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Date Posted: Sunday, May 08, 10:27:23pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 224+" on Sunday, May 01, 07:04:31pm
“Scccc-rrrapppppe…” the noise vibrated the windows and Davenport turned in bed to stare at the window. It was bright outside, but it was because of the layer of snow outside. It was still very early. For a moment, he thought that he had dreamt the noise.
“Scccc-rrrapppppe…” the noise happened again and then again. Davenport shook his head, trying to figure out what was causing that noise. He rolled to the side and pulled at his robe as Ellie wrapped an arm around him. “Stay…”
“I should have spelled Helen by now,” Davenport whispered as he leaned over and kissed her forehead. He shook his head as the noise continued and it sounded so close to the house. He rubbed his eyes as Ellie relinquished her hold on him. He moved towards the window and pulled the curtains away to notice two things.
More than ten inches of snow and…
Nikita shoveling.
“Fuck,” Davenport hissed loudly as he pushed away from the window. “That damn woman doesn’t know how to take care of herself and we are all going to pay for it… and why my men think it’s good for her…”
Ellie sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes as she squinted at Davenport as he pulled at his jeans. “What is with all the swearing?”
“Do you hear that?” Davenport pointed towards the window as he stomped his foot through his jeans leg. Ellie tilted her head and frowned. “Hear what?”
“Nikita is out there shoveling the damn snow,” Davenport shouted as he pointed to the window. “Why does she even think that it is her job to do? How can she even be awake?”
Ellie shook her head and pulled her legs up towards her stomach while sitting back against the headboard. “Maybe it would be best to just let her be, Davenport.”
“Let her shovel the almost foot of snow? While it is still snowing? So she can become sick or hurt? Don’t we already have one person in this house that needs our attention enough?” Davenport’s voice was loud and soon there was a knock at the door. Davenport pulled on his sweatshirt as he opened the door and saw Helen standing there. “Ah… is something wrong?”
“Someone has to get that woman to do the right thing,” Davenport declared as he looked back at Ellie. “Even if I have to handcuff her to the bed!”
“Are you talking about Nikita?” Helen inquired and Ellie groaned. Davenport leaned forward. “Did you know that she went out to shovel?”
“She slept in the living room… said that she couldn’t sleep without Michael… and then she realized that today is Adam’s birthday and that she didn’t get his gift and doesn’t have stuff to make a cake… she wanted to get out before it got worse…” Helen replied as she twisted her hands around.
“Worse?” Ellie inquired as she reached out for her robe, knowing that this wasn’t going to be good. Davenport was upset and he was going to take drastic measures.
“Ah… the storm kind of is predicted to stop where it is… they are forecasting another ten to twelve inches…” Helen reported as she looked at Davenport. “I told her that she should just explain to Adam… but she said that her error shouldn’t cause him not to have his birthday.”
“Dav… just let her be… She’ll come back in when she gets tired,” Ellie tried to reason with Davenport. But he pushed passed Helen and reached for his coat. “Why didn’t you get one of us?”
Helen didn’t have an answer. Ellie stepped up and shook her head. “How is Michael?”
“He has started to stir…”
“Probably because Nikita is out there shoveling snow!” Davenport hollered as he stomped down the hallway to grab his boots. He didn’t even sit down to get into them and was out the door and swearing some more as he realized how much snow there was.
“What the hell are you trying to do?” Davenport demanded as he trudged in the snow towards Nikita. There was not another soul out there right now and he was thankful that the closest neighbors weren’t close so they didn’t have to hear Nikita shoveling.
Nikita didn’t even respond. She put her head down and continued to work on the pile of snow. Davenport moved towards her and attempted to grab the shovel, but he got elbowed hard enough to make him fall back into the snow.
“Nikita!” Davenport shouted as he pushed himself back up to his feet. He reached for the shovel again, but he ducked as the elbow headed towards him. He got a hold of it to only have Nikita wrench her arms quickly and tossed him up and into the snow pile that she was working on.
But her focus turned right back to the thin path that she was working on. Davenport pushed himself back up and stood right where Nikita was trying to shovel. “You aren’t going to get out of here today, Kita…. And Adam will understand.”
Nikita shook her head but didn’t say a word. She just moved her path to start to go around Davenport. He moved again and Nikita hit his booted feet with the shovel to try to get him to move. Davenport exhaled and reached out for her shoulders. “I know that you are scared about what happened to Michael… and that you want to be the perfect mother to Adam… and you think that he needs to have a cake and his gifts today…. But he needs you to be there for Michael… and to just be there… And a good mother would see this as a good opportunity to bond with her son by having him help you shovel.”
Nikita stepped away and almost fell back into the snow. But she steadied herself and took a moment before trying to shovel again. Davenport swallowed and moved towards her again. “Please don’t make me drag you back inside, Nikita… I don’t want to have to do that… but I will and I can.”
Nikita looked at Davenport. She saw his eyes and she dropped the shovel. She stepped away and then walked back towards the house. Davenport took the shovel and followed her, tired of walking in the snow already. He needed coffee and he needed to get Nikita to go to bed.
He found Nikita pulling off her snow clothes as he entered the house. Ellie was in the kitchen and looking at them. She hadn’t had enough sleep either. “Would you like some hot chocolate, Nikita?”
Nikita looked back at Davenport and then Ellie.
Then promptly went upstairs.
Davenport pulled off his coat and walked towards the kitchen. “She didn’t say a word to me.”
“There is a lot going on in her head.”
“Could she have been in a flash that entire time?” Davenport posed the question and Ellie shook her head from side to side. “No.”
“Then what was that?”
“Rhoda said that Nikita spent months at the convent not talking…. This isn’t abnormal,” Ellie explained as she handed him a cup of coffee. She exhaled deeply and rolled her shoulders. “We are powerless here, Davenport. If she doesn’t want us to help her, we aren’t going to be able to do anything.”
“Fuck,” Davenport muttered as he shook his head with that idea. Michael was going to blame them for not doing something to help Nikita while he was recovering. He sat down at the table and wanted to think of something to make this all better but there simply wasn’t.
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