contempt for Angie, she reminded herself. Why now? "What do you want, Dick?" "Dinner. Just the two of us?" He paused for a moment. "I want to talk to you about how we can help your sister." She huffed in disbelief. "You want to help Angie? How? By locking her up in a mental hospital? I told you before, Dick. I won't do it." "No, that's not what I mean. Please, can we discuss this over dinner?" She exhaled. "All right, Dick. Dinner it is. But if you mention anything about a hospital to me, I go out the door. You got it?" "Deal. Pick you up at eight?" She nodded slightly. "Sure." "Okay." He sounded very happy with her answer. "See you tonight." With that, the line went dead as he hung up. Susan slowly put the receiver back in its place, a curious look on her face. She was convinced that he was up to something that she wouldn't like but she also suddenly and desperately wanted to make up to him. After all, it was her sister that caused the incident. Why should Dick be apologizing when she herself should be the one doing it? It made her wonder. At the very least, I'll get some answers, she thought as she left the delicattesen. --- Sam stood at Susan's apartment door and rang the bell, waiting for an answer. Even though Al hadn't yet returned to tell him the information he requested, he knew that he had to keep an eye on Susan somehow and taking her out to dinner seemed to be the best way. In addition, he figured that it also would be a good way to get as much information as possible about Angela's condition from Susan, if he asked with caution. Angela opened the door, giving him a smile. "Hello," she told him, looking at him with tender eyes. "You must be the young man who's taking my Susan out to dinner. Oh, that is so kind of you. I worry so much that she won't ever find a nice gentleman and that scoundrel she's been dating really frightens me." She held the door open for him. "Please, come on in and take a seat and I'll let Susan know that you're here." Sam's eyes were wide with a bit of surprise. Has to be another one of Angela's personalities, he thought with a realization. She certainly isn't acting like any of the ones that Al and I witnessed at the deli. He obeyed the gesture to come in and sat on the couch at the insistence of the new personality. "Susan, honey!" Angela called out towards the bedroom. "Your date is here!" Susan came out of the bedroom, affixing an earring into its place, a look of surprise on her face. For a moment, Sam thought that he had arrived too early but then he noticed that the look was directed at Angela as she headed towards her sister. Angela smiled at her in an almost maternal manner. "It's about time you found a truly nice man, Susan. I thought you'd never find someone suitable after you and Albert broke up. Such a wonderful man he was. So kind. You'd better hang on to this one. He's quite a catch." Susan frowned even more at her words. "I thought you didn't like Dick." Angela gave her a tolerant look. "Susan, honey, do you think I'm talking about that wretched excuse for a man?" Her voice got conspiratorial. "I'm talking about him." She pointed towards Sam. Susan frowned again. "Whatever you say, Belinda," she said quietly, as if to keep Sam from hearing her. Nevertheless, Sam did hear her, only confirming his theory that he wasn't talking to Angela but rather one of her personalities. "Belinda" patted Susan's cheek. "Don't stay out too late. A lady doesn't do such things." Susan smiled at her. "Yes, ma'am," she told her before going over to Sam with an indifferent look. "Shall we go?" Sam nodded, standing up to escort her out of the apartment. "You look very nice," he told her, noting her short sleeved blouse and plain long skirt. It would have looked too plain but Susan added just enough jewelry and other accessories to make it look very classy but simple. "Thank you," she answered without a smile. "This isn't a date, Dick. We're just going to talk over dinner. That's all." Sam nodded. "Of course. But that doesn't change the way you look." This time, she did give him a bit of a smile. "You always knew how to break the ice." Sam gave her a smile but didn't answer as he led her to his car and opened the door for her. He then got into the driver's side and drove away from the apartment complex and towards the restaurant at which he had made reservations. Neither said much in the car. Whenever Sam tried to speak to Susan, she reminded him that they were talking over dinner. It seemed to him as if she were afraid that he might just leave her on the side of the road with no means of transportation back to her apartment. Therefore, after a couple of attempts to start a conversation, they both remained quiet until both were seated in the restaurant. "You said you wanted to help Angie," Susan said firmly, looking at him with suspicion. "Well, I'm listening." Sam exhaled slowly as he sipped on his water. "Susan, Angela... is a very sick woman. She needs help." She glared at him. "She doesn't need a mental hospital. That's what you want me to do, isn't it? You tell me it isn't but I know it is. You want her locked away!" Sam raised his eyebrows at her vehement words. "It's not that. I promise." "Then what is it this time?" "She should see a psychiatrist. Go into counselling," he told her as he heard the Imaging Chamber door open. "And they'll just recommend her being locked away," she told him with conviction. "No, thank you." Sam sighed, giving Al a side-glance of frustration. "Are you really thinking about what is best for Angela? Or are you thinking about what you think is best for you?" She stood up quickly. "I knew this was a mistake," she growled as she started to leave the table. At that very moment, Sam saw it. It was just above her blouse sleeve, barely hidden by the length of the sleeve. He frowned at the sight. Al looked at her carefully, also seeing the purplish bruise on her upper right arm. "Sam, she didn't have that bruise on her arm this afternoon," he commented with concern. Sam quickly stood up and stopped her from leaving by gently taking her forearm. "What happened to your arm?" he asked gently. Both he and Al waited for an answer. Susan covered her bruise with her hand, not looking at him. "It's nothing. I just hit my arm against a shelf." Al frowned, looking into her eyes. "She's lying, Sam. You don't get that kind of bruise from a knock on the arm. More like from a vicious grasp." Sam gave him a glance, as such agreeing with him. "Susan," he said gently, taking her hand. "I know you didn't hit your arm. Who gave you that bruise?" She pulled her hand away quickly. "Don't get into this again, Dick. It's not her fault, you know. I can handle her, like I told you before, and I'm not going to give her up to some hospital simply because you want me to." Sam blinked for a moment, taking in all she had said. "I just don't want to see either of you get hurt." "Well, then, stay out of my business. Okay?" she replied angrily. "Angela and I are going to do just fine without you butting in all the time." She grabbed her purse. "You know, I should have listened to Belinda." She glared at him. "All you care about is yourself. You don't give a damn about either me or Angie. From now on, you can stay out of my life." With that, and despite Sam's calling after her, she left the restaurant just as the waiter came up to take the order. Sam ignored the waiter's request and started to follow her when Al stopped him. "You can't reason with her when she's in that mood, Sam. It's impossible. She needs time to cool down." Sam sighed in frustration. "What did you see in that woman, Al?" Al shrugged. "What I wanted to see." As he spoke, the handlink chirped at him and he quickly took it out of his pocket and looked at it. The expression on his face was not good. The Leaper looked at the Hologram with concern. He knew that expression well enough to know that there was something seriously wrong. He waited with his own expression of mixed emotions, most of them negative. "The time of her death is shifting," Al continued, knowing he had Sam's attention. "We no longer can tell you when she dies." Sam frowned. "Why not?" Al exhaled sadly. "Because now her body isn't found for another five years when a couple of kids stumble across it about ten miles outside the city."