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Date Posted: Tuesday, October 05, 05:04:58pm
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's message, "Writer's Block 403+" on Friday, September 17, 06:55:52pm
The room was loud and Michael rolled his head back. He had been answering questions about Belinda’s condition most of the afternoon and now into evening. He looked at the leaders of the sites coming into the room as the other staff had been left behind at the sites to watch over the girls as they were to be settling down for the night.
“Can I have everyone settle down?” Michael called out as he looked around the room. He didn’t know where Nikita was, but he knew that he better now push Nikita about anything right now. She had spent all day with Ro and Charlie and it was clear that she wasn’t extremely comfortable about the situation. But she had managed to get dinner on the table – a respectable vegetable lasagna – that most of the campers enjoyed immensely. He wondered if she was still with them trying to organize plans for tomorrow.
“Come on, everyone… I want to get you all back to your camp sites… today has been rough enough,” Michael complained as he couldn’t believe the noise and chatter that was still going on. Finally they all started to turn and look at Michael.
Until Nikita opened the door and slammed it.
It was quite an entrance and Michael swallowed. He looked around and looked at Gayle and Jasmine. “I first wanted to let anyone who knows Belinda… and of course you all know Walter… is that the surgery went fine and she is now resting in her room.”
There was clapping and Nikita continued to walk right towards Michael. She had papers in her hands and looked at Michael. “We need to discuss the kitchen situation…”
“I was going to go over that,” Michael whispered in reply but Nikita turned. She started to distribute papers quickly. “I have a plan for the rest of the week.”
Michael was shocked as he looked at the paper and then smiled. It was a plan and it kind of made sense. He stepped back. “Why don’t you explain this?”
Nikita smiled and looked at everyone. “I didn’t mind stepping in today… but I will also be the first to identify that I’m not the best cook…”
“It was good lasagna!” someone chimed up and Nikita dropped her head. “It was from a box… and frozen… not the way that we want the girls to eat up here.”
The room was silent and Nikita looked at the papers. “I went back through all of your files for the people who indicated that they liked to cook… and those are the names that you see on this list.”
“What is this list for?” Jasmine asked as she saw her name on the top. “I thought that Cozzie said she could help out.”
“When Walter told Cozzie she wasn’t needed, she decided to go back to Florida for a few days after the surgery... she leaves tomorrow morning,” Nikita informed the group as she folded her hands in front of her. “I’ve taken care of plans for breakfast tomorrow – but starting with lunch, each of you are going to have to take responsibility because Ro and Charlie are not able to do it.”
The entire room exploded into loud noise. There were lots of people taking exception to what Nikita proposed. Those who liked to cook suddenly didn’t want to cook. Those who liked to eat suddenly had concerned about who made what they ate. Nikita stood there and looked at Michael. He took the paper and looked at it and shook his head. It was just like Nikita to shake things up.
After several minutes of hoping that the noise was settle on its own, Michael whistled and got their attention. Michael waited as everyone took their time looking back towards him. “My name is on this list. In fact, I’ve been assigned the last dinner we have here… and I accept that I have to do this. It could be fun for the girls if we allow it to be fun for the girls.”
“We could end up with chicken for every meal!” Jasmine complained. She was to handle dinner tomorrow night. Nikita nodded her head. “Yep, we could. But you are all adults and should know how to talk to one another about your plans.”
“I won’t make chicken,” Michael flatly spoke and he waited for the chuckle to take over the room. The point was taken. “And this might be a good idea of thinking we may have to do this next week… and maybe a few days afterwards. Belinda is going to be coming home from the hospital and she is going to want some Walter time.”
“There are more people on the list who can cook… it wouldn’t be something you would have to do every week,” Nikita added quickly as she saw the panicked look on the eyes of those who were given duties. “We can pitch in for the sake of the camp and to let Walter be there for Belinda.”
The discussion ended quickly and Michael went onto some other business. Nikita sat there listening to it all. It was clear that she just wanted company walking back to the apartment. Although Walter wasn’t supposed to stay the night at the hospital, neither Nikita nor Michael expected him to come home early. Going back to the apartment would probably just remind Nikita of what went on today.
Michael watched as the crowd dispersed, a few of the staff coordinating meals on Wednesday for a Chinese Day. Michael had to wonder if this meal thing was a really good idea for some variety – not that anyone would ever replace Walter’s cooking. But it was a nice change of pace.
“Worried about what you are cooking?” Nikita asked as Michael walked up to her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and could feel the stress in her back. He stared to rub softly. “Kita… you were able to cook for the camp on the fly… and you don’t really like cooking… Although I’m worried that we are having cereal for breakfast tomorrow.”
“French toast,” Nikita replied with a grin. Michael kissed Nikita’s head gently. “I guess you learned the recipe from watching.”
“Yeah,” Nikita nodded her head up and down. “Plus Belinda said the girls would like it.”
“Belinda?” Michael questioned and Nikita nodded her head up and down. “Walter had her call me… to let me know that she was fine.”
“That was really nice,” Michael whispered as he was relieved.
“She didn’t need to do that… I did trust Walter’s word,” Nikita twisted her hands together. “She also said that I don’t have to go visit her… because she knows that I don’t like hospitals.”
“But?” Michael asked and Nikita sighed. “I have to see her.”
“I was planning on running over after lunch tomorrow,” Michael spoke as he started to rub harder at Nikita’s back. “Are you ready to go home? I can give you a real massage…”
“I might fall asleep…” Nikita warned and Michael helped Nikita to her feet. “That’s fine, Kita.”
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