Nasty Newman Ruins the Evening Part 2


Helen quickly softened her words.
‘I’m not saying you don’t have a valid reason for hating Dex. I’m just telling you that this isn’t the same man you and your sister ran away from all those years ago. Some people do change, Remington. You should at least listen to his side of the story, you might be surprised by what he has to tell you.’
‘He won’t listen.’ Newman declared dramatically.
‘I’ve tried many a time to get Remy to meet with me, just to talk. I even got him his first big job as a fashion designer and he’s never so much as thanked me for it.’


‘I have acknowledged that you got me my start in the fashion business, Chester, but if you expect me to kiss you’re a$$, that will never happen. Remington Mansfield would still be a household name, with or without your help!’
Newman’s face turned bright pink.
‘Chester?’ Helen looked puzzled.
‘I’ve decided that every time Newman calls me by the name I’d rather forget, I’ll refer to him by the name he’d like to forget. I’m curious, does it still say Chester Hackenbush on your drivers licence or did you finally get your name changed legally?’
Helen quickly clapped a hand over her mouth to hide her smile. I accidently let out a giggle.


‘I had it changed.’ Newman admitted grudgingly.
‘Remington I never expected you to kiss my a$$, but I did want you to realise that I was trying to reach out to you and make up for the past. Your sister had already married her inn keeper, so I had no ulterior motive. When your parent’s died, I was the only father figure you had...’
‘Yeah,’ Uncle Remington cut him off ‘You did a lousy job.’
Newman’s face turned a sickly grey color. I couldn’t help but wonder if he were sincere.
‘I know. I failed both you and your sister. I’ll regret that for the rest of my life.’
Anger once again flashed across his face.
‘If you only knew the hell I went through to come home to an empty house. For over a year I had no clue what happened to either one of you. I can’t change the past, but we can change the future. There’s no reason for you, Trent, and I to be enemies. I can’t stress enough, how much we would all benefit by being friends.’


Then the moment I dreaded, Newman glanced my way.
He seemed to do a double take.
‘My God!’ he exclaimed. ‘Is that Lanie?’