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Date Posted: Saturday, February 04, 06:55:21pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 372+" on Sunday, January 15, 12:29:17am
“Popsicle… I’m not complaining about Stan. In fact, I don’t mind him when he isn’t on his therapist kick… but damn, he is a slave driver at times,” Mick spoke as he was in the kitchen with a pad of paper there. “I was just glad that I had work to come here to do… or Stan may have tried to work in another session.”
“If he wanted to do more, that’s probably something you should have done,” Nikita shook her head as she returned to the table with two glasses of ice tea. “It’s the only way that you are going to get better, Mick.”
“Hey, I’m getting better,” Mick protested and Nikita tilted her head as she sat down.
“Look, Popsicle… the doctors are telling me not to push it… Stan is pushing me. I need more than home and therapy at home… so I’m glad that I got out,” Mick continued to explain as he opened up the book and tapped his pen against the paper. “We should work on this before the kids get home.”
Nikita took a sip of her ice tea and nodded her head. “But it would have been easier to do this at the gallery, Mick.”
“Stan,” Mick dropped his eyes slightly. Nikita frowned. Stan was important but there was no reason why Mick couldn’t have come to the gallery. “He was afraid that I’d take on too much being in the gallery… and I can see his point.”
“Then he doesn’t know me,” Nikita pointed out with a shake of her head. “Have you started to look at anything yet?”
“Digital screens… and hopefully you’ll let me go full tech on this, Popsicle,” Mick pulled out the brochure and placed it in front of Nikita. He watched her face as he had hoped for a large smile, but he got a frown. “We can change it out with your photos… and if we get the touch screens, the customers can move the images around.”
Nikita swallowed and looked at the brochure. “I hesitate, because it reminds me of Section.”
Mick leaned back as he covered his mouth. “I never thought of that… because that place was dark… and this might be a black screen… but it was going to be white when it is on… and the walls all around are very vivid…”
Nikita started to open up to the idea as Mick started to pull out more details of what he had started, even with his very limited time inside the actual space. Nikita settled into the conversation and could see what Mick was trying to make happen. It was like she had described and she knew that it would ultimately be nothing like Section with Mick overseeing it.
After working for about forty minutes, Mick dropped the pen and rolled his shoulders back. “Wow… it feels good to be doing this.”
“And you don’t have to be there to oversee everything,” Nikita stood up and picked up her empty glass. “Do you want more tea?”
“I’d love some,” Mick nodded his head up and down. Nikita was just starting to pour the tea when the front door slammed open. “Mom? Mom? Where are you?”
Nikita placed the pitcher down as her daughter came running into the kitchen, the book bag having been dropped somewhere in the hallway. Nikita caught Sabina in her arms and stood up. “Don’t you think you are a little bit too big for this, Sabina?”
“No,” Sabina shook her head from side to side. She touched Nikita’s face and smiled. “I had a great day at school today. I didn’t even need to worry that Reagan was going to be watching me too much during recess because I made some new friends.”
Nikita turned and placed Sabina back down on the ground. “You did?”
“Yes… the one girl’s name is Crystal and the other’s name is Tawny,” Sabina spoke as she swayed from side to side. “But they don’t come into the other room with me.”
“You do understand why you go to that other room, right?” Nikita inquired as she squatted down and looked at her daughter’s bright eyes. She was so happy about her new friends. “Yeah, because that’s when I get Reagan to be my special teacher.”
“Where is Reagan?” Nikita stood up and looked down the hallway.
“She had to go back to school after dropping me off. She said something that there were meetings that she had to attend or something like that,” Sabina reported as she turned and clapped her hands. “Uncle Mick! You are here.”
Nikita watched as Sabina hugged Mick and then turned around to snap her finger sat her. “I also know how to make Adam happier about school.”
“Adam is having trouble at school?” Mick inquired and Nikita shook her head slightly from side to side. “Sabina… some people have trouble getting back into the grove at school… and Adam is now in high school.”
“It doesn’t matter… I know how he could be happy. He needs his own Reagan to teach him the things that he isn’t being taught in class,” Sabina announced as she stood beside Mick and looked on the table. “Are you making designs again?”
“I’m working with your mother,” Mick smiled at the young girl, so different from the one that he now vividly remember seeing in that other school, when he simply knew that she was Nikita’s and Michael’s daughter. She had come to live and he was so happy to know. He would go thru everything he was going thru again if it meant that Sabina got to her parents and her parents got her.
“And Adam doesn’t need his own Reagan,” Nikita commented with a shake of her head. “I thought you understood why you have Reagan, Sabina.”
“I do,” Sabina rolled her eyes with such an exaggerated motion that Mick chuckled. “Oh… I’ve seen that look before, Popsicle.”
“Mick,” Nikita warned and Sabina smiled at Mick. “I’d like to help you…”
“Don’t you have homework?” Nikita inquired and Sabina shook her head. Nikita tilted her head to the other side and Sabina sighed. “You mean homework that you, dad and Reagan created… yeah, I have that.”
“Then I suggest you start working on it,” Nikita calmly replied. Sabina wrapped her arms around Mick to give him a hug before running down the hallway. Nikita looked at Mick as he just continued to chuckle. “Oh… she is so much like you.”
“Please,” Nikita shook her head from side to side. Mick stopped and then looked at the clock. “Shouldn’t Adam have been home by now? I thought the high school got out before the elementary school.”
“He is trying out for soccer…. Which is probably a very good thing,” Nikita settled back down at the table. “I think Adam has regretted some of his decisions… not that he has talked to me about them.”
Mick laughed again as he shook his head. “He is a teenage boy. Be glad you see him.”
Nikita reached for the book and started to make some more decisions about the space. She was going to order food in this evening, probably pizza. She couldn’t order until Reagan got back from the school because she wasn’t sure what Reagan liked on her pizza. Nikita also knew that Davenport wouldn’t be having dinner as he had been moving his things out during times that he knew that Reagan was out of the house with Sabina.
It was Adam who ended up home first. He stopped in the kitchen and blinked his eyes. “I’m going out to the garage.”
Nikita turned to say something, but Adam had already rushed through the kitchen and out the door. Nikita blinked her eyes and Mick arched an eyebrow. “What is in the garage now?”
“Some weights… mats… when Michael was teaching Adam those things…” Nikita explained and Mick looked down at the paper. “Ah… girl problems.”
“What?” Nikita inquired and Mick nodded his head up and down. “Bet me… because I’m right…”
Nikita didn’t want to think about this right now. Adam’s mood had to be something more than girl problems. And how the things in the garage were going to solve girl problems was beyond Nikita. “Isn’t Stan supposed to be here to pick you up?”
“Just when I am starting to have fun…”
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