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Date Posted: Sunday, December 26, 10:44:50pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 97+" on Thursday, December 23, 07:37:51pm
“I hope this is ok,” Davenport commented as he lifted up a bottle of wine as he stood at the door. Michael nodded his head and opened the door wide. “That is more than you needed to do.”
“It’s Christmas,” Davenport tried out the phrase and Michael smirked. “I know, it’s strange…”
“No,” Davenport swung his head from side to side. “It’s awkward. I’m not used to any holiday in general.”
“Even with Erma and her son?” Michael inquired and Davenport winced. “Ah… let’s just say that it hasn’t been a walk in the park lately.”
“Because of us,” Michael whispered as he stopped and looked at Davenport. Davenport shook his head slightly from side to side. “Erma always realized that there was something I was hiding. I just think now it is clear how big that thing is… I just don’t want to hurt her son.”
“Please don’t mention any of this to Kita,” Michael spoke as he took the bottle of wine out of Davenport’s hand. “Guilt is something that she is struggling with.”
“I wasn’t planning,” Davenport admitted as he rubbed his hands together. “I wasn’t even going to mention it.”
Michael nodded his head solemnly as he patted Davenport’s shoulder. He would talk to Davenport at another time to see if there was anything that he could do to help Davenport. Michael knew that Nikita couldn’t handle the guilt, but Michael didn’t mention his own guilt about the situation. Davenport had moved more and more into his private investigation firm than he had been before Michael started to search for Nikita. He had been functioning well as the wedding photographer Christopher James.
“I think Davenport brought us the solution to what the adults will drink,” Michael announced as he entered the dining room. Nikita stood up and moved to Davenport. She hugged him almost shyly and tried to scurry away. But Davenport got Nikita’s hands and stopped her. “ You look good, Nikita.”
Nikita blushed and rolled her shoulders slightly as she was released. “It must be the new clothes that Adam selected for me.”
“That must be it,” Davenport allowed Nikita to use that reason as he sat down. “I hope that I wasn’t holding up dinner.”
“Just on time,” Walter declared as he started to slice the turkey. Nikita watched and then slapped her hands on the table. “Jason.”
“He can’t come,” Davenport chuckled. “He has a date.”
“A date?” Michael and Nikita asked at the same time. Walter laughed and continued to his work on the turkey. “Your son talked him into trying internet dating.”
“Adam,” Michael shook his head as he started to pass the potatoes around the table. Adam shrugged his shoulders. “He was complaining about how hard it was to find women…. He also said that he couldn’t find someone in the same field.”
Davenport nodded his head. “I heard her name is Daisy and she is a cosmetology teacher.”
“A hairdresser?” Walter chortled with wild delight. “Oh, that is a mismatch.”
“She is a teacher,” Davenport corrected as he swung his head from side to side. “It’s their third date.”
Nikita picked up the Brussel sprouts and placed some on her plate before passing them on. She was listening to the conversations, but she was being quiet. Michael didn’t make a big deal about it, but he did know that it was probably just a sign of too much attention on her today. “Walter… what is with these carrots?”
“More veggies,” Adam retorted with a slight complaint. Walter waved the knife in Adam’s direction. “You haven’t tried them… they are maple glazed… and its carrots and parsnips.”
“You are trying lots of new things,” Davenport commented as he loaded his plate with stuffing, pausing, and then adding a bit more.
“Oh, I’ve made these before. Sugar tested them out for me years ago,” Walter shrugged his shoulders. Nikita nodded her head up and down as she speared a few of the carrots and parsnips before plopping them right into her mouth.
“Years ago?” Michael inquired and Walter nodded his head. “Oh… just as she was getting out of probation… when she was left in an apartment with no cooking skills.”
“Why didn’t I know about this?” Michael asked as he took the ham that Walter had already sliced and started it around the table. He noted that Nikita had taken one scoop of everything, but not much of any one item.
“You weren’t part of the club yet,” Adam answered for Walter. Walter rolled his eyes. “I keep on telling you, Adam… it wasn’t a club.”
“Spell out the code that you are speaking in right now,” Michael demanded. Walter saw no harm in telling Michael as Nikita did not protest. “I used to explain to Sugar that about 5% of the people in Section were good people…. And that finding them was hard and we had to stick together… Obviously Sugar was one and I was one… at that time, I thought you could be one, but Sugar didn’t.”
Nikita shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head. “35 percent,” Nikita spoke before she took a slice of ham and passed on the tray.
“35 percent?” Michael inquired and Walter dropped his head slightly. “What’s who was spared.”
Michael leaned his head back and nodded it while he took the wine bottle into his hands. “Let me find a corkscrew… and maybe we can make a toast… and a prayer…”
Michael walked over to Nikita’s chair and rubbed her shoulders while kissing her cheek gently. “You ok?”
“Yeah,” Nikita rasped as she didn’t look Michael in the eyes while nodding her head. Michael lingered and then stepped away.
Now wasn’t the time.
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