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Date Posted: Saturday, February 05, 11:54:07pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 156+" on Friday, February 04, 07:27:24pm
“Hi Nikita! Hi Dad!” Adam rushed into the kitchen and clapped his hands. “Good… desserts are done.”
Nikita pulled her hands out of the soapy water and started to rinse the last dish that she had used while baking very early this morning. She had gone to bed early with Michael last night while Adam had stayed over with Walter. She also knew that she had to have the baking done before Walter came back to the house with Adam early this morning to start cooking dinner.
“She made plenty,” Michael commented as he looked at the table that held a pumpkin pie, an apple pie, a pecan pie, and a maple-gingerbread layer cake. She was about to start a cranberry duff when Michael walked in for breakfast and brought Nikita to an end in the baking.
“Well, get those desserts somewhere safe. I have a meal to prepare,” Walter announced as he entered and put several grocery bags down on the chairs. Nikita snapped the dish towel at Walter and moved out the kitchen. Walter watched her leave and looked at Michael before looking at Adam. “Ah… Adam… I think I left the recipe for the sweet potatoes in the car… or I might not have printed it out… maybe you should go look for it…”
“You could just say that you want to talk to my dad alone,” Adam rolled his eyes as he moved out the kitchen. He knew that Walter had wanted to talk to his dad from the moment they started to get ready to come back here.
Walter waited and Michael shook his head. “When are you going to stop doing that?”
“When I remember that he is a miniature you… with Nikita’s attitude,” Walter shook his head from side to side. He then handed a bag to Michael. “All of that needs to get into the refrigerator… the turkey is defrosted, right?”
“In the oven and ready for whatever you need to do,” Michael nodded his head as he opened up the door and then looked at Walter. “Things went fine yesterday.”
“She isn’t talking,” Walter sighed and Michael shook his head. “She talked some yesterday. I think more to Rhoda. We just shouldn’t push it.”
“Since when?” Walter questioned as he shook his head. “Adam is scared about how quiet she has been.”
“And I’ve told him not too. We pushed Nikita too fast to talk about things. She’ll talk when she has something to talk about,” Michael explained again as he worked on the bag and found it empty quickly. As he turned away, he stopped as Walter was just staring at him. “What?”
“It went over with Rhoda and Nat? Really?” Walter questioned and Michael picked up a bag and started to sort it. “Well… it wasn’t a walk in the park and there were times that I was worried about Nat… but they seem to get why we didn’t tell them to start with… and why we can’t always tell them everything.”
“And they are ok?” Walter questioned again and Michael sighed. “They didn’t say that they weren’t coming to dinner tonight.”
Walter pulled the turkey out and slapped it with his hand. “Are we sure that this is a good idea?”
“Nikita wanted this,” Michael smirked as he rolled his shoulders back. “Now, I didn’t volunteer for kitchen duty… I should get Adam back in here.”
“Oh now,” Walter wagged a finger at Michael. “You need to get her to talk.”
“She talks to me,” Michael replied as he continued to move towards the door. “She’ll come around again, Walter. She is getting a sense of how she feels about things again… and then Nikita will talk to you.”
Walter frowned. “I don’t like this.”
“I don’t like it either,” Michael stated as he stood there and then slightly shrugged his shoulders. “But maybe this time it is best to do something on her terms if it isn’t hurting anything.”
Walter rolled his eyes and shook his head as he didn’t trust that statement. “So… when should I expect Mick to roll out of bed and into the kitchen to cause havoc.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Michael chuckled. “He moved into the house with the lab yesterday.”
Walter leaned forward. “Really?”
“I’m surprised that Adam didn’t tell you,” Michael chuckled again and then he shrugged his shoulders. “But then my son does have a wicked sense of humor and I’m thinking he tortured you last night with thoughts of Mick coming into the kitchen you are cooking.”
Walter tossed his hands towards Michael to tell him to stop the taunting. “Any other changes I should know about?”
“Dr. Hlad will be joining us.”
“Davenport still that bad?” Walter inquired and Michael shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t think she had plans elsewhere and he didn’t want her to be alone.”
“But he doesn’t like her,” Walter replied and Michael stepped back. “Would you have stayed in a woman’s house for three days if you didn’t think there was something about her that you could like?”
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