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Date Posted: Saturday, November 19, 04:34:06pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 338+" on Wednesday, November 16, 08:38:27pm
Michael sat on the bed next to Nikita, but neither of them where truly relaxing as they were sharing that bed. Michael glanced to see Nikita staring out towards the window, her hands twisted about on her lap. He had tried to get Nikita to talk, but she brushed those attempts off quickly each time. He tried to get Nikita to sleep and she wouldn’t even consider it.
There was a knock at the door and Michael stood up to get the door as Nikita didn’t even turn her head to look at the door. Michael opened it and saw Walter standing there. “Hey, Michael… Adam said that you were up here with Nikita.”
“We are here,” Michael nodded his head up and down.
“Someone wants to meet Nikita,” Walter stepped to the side and Michael saw the older woman and she looked so frail. Michael looked at Walter in confusion and then glanced at the woman and saw the blue eyes.
Nikita’s grandmother.
“Walter… I don’t think this is a good time,” Michael shook his head from side to side, not sure that Nikita could handle a woman who had Alzheimer's at this moment. She had too many other things going on.
“I’m having a good day Mr. Samuelle,” Winnie spoke and Michael looked at Walter. “It’s Mr. Pomeroy.”
“Today,” Winnie replied and Michael silently groaned. This woman may have Alzheimer’s but she was quick witted. A lot like Nikita.
“You brought her up to Nikita… this is the next logical step since Nikita won’t leave that room now,” Walter pointed out as he glared at Michael. It was clear that Walter wasn’t pleased with what Michael had done to get to this point, but Michael didn’t know what else he could have done at that moment in time.
“I didn’t know that I had a granddaughter. Bert never told me that she was pregnant,” Winnie spoke as she tried to look into the room. “And I have more good days than bad days. I swear.”
“That’s what the staff where Winnie lives confirmed, Michael,” Walter added as he tilted his head to the side. “Nikita can decide that she doesn’t want this, Michael. You can’t protect Nikita from everything.”
“I didn’t protect Nikita from a lot,” Michael fired back as he rubbed a hand along his collarbone. “Hell, she wouldn’t be like this right now…”
“We probably all would be dead,” Walter hissed to stop Michael’s thoughts. “Let Winnie try.”
Michael shifted his weight as he glanced over his shoulder. He took a half step back and turned towards Nikita. “Kita… someone wants to talk to you.”
“You should go for your daughter,” Nikita declared and Michael tilted his head. “Kita… someone wants to see you.”
Nikita rolled her eyes as she was upset that Michael wouldn’t just do what she wanted him to do. “Whatever.”
“Do you want me to stay?” Michael inquired and Nikita shrugged her shoulders. Michael wasn’t sure what that meant so he knew that he had to stay. Winnie might have a fighting spirit, but Nikita was unpredictable right now. The woman would be absolutely no match to Nikita.
Michael stepped back as Walter eased away so Nikita didn’t see him. Winnie walked into the room and looked at the bed. The woman was there and not looking towards her. Winnie saw the blonde hair and lightly smiled. Roberta didn’t have blonde hair but Winnie had blonde hair as did her sisters. In fact, Nikita looked somewhat like Winnie’s deceased sister Genevieve. Winnie wanted to see her face and she cleared her throat. “Hello.”
Nikita didn’t know that voice. She jerked her head up to hope that Tom hadn’t found another person who knew about Section to try to be her therapist. But the words that Nikita was about to fire out stopped as she saw the woman in front of her.
The face was very old but there was something there that made Nikita study. She watched the eyes as they were observing her and Nikita knew that there was something familiar with them. Nikita didn’t know what to think and she leaned forward, still not finding the words.
Then Nikita gasped and scooted back on the bed. “Who are you?”
“I think you know,” Winnie stepped forward and smiled. “I’m your grandmother.”
“She has Alzheimer’s,” Nikita spoke and Winnie nodded her head. “I do… but I have some good days. Today I got to learn about you… and I know that it is the truth and I hope that I can have many more good days because I have a granddaughter.”
Nikita looked at Michael and then back to this woman. “I never thought about family…”
“Walter said that you didn’t have much family… that Bert… I mean, Roberta, didn’t give you much experience with a family,” Winnie rasped as she looked around. Michael pulled a chair over to the foot of the bed so she could sit down. She settled and looked at Nikita. “I never wanted my daughter to leave… but she was strong-willed… stubborn… smarter than she wanted people to know… but hell-bent on doing things her way.”
Nikita rubbed at her ear as her leg started to bounce. “Why did you come?”
“Walter came to me. I didn’t know about you until he arrived. And then things seemed right. Like I had some sense that you were there… and now it makes sense…” Winnie rasped as she tilted her head to the side. “He said that you needed help. That you have a daughter out there…”
Nikita jerked her head and looked at Michael, pleading to get out of this. Michael looked at her and shook his head up and down. “Tell her, Kita.”
“I didn’t want to give her up,” Nikita’s voice cracked as she blinked back the tears. “But I had too… and she is hurt now…”
“It is never too late to meet family,” Winnie leaned back into the chair. “You didn’t need me to tell you who I was… I think it will be the same with you and her – probably more because you’re her mother.”
Michael walked over to the bed and settled next to Nikita as she was shaking and he squeezed her hand. It unleashed tears across her face. “I want that…”
“What are you afraid of?” Winnie inquired. Michael watched as Nikita tried to speak, but the answer didn’t come out. He waited and willed Nikita to say it. Then she stared at him and he could tell that she needed him to say it for her. “She is afraid that it won’t be like that.”
“I’ve learned to focus on what good happens… that it is more important to be happy for my good days… and not to fret about the bad days… and maybe you should think about the good possibilities… rather than the negative,” Winnie spoke and Nikita dropped her head and rubbed her neck. “I never thought… I’d ever… get a chance… This wasn’t going to happen… I gave her up with every fiber of my being thinking that I would never get to know where she was… let alone meet her…”
“So life has started to make up for the bad things that have happened,” Winnie shrugged her shoulders slightly. It was a simple statement, but Nikita’s tears dried up. She blinked her eyes as she moved up in the bed. She got almost to the edge of the bed and extended her hands. “You’re my grandmother.”
“Yes, I am.”
“I’m Nikita,” Nikita whispered and Michael felt like he could start to breath a bit more.
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