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Date Posted: Thursday, June 23, 10:20:18pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 268+" on Sunday, June 19, 04:50:40pm
“I’m so glad that Nikita talked my dad into letting me go,” Adam spoke as he stepped out of Walter’s car and slammed the door. He was talking a mile a minute but Walter could also tell that Adam was tired. He was probably going to go upstairs and pretend that he was playing on the computer while he actually took a nap.
Michael and Nikita were lucky that Adam was the type of kid that got chatty when he was tired. That wasn’t much like his father, which Walter could tell was tired when he stopped talking and his eyes were what Walter would say were moody. Nikita was never one to really hide her tiredness but she would solider on through the tiredness without a complaint.
“You look like you had fun…”
“It is so much different with my ball team than it was with the school soccer team… although I think I’m still better at soccer… but that is because I’ve done that almost all of my life and dad knows about that game a lot… but still, it was so much fun at the swim park… and the guys are cool…” Adam rubbed at his eyes as he walked up the sidewalk. The door opened up and Adam grinned. “Dad…. I had so much fun…. Where is Nikita? I want to tell her…. I thought the two of you were going to pick me up.”
Michael forced a tentative smile as Walter hung back and watched. Michael ruffled his son’s hair with a look of sadness in his eyes. “Take your bag upstairs… we can talk in a bit…”
“Ok…” Adam reluctantly agreed as he moved into the house and up the stairs. Michael looked at Walter and shook his head. “He knows.”
“Something wrong with Nikita?” Walter inquired and Michael exhaled. “You should go, Walter.”
Michael was looking out to the street and Walter looked over his shoulder and then back to Michael. “What’s going on?”
“Beatrice is on her way,” Michael replied with terse words. Walter swallowed hard and nodded his head up and down. “So… Nikita has remembered something.”
“I don’t know,” Michael swung his head and Walter blinked. “What?”
“She just asked me to call Beatrice for her,” Michael dully replied. Again, Walter blinked hard. “And you didn’t do anything else for her?”
“I didn’t leave her alone to go get Adam. That’s what I did,” Michael snapped back as he glared at Walter. He didn’t want Walter to be here when Beatrice arrived. It wasn’t the right situation. Nikita needed to be the focus right now and Michael wasn’t sure if Nikita would allow that if she knew that Walter was here. It was after Michael had called Walter to pick up Adam that he thought about the possibility of Walter crossing paths with Beatrice.
Michael’s green eyes paled as the car pulled behind Walter’s and stopped. He had never seen Beatrice’s car, but he knew that it was her.
Walter saw the change of color in Michael’s eyes and turned to watch the woman step out of the car. His mind screamed Belinda but he knew that it wasn’t. This was Beatrice that walked around the car and then he was able to notice the differences.
It didn’t make it any easier.
“She is having tea in the kitchen. Straight back,” Michael called out as he stepped out onto the porch and to the side. Beatrice hadn’t gotten that close and Michael shifted his eyes back to Walter who hadn’t moved at all.
“You are Beatrice,” Walter spoke as he shifted and turned to face Beatrice straight on. Beatrice barely nodded her head up and down in response. She saw this man’s soft face and knew that it was easy to see what Belinda had loved in this man. Belinda may not have had good luck with men in her younger life but this man seemed completely different from the bad boys that Belinda had been attracted too. “This isn’t the way I wanted to meet you, Walter.”
Walter parted his lips as he could only stare. He had no other words right now. But he drifted towards Beatrice as she moved passed him. She stopped and looked at him. “I don’t have time to discuss this right now, Walter. Nikita has requested me.”
Then Beatrice, already having heard where Nikita was from Michael moments earlier, brushed into the house and disappeared. Michael turned and closed the door. “Sorry about that, Walter.”
Walter shook his head as he ran a hand over his face. “Looks like her… but they aren’t the same.”
“I know that this wasn’t the way…” Michael drifted off and Walter went to sit down on the recliner that Nikita had talked Michael into putting on the porch when the winter turned mild. Michael arched an eyebrow. “Weren’t you to just drop off Adam?”
“I… I have to talk to her…” Walter shook his head and Michael sighed. “Nikita comes first.”
“Then I can wait,” Walter declared as he looked at Michael. “Plus, you know my Sugar… she may have asked for Beatrice but that doesn’t mean that she is ready to talk. She doesn’t talk much.”
“I don’t think that will happen,” Michael shook his head from side to side. “She asked for Beatrice… but she is still functioning, Walter. It isn’t like it was in the past.”
“You hope,” Walter commented and Michael sat down on the stairs and shook his head. “I know it is not like the past.”
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