Who is the Omega?

From Mu

It  took Mary a year; enough time for Dr. Morrison’s tortured soul to begin to feel free again. During that year, Domingo had not come back, although he did occasionally stop by to see Manny.  Domingo had agreed to pay child support, but he had also taken up with a young and healthier girl named Donna. While Mary’s health worsened, she tried to lavish her affections on Manny, who more often than not shirked them off.

Mary had begun to notice a few curious things about her son; like the time she had caught Manny having a dialogue with his beloved Shadow; or the time she had heard Manny in the kitchen break a plate, but by the time she lumbered her weary body into the kitchen, there was no broken plate to be discovered. The little gifts Manny made for his ailing mother became increasingly intricate paper toys, though she never actually saw him make them.

It took her a year, but she did it; she sent her child out to play in the gardens, and during one of her visits with the doctor, she looked him squarely in the eye and said, “What is Manny?”

She watched carefully as the doctor faltered and paled. “I want DNA testing,” she demanded then. Regret had engendered guilt, and guilt had engendered fear and nervousness; his nervousness had made him mute.

She waited for the doctor to say something – to explain -  but he did not.  What could he say?  The truth?  The truth was outlandish.  The truth was too big for the woman; too big for himself.  He said nothing and Mary left.

Within a month - two years too shy of his retirement - the doctor had resigned, citing medical problems. 

And whatever else, the woman felt herself the child’s mother.  Whatever else, the woman loved her child, whatever he was.