Part 1: Lily's version
Ch. 1
*NOTE: Scenes from "Once and Again" will be in this story. I am adding to them. There will be other characters versions. This is Lily's. I do not own these characters. This is my first story. I am not an expert. Hopefully, they will get better. *
Scene is a therapist office. The whole family is there.
"Lily Sammler." Said Dr. Waggner. I stood up and walked towards the door and entered a room. "Please sit."
"Thank you." I said trying to make myself comfortable.
"Let's begin, shall we." He said picking up a clipboard. "When did you first know about their relationship? How did you find out?"
" Um- I found out when I was at work. You see . . ." I said trailing off, thinking back, reliving the time when I was talking to Les. The time my world was turned around.
"I don't by the cookies anymore." I said.
"You don't." said Les.
"No, not since I started doing two shows a weak."
"Oh." He said walking away.
"So Les . . . what do you think about what I was saying, about getting syndicated." I said trying to make him cancel the meeting.
"Well, there are good questions." He said not even looking at me.
"Exactly so that's why I am starting to feel like."
"And you should bring them up when you meet with them on Friday." He said cutting me off, not listening to my plea. The phone started to ring. I was hoping someone else would get the phone, so that I could get through to him that I didn't want to meet with the syndicators. "You going to get that or is answering the phone like buying cookies."
"Oh." I said. I turned around and walked towards the phone and picked it up. "Lily Sammler . . . Well hello Alexa's Mom. What. What do you mean, what kind of action? . . . What." I said as I felt numbness in my whole body. Those words playing over and over again in my head. I kept thinking, "I can't believe this. This is insane. Grace wouldn't . . . would she?"
"You still here." Les said brining me back to my reality.
"What . . . oh yeah. I'm sorry –I'm . . . kind of out of it." I said realizing that I had been sitting there for about twenty minutes.
"I'll say." Les said walking away.
I grabbed my purse and walked out of the building. I got into my car and drove away. "What do I tell her? How do I bring this up?" I said talking to myself, trying to figure out what to do. I pulled the car over and tried to think of a way to talk to her about it. I looked to my right and found that I had stopped in front of his house.