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Date Posted: Tuesday, November 23, 11:40:40pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 57+" on Thursday, November 18, 06:39:07pm
“We had a journalist talk to us in English class today,” Adam announced as he walked into the den and saw Nikita on the couch. She turned and blinked her eyes. Adam settled down and rolled his head to look at Nikita. “He told us that we should all practice asking questions, even if we don’t plan on being journalists. He said that it is a skill that would help us in the future with things like job interviews and things like that.”
Nikita didn’t turn away. She was listening to everything that Adam was saying and he took that as a good sign. The other good sign was that his father was nowhere to be found right now. Adam hesitated as he thought back to what his father had said the other night, but shook that thought out of his head.
“Do you mind if I practice asking you some questions?” Adam inquired of Nikita with a gentle voice. Nikita looked at him and shook her head from side to side. Adam wished that she would have answered out loud, but he didn’t push his luck right now.
“So… he said you always start out with something easy… to make sure that everyone is comfortable,” Adam explained as he shifted and moved slightly closer to Nikita. “So… What is your favorite sport?”
Nikita blinked her eyes as she heard the question. She didn’t play sports a child like Adam obviously did. She didn’t have a chance to be on a softball team or a basketball team. She barely ever played tag.
Adam rubbed his hands together as Nikita didn’t answer, although he was sure that she was thinking of a question. “Maybe not just a sport… something to do… I would pick soccer… but I also like running…”
Nikita knew that her first true exposure to anything that could be considered a sport was inside of Section. She did not think that Adam wanted to hear the answer as being martial arts. Nikita exhaled and thought about the training that she had to do for the one mission that was up in the Alps. She had to learn how to ski very quickly. It wasn’t too bad. “Skiing.”
“You ski? That’s so cool. I want to go again this winter… but I want to learn how to snowboard,” Adam countered as he nodded his head up and down. “What is your favorite type of movie? Do you like an action movie, comedy… a girly romantic movie… animation…?”
Nikita didn’t have to think. “Comedy.”
Adam nodded his head. “I used to think my dad liked documentaries… he made me watch so many of them but I found out that it was because he felt that school wasn’t teaching me enough… he likes those slapstick movies… like Hot Shots…”
Adam had hoped that Nikita would say something in return, but she just nodded her head at his statement. His dad had told him that he had first seen the movie Hot Shots because Nikita had suggested it. She wasn’t going to say anything about that right now. “So… you probably have seen both the Wizard of Oz and Willy Wonka – the original Willy Wonka, not the one with Johnny Depp.”
“Yes,” Nikita answered and Adam leaned over. “Which one do you like better?”
Nikita moved her jaw from side to side as she was evaluating the question. Hitching a smile, Nikita giggled slightly. “I like Chocolate. Willy Wonka.”
“I thought you would say that you liked the munchkins…” Adam shrugged his shoulders. “This is really helping me. Can I continue?”
Nikita nodded her head up and down. “Sure.”
Adam rolled his shoulders back and thought of another question that should be easy for Nikita to answer. “My favorite color is orange… what’s your favorite color?”
Nikita instantly saw the blue color of her daughter’s eyes. Nikita closed her eyes for a second as that color was in her mind. There was no way that she could deny it. “Blue.”
Adam rubbed his hands together as he had a moment of fear. Something had bothered Nikita about that last question, but she still answered. “How about what your favorite type of food is? I love Mexican but my dad doesn’t seem to like it… he likes something odd…”
“Thai,” Nikita responded and Adam nodded his head up and down. “Yeah… that’s it. Is that yours?”
Nikita shook her head from side to side. She wanted to tell Adam she just enjoyed warm food. After too many years of just having cold food, Nikita had learned to enjoy the bits of warm prepared food that she had been able to have. She used to like to cook for herself when she was in that small apartment. Nikita rubbed her neck and looked at Adam, who was waiting for an answer. “Bar foods… pizza… sandwiches… that stuff.”
Adam shifted his weight as he thought about the contrasting styles of Nikita and his father. In ways, it made no sense at all. Nikita sounded like she would prefer to eat much like Walter liked to eat when he had the opportunity to order dinner in. “So you like when Walter cooks…”
“Michael gives me new things,” Nikita slowly spoke as she leaned her head back. She could see Adam’s mind working. She knew exactly where it was going. It hurt her that she didn’t pick up on Adam’s game sooner. “Stop.”
“Ok,” Adam pulled back. “I’ll stop with the questions.”
“Thinking like that,” Nikita declared as she narrowed her eyes while slightly shaking her head from side to side.
Michael had a feeling several minutes ago that it was too quiet in the house and that he better find out what was going on. He had stumbled onto this conversation and had thought nothing about it until he stepped to the doorway to look at Nikita’s face, which showed that there was a lot more going on behind her eyes than just the answers. He had stayed there and wondered if Adam would notice when to pull back before Nikita called him out on it.
But it was too late.
Nikita’s words were short and terse. Although she was not talking much at all, Michael also knew that if provoked, Nikita probably would respond like the Nikita of old.
“About the baby,” Nikita rasped and Adam sighed. “I do think about my sister… and I think its nuts that you and my dad don’t want me too. We should be trying to find her… so I wonder about these things…”
“About what she may like to eat based off of what I like to eat versus your dad?” Nikita posed the question as she shook her head and then turned it away from Adam.
“What’s going on in here?” Michael asked as he stepped into the room. Adam looked over his shoulder and knew that his father had been there long enough to know exactly what Adam had been attempting to do. His only hope now was to turn his father onto his side of thinking.
Adam realized that this wasn’t going to be good.
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