Hearing those the words—"Wes
Bellardi is AntiCrist"—Stevie's opinion of Ernie changed instantly and
dramatically One moment he was a wise, tenacious ex-cop, loyal friend of the
Bellardis, and a sudden soul mate on the topic of Wes Bellardi. The next moment
he was an escapee from the St. Vincent's psych ward, on a par with someone who
claimed that the president of the United States was an alien infiltrator from
another galaxy. Believing that Wes Bellardi could be the terrorist plaguing his
own father's campaign was flat-out crazy.
The shock must have registered on her
face, because Ernie touched her hand gently and said, "I know this sounds
very very bizarre. But you know how intelligent Wes is, and you also know how
closed he is, almost secretive. I believe there's a whole world inside that
brainy head of his that we know nothing about."
Stevie did not want to hear it, any
more than she had wanted to hear that her son, whom she knew infinitely better
than Wes Bellardi, had died of a drug overdose. Drugs could not be a part of
her son's world, she had thought, until she was confronted with the truth.
Truth is good. Truth is right. But the truth sometimes hurts, and Stevie did
not want to be hurt again.
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