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Date Posted: Sunday, November 14, 05:06:40pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 50+" on Saturday, November 13, 12:37:29pm
Rhoda walked into the coffee shop and saw Nat sulking in the corner. She smiled at the waitress that she knew from the many visits for coffee that she had here with Nat. Sometimes he was coming to comfort her after a long shift at the hospital or she was here to let Nat vent about a bad day at work.
She eased into the booth and pulled up the menu. Nat was spinning the spoon around in his half empty coffee cup at a vigorous pace. He didn’t look up at her and Rhoda clucked her tongue against the top of her mouth. “Look, they have a new sandwich here… the Caprese Sandwich.”
“A BLT without the bacon,” Nat retorted as he placed the spoon down and took a sip of the coffee. He placed the mug down and shook his head. “I don’t know why we always come here.”
“Because at any time of the day we can get tomato soup with a thick grilled cheese sandwich,” Rhoda closed her menu and waved her hand to the waitress to start their order. Nat looked at the waitress and nodded his head in agreement. Rhoda didn’t say anything more until her ice tea was delivered. “Now… I don’t usually get called out for emergencies any longer, Nat.”
“Joe… or whatever her name is…” Nat shook his head from side to side. “And Michael Pomeroy… if that is even his name… or if that is even his own son.”
“What happened to Joe?” Rhoda asked and Nat blinked his eyes. “You didn’t hear?”
“She was in the hospital… she was to stay until tomorrow,” Rhoda answered and Nat shook his head from side to side. “Connections… and I don’t understand it all.”
“You are going to have to start from the beginning,” Rhoda sighed as she needed more information than what she had right now. She was concerned. A patient with a concussion had to take care of themselves and if Joe left without anywhere to go, she could be get serious trouble in just a few short hours.
“Joe… Nikita… suddenly being found out to be related to the angel but not talking…” Nat stumbled through his words and Rhoda frowned. She was not learning much right now. “You couldn’t be sure of that.”
“I would have been… if Michael Pomeroy wasn’t protecting her… He didn’t even believe in one person being the angel and then suddenly he sees her and it is like… it’s like he loves her,” Nat rattled off. Rhoda sipped at her ice tea and then placed it back down. “He does love her.”
“How could you possible know that?”
“I saw it,” Rhoda rasped as she held her hands around the glass and looked at Nat. “He game to the church to talk to her… I could tell that he knew her and a man like Michael Pomeroy doesn’t come to a church to talk to a woman who is obviously dealing with some bad things unless he loves her.”
Nat leaned back and watched as the soup and sandwiches were placed on their table. He pushed at the bread and leaned his head to the side. “I couldn’t get answers that I liked and I needed them.”
Rhoda pulled the sandwich apart as she looked at Nat. “What did you do?”
“I got a court order that said that if Nikita… I think that’s her name, left the hospital it would be to the police station for questioning,” Nat admitted as he knew that Rhoda was going to hate what he had done. He watched as her eyes flashed with anger that did not match her role as the Reverend Mother and her sandwich dropped to the plate. “You did what?”
“I was sure that it was the only way that I would get information… and Michael left… I should have had someone follow him,” Nat declared and Rhoda leaned forward. “Follow Michael? For what reason?”
“Because when he came back, he had someone else that really wanted to see Nikita and this other man… and it was that other man that caused the problems,” Nat explained as he picked up his soup spoon and looked at Rhoda who was glaring at him. “I’ve had pressure about all of these cases… especially about how someone beat up this woman who shouldn’t have been around that area – who we didn’t know who she was.”
“You shouldn’t have gotten involved – you shouldn’t have gotten a court order. You cause the problems,” Rhoda declared as she shook her head from side to side. “Nikita is still in the hospital then?”
“No,” Nat shook his head from side to side. “And I didn’t get a chance to ask her any other questions.”
Rhoda tilted her head to the side as she chewed a bit of her sandwich. “But she isn’t in the hospital still?”
“That other man… he must be some sort of secret agent...”
“Or a lawyer,” Rhoda offered up as an option. Nat shook his head back and forth. “I lost all of the angel cases… by some other organization that I don’t even get to know the name of.”
“And Nikita?” Rhoda said the name although it still felt odd to say that name.
“Michael took her home about forty minutes ago,” Nat grumbled. Rhoda lifted her head. Nat thought that this was a bad thing, but Rhoda liked this. “This is good, Nat.”
“Everything got sealed, Rhoda,” Nat huffed as he leaned forward. “Everything that the angel did… got pulled out from our jurisdiction… I’m not allowed to do anything with the evidence any longer… and it’s gone.”
Rhoda wasn’t sure if she liked that because she did not want to think that Nikita had anything to do with this. “Look, Nat… you didn’t know Mary… Joe… Nikita….”
Nat looked at her and saw the happiness in Rhoda’s face. He hated that he was so upset while she was so happy. “This is a good thing for her. It means that there is something there for her. For months I’ve been trying to get her to talk…”
“She hasn’t talked,” Nat shook his head from side to side.
“But she has someone,” Rhoda sighed as she looked down at her plate and then back to Nat. “And I’m sure that if we give it some time, she’ll find a way to tell us what she can.”
“What she can,” Nat pointed out and Rhoda shrugged her shoulders. “The Lord works in mysterious ways, Nat.”
“Spoken like the Reverend Mother,” Nat commented as he picked up his sandwich and bite into it. Rhoda wasn’t hungry now. Whenever Nat said something along the lines that he just did always indicated something that he had never wanted to speak about. He had respected her choice, but in ways, it had destroyed part of their friendship that Rhoda couldn’t identify. She picked up her own sandwich, knowing that for now, there was nothing more to talk about.
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