His Name is Leon

She pointed him out, her bent arthritic index finger stretched out impolitely before her. “His name is Leon,” she wheezed. “He needs to go for coffee.”

I floated toward Leon. “Leon,” I whispered, “it’s time for a cup of coffee.”

Leon turned off his desk lamp and stretched his back. He glanced around the quiet law library. . . .

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

2 thoughts on “His Name is Leon”

  1. All my usual warmth and welcoming ways evaporated into the dark reality that a wife and child abuser is in my home. He is in my sacred space. His name is Leon and he had violated his family’s trust with violence. Luckily for him time really does heal all; his children forgive him his abuse. It is only his formerly beaten wife who never forgave him and she never will, since she is in the ground beaten by cancer. With the clock ticking all the sudden everyone wants to play big happy family. I struggle with my emotions to welcome this man, while all I truly want to do is champion the memory of the beaten wife. I wish to hold court in my kitchen and bang a gavel on my dining table declaring him guilty of spousal and child abuse. Instead I beg my mother in laws forgiveness and for the greater good I play the role of hostess. I let it go.

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