Judge Deleto's Daughter

This week we meet Sara. And her father, Judge Sammy Deleto. Sara has been raped. Or so she says. The Judge is aghast. Appalled. Angry. 
 
And even more so when he finds out the rapist was... my God... Black. 
 
His Anger turns to Alarm when she tells him she’s... pregnant! 
 
“Good Lord!” shouts the Great Defender of the Womb. “This... this cannot stand!” 

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:04):
Welcome to the ten Minute Storyteller. That's me Bill Simpson,
your host, narrator and author. We hear at the ten
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pack as much entertainment, emotion, and exploration into the human
condition as ten minutes will permit. Many novels on steroids.
This week we meet Sarah and her father, Judge Sammy Delito.

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Sarah has been raped, or so she says, and the
Judge is aghast, appalled, angry, and even more so when
he finds out that the rapist was my God Black.
His anger turns to alarm when she tells him she's pregnant.
Good Lord, shouts the defender of the womb. This, this

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cannot stand Judge Deleto's daughter or the United States of hypocrisy.
Judge Sammy Deleto and his daughter Sarah didn't often see
eye to eye. Peas in a pod, not a chance,

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oil and vinegar. Since Sarah had been a wee lass.
Judge Deleto, you see, was old school. He believed children
should be seen and not heard, especially children of the
female variety. Their purpose in life was to learn how
to cook and so and when ready bear and rear children,

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especially if that female child hwed white dinners more times
than anyone could count. Sarah, without irony, told her father
it might be best for all concerned if he time
traveled back to the eighteen fifties and then sick to

(02:15):
death of the judge and her depressed, browbeaten, wishy washy mother.
Sarah quit New Jersey after high school to attend the
University of Texas at Austin. There she earned a degree
in journalism, and soon after graduation landed a job at
the Austin American Statesman. She penned pieces on local sports.

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But within a year, after scoring the right friends and lovers,
Sarah landed the much coveted assignment of covering the Dallas Cowboys,
an assignment she'd had now for the past few years,
a choice assignment and so much fun, attending practices and
press conferences, going to both home and away games, getting

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invited to parties at Jerry Jones's mansion in Highland Park.
But now this insanity, this this wretchedness, definitely trouble in paradise,
and Sarah knows she knows that she needs to do something.
She can't just let it slide, can't just sit by

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and watch it happen. And so what does she do?
What does she do? She calls her father, calls him
in his chambers. Hello, She doesn't beat around the bush.
I was raped, She tells him. What you heard me?
Good Christ's girl raped? Yes, father, I was raped. When
when did this happen? Five weeks ago? Five weeks yes?

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And and well I'm pregnant. What Wait, for the love
of Jesus, Sarah slowed down. Why did it take you
so long to call me? I just had the second pregnant?
He tests today, father, and confirming the first. And I
am I am pregnant. So you're entirely sure. Sarah sighs

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and rolls her eyes and wonders how it's possible she
could be related to this small, backward thinking idiot, despite
his lofty tenure on a court supreme Yes, daddy, I'm
sure the details, Sarah, give me the details. Seriously, you
want the details. I want to know what happened. I

(04:31):
was raped, father, That's what happened. But what does it matter?
What does it matter? What happened? Daddy? What does that
possibly matter? What do you mean? What does it matter?
It matters? Why tell me? Why? Oh? For Christ's sake, Sarah.
He came into my hotel room, Daddy up in Green Bay,
and he locked the door and told me not to

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make a peep, and he tore my clothes off and
threw me onto the bed. Over the love of God,
I'll kill him. He's quite large and powerful. Father, you'd
need a gun to bring him down, preferably concealed. What
what did you say? Nothing? I didn't say anything. Do
you want the additional details? Do you? Who was it?
Did you call the police? Have you pressed charges? Why

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did it take you so long to call me? Well? Really,
I didn't want to worry you, but well the pregnancy,
the pregnancy? Right? Did he did he hurt you? Did
he hurt you? No, Daddy, it felt good. What what
do you mean did it hurt what? Are you kidding me?
Did it hurt me? He raped me? Of course? I know,

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I'm just I'm out of my mind. You're just what? Father? What? Sorry? Jesus,
we're going to need Jesus. Sarah has to laugh at that,
laughs her head off. What's so funny? Nothing? Everything? So
the judge asks, did you know him? They say, many
rapes are committed by men who know they're victims. Hmm,

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says Sarah. Interesting, Yes, I did know him. A black man,
African American, a giant, so big, though not all black.
I think his mother's part Asian or something, maybe Mexican.
What are you talking about now, Sarah? Are you all right? Oh?
I'm good, only well mildly traumatized. The judge can feel

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his hands shaking and his heart pounding. He hears himself say, well, well, well,
I'll take care of the sweetie. I will take care
of this, take care of what daddy? This, this situation.
Not here in Texas. We won't. If I could have,
I would have. This causes the judge some consternation, but

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only briefly. You'll come here where to New Jersey? No,
says Sarah. That's impossible, Judge delto the great defender of
the womb, think of the uproar. Well, I'll figure something out,
I will, I'll figure something out. You're not, I mean,
for Christ's sake, Sarah, You're not carrying the feetus of

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a black rapist. Sarah flies to Newark a few days later,
accompanied by a friend, actually her fiance, the same man
who in fact made love to her in Green Bay,
the man responsible for the male end of Sarah's pregnancy.

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They take an uber out to the peaceful leafy suburbs
where the judge and the late Missus Delto raised their brood.
The judge answers the door, takes a long, chilly look
at the enormous black man standing next to his daughter
on the front stoop. Dad, says Sarah. This is Terence

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Odum Terrence, Judge Delto. Terrence plays defensive end for the Cowboys,
six feet five inches two hundred and forty five pounds
of pure speed and muscle, all pro years running. Terence
does not shake the Judge's outstretched hand. So ask Sarah,

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we're going to do this, We really are. I think
it's best, says the judge. Really ask Sarah. Despite everything,
everything that's happened, the overturning of row, these are very
special circumstances, sweetheart. So you are sure. I'm sure. Sarah
nods and asks. So everything's all set, yes, says the judge.

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Like I explained on the phone. You have an appointment
this afternoon at a clinic in Flemington under an assumed name.
I even have a driver's license for you. Wow, daddy,
you've thought of everything. Hopefully, Yes, and you'll be with me?
What me, asked the judge. No, I couldn't possibly, daddy,

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says Sarah. I need you with me. But Sarah, oh, right, daddie.
Of course, your reputation. I understand it's out of the question.
Terrence will go with me. The judge glances at the
enormous black dude and then back at his daughter. I
think it might be better if you go in alone,

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what with nobody for support. I don't think I can
do it alone, daddy. The judge hems and haws, fidgets
and drums his finger on the wall. God, God, God, Okay,
let me think, let me think. Okay, I'll drive you,
but I'll wait in the car. In the car, says Sarah. Right,
you and Terrence can wait in the car together. I'll

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go in with my fake driver's license. And what a
credit card? Damn? Says the judge. Payment. I didn't think
about payment. We can't use a credit card? Mmm, yes,
says Sarah. That would be risky. Maybe we could use
Terrence's credit card, you know, and reimburse him. The judge sighs,
or or we could stop at an ATM. I think

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the ATM, says Sarah, Max is out at three hundred.
Pretty sure the procedure costs more than that. After some
additional discussion, they agree to use Terrence's credit card and
worry about reimbursement. Later. They drive to Flemington and the
Judge's Cadillac Escalade black with tinted windows. The judge parks

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discreetly up the street and around the corner from the clinic.
Sammy D doesn't see the crowd gathering out front of
the clinic. He doesn't see the TV cameras or the
newspaper reporters his daughter contacted this morning. Before boarding the
flight from Austin, the Judge's daughter steps out of the

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passenger door of the big Caddy. She opens the rear door,
leans in and gives Terence a big, loving kiss on
the lips. Wish me luck, big fellow Judge Delito sees
the smooch in his rear view mirror, A pool of
blood in his cold heart boils. You don't need luck,
Sarah says, the all pro defensive end You've got balls

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the size of a North Atlantic right whale. Judge Deleto
hears what the black dude says about the right whale,
and a nano second later, a ripple of fear races
down the Judge's spine. Whole damn thing is a setup
and the old racist, sexist hypocrite is screwed up the wazoo.

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