| Subject: Traumatic Amnesia 86 |
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Date Posted: Tuesday, April 07, 07:55:18pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Traumatic Amnesia 81+" on Saturday, April 04, 06:53:47pm
Davenport looked at the paper that was in his hand and then at the house in front of him. It was not far away from Wolfe Institute, but it looked like it was miles away or even decades away. It was a small little farm house, short and stout. It looked as if trolls or some other magical beings had lived there. There were flowers everywhere and Davenport was sure that some people would appreciate them.
He wasn’t sure why he was here. He didn’t want to be here. He had walked out of Wolfe Institute that day and hadn’t been back. But yet, when Mick called him, Davenport felt a little bit like he had to help Mick. However, it was the hefty money that was being given him, enough to pay off his school loan, from Rene at MJS, that made Davenport come out here.
Knocking at the door as there was no doorbell; Davenport wondered why this house was selected and how the flowers grew so brightly. Fall was here and these flowers were still in full bloom, obviously had been taken care of throughout the entire year and now being tended too again for winter and frost were mere days away. He knocked again and looked into the glazed window, seeing someone moving behind the lacy and frilly curtains.
The door opened and Madeline stood there, a broad hat on her head, and her hair carelessly let down from the buns that Davenport had always seen. She was wearing a white long-sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up. There was dirt smeared on the shirt as it was obvious that she had been working in the garden. Even more disrupting of his image of Madeline were the denim jumpers that she was wearing, one shoulder haphazardly undone.
Madeline was just as shocked to see Davenport as he was to see her in her state. It was Madeline who first gathered her composure. “You did not need to check up on me.”
“I was asked too,” Davenport admitted and Madeline raised an eyebrow and then stepped back. “I was doing some work in the garden… come back and we’ll talk back there…”
Madeline picked up dirty garden gloves and walked through the quaint little house, each room frilly and light, nothing like the dark woods that dominated Madeline’s office at Wolfe Institute. Davenport took in everything, even noting framed pictures of Nikita on the wall from Nikita’s graduation from college.
“I didn’t get this place until Nikita was away at college… she has never been here,” Madeline spoke and Davenport shrugged her shoulders. He wasn’t sure that this house could have fit two people living in it. He followed Madeline and actually had to duck to step outside, where he stopped and blinked his eyes.
There were flowers everywhere and where the flowers stopped, heavy woods started. If he was ever going to feel like he fell down the rabbit hole, this was the moment.
“I’ve had to have a gardener out here since the spring. He does a decent job, but I like to prepare the grounds for the winter… I’m planting some bulbs now and transferring some plants to go inside,” Madeline explained as she walked down a path to where there were containers and other gardening tools. Davenport looked back to the house and then to Madeline. “Move back inside?”
“To a greenhouse a couple miles away,” Madeline explained as if it was nothing big. Davenport nodded his head and stood there as Madeline got back down on the plastic pad that was protecting her knees and dug another hole. “I’m fine, Davenport.”
“I have a feeling that something really bad happened…”
“And I’ll pay for those mistakes… but at the moment that I was making them, I made the decisions I had to do… and I’ll live with them for the rest of my life,” Madeline spoke as she looked a bulb and then placed into the hole. “How is Nikita?”
“I don’t know,” Davenport shook his head back and forth.
“How is Adrian?” Madeline inquired and Davenport swung his head back and forth again. “I quit.”
“You quit! Why?” Madeline demanded as she was stunned. “You were great at your job and were working your way up… Paul had you fast tracked.”
“I have concerns about the leadership… and if they are the type of people that I want to be associated with,” Davenport coolly spoke. Madeline sighed and picked up a trowel to make another hole. It wasn’t until Madeline had dug the hole and placed the trowel back down that she spoke. “Paul didn’t always do unethical things… and when he did, he did it for the right reasons.”
“Like taking bribes about Michael’s care?” Davenport asked and Madeline closed her eyes. “I was going to find out, Madeline.”
“I didn’t now about it until all of this…” Madeline drifted off. “But he isn’t doing that any longer.”
“So Adrian isn’t a VIP?” Davenport challenged. Madeline sat back and looked up at Davenport. “She is up to something…”
“And you are going to be there to watch it happen,” Davenport stated and Madeline mysteriously smiled for a moment. “I’ll be returning after this small break. All good therapists need to take some time off for themselves.”
“And about Nikita?” Davenport inquired and Madeline stared at the ground. She put another bulb into the ground and covered it up. “She is much like this bulb… right now she is covered up in dirt…. It’s really deep dirt and it looks like she can’t get out of it… but with sunlight… and water… and determination… she is going to sprout and become a beautiful woman… and she’ll come out of the dirt to do that.”
“Only thing is that the sunlight and water that you are talking about happen to be Michael, Walter and Mick,” Davenport retorted as he rocked back on his heels. “I don’t know why Mick was worried about you.”
Madeline gently smiled. She was touched by Mick thinking about her. He was a good man and he was going to be able to take charge of the situation. “Trust him, Davenport.”
Davenport wasn’t sure what was meant by that statement, but Madeline turned back to her plants. “I have a lot to do before the forecasted frost tonight… you can let yourself out.”
Davenport swung his head from side to side. He only paused inside the house long enough to look at the pictures on the wall. Quickly he realized that they were all of Nikita. He looked back to the garden and watched Madeline. He wondered if she had cried at all over what was going on.
Or was she truly an ice queen.
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