Harm's Apartment
Later that Night
Mac had gone back to her apartment shortly after dinner and Harm and Jillian had spent the last few hours getting acquainted and moving stuff into her new room.
"I'm thinking that maybe this weekend we can paint it- unless you'd like it white."
Jillian shook her head, "I'd like to paint it."
"What color?"
Jillian looked up at him with sparkling blue eyes, "Is green okay?"
"Green?" Harm questioned.
"It's my favorite color. Not like neon, or anything. I dunno- I'll pick another color."
"No, green is fine- I'll bring home some paint chips tomorrow after work and you can decide the shade."
"What exactly is your job?" Jillian asked.
"I'm a JAG lawyer. It's a branch of the Navy that handles military law stuff."
"Oh," Jillian said, intrigued. "And Mac helps you?"
"Sometimes. there are times when we're against each other in the court room, but we work together a lot too."
"So what do I do while you're at work?"
Harm smiled, "Tomorrow I have a trail and Mac is taking the day off so you two can get some of the things you'll need-"
"Shopping?" Jillian said happily.
Harm laughed, "Yes shopping. Boy, you and Mac are going to get along well. But then if you'd like to come to work with me Thursday we'll go to lunch and then I'll bring you to the office, there are some people I'd like you to meet."
"Your friends?"
"Yes."
"I'd like that."
"Then on Friday Harriet said she'd like the afternoon with you, if that's alright."
"What's Harriet like?" Jillian asked.
"Oh, you'll love her- she'll be at the office on Thursday so you can meet her."
Jillian nodded.
"We'll work next week out later, but school should start soon- so we'll probably need to get you registered then anyway."
"I haven't been to a real school since first grade." Jillian said, looking away.
"Is that when you went to live at Belmont?"
"No, I went to Belmont when I was 7. that would have been my- third grade year... I have a late birthday."
"What happened between first grade and third?" Harm was extremely curious to hear about her life in her own words, but he was trying to approach the topic with sensitivity, so his tone was soft.
"I lived with my grandfather until first grade, and then when he died my mom came and took me."
"Your mom didn't put you in school?"
Jillian still wasn't looking at him, "No. a- at first she tried to teach me stuff by herself- but after awhile she got tired of it." She gave a shaky sigh and Harm decided to stop the questions for tonight- they'd have plenty of time to talk about it later.
"Hey, how about some ice-cream?" He suggested.
Jillian gave him the glimmer of a smile. Harm picked her up and swung her on his back and she giggled as they headed for the kitchen.
Mac had gone back to her apartment shortly after dinner and Harm and Jillian had spent the last few hours getting acquainted and moving stuff into her new room.
"I'm thinking that maybe this weekend we can paint it- unless you'd like it white."
Jillian shook her head, "I'd like to paint it."
"What color?"
Jillian looked up at him with sparkling blue eyes, "Is green okay?"
"Green?" Harm questioned.
"It's my favorite color. Not like neon, or anything. I dunno- I'll pick another color."
"No, green is fine- I'll bring home some paint chips tomorrow after work and you can decide the shade."
"What exactly is your job?" Jillian asked.
"I'm a JAG lawyer. It's a branch of the Navy that handles military law stuff."
"Oh," Jillian said, intrigued. "And Mac helps you?"
"Sometimes. there are times when we're against each other in the court room, but we work together a lot too."
"So what do I do while you're at work?"
Harm smiled, "Tomorrow I have a trail and Mac is taking the day off so you two can get some of the things you'll need-"
"Shopping?" Jillian said happily.
Harm laughed, "Yes shopping. Boy, you and Mac are going to get along well. But then if you'd like to come to work with me Thursday we'll go to lunch and then I'll bring you to the office, there are some people I'd like you to meet."
"Your friends?"
"Yes."
"I'd like that."
"Then on Friday Harriet said she'd like the afternoon with you, if that's alright."
"What's Harriet like?" Jillian asked.
"Oh, you'll love her- she'll be at the office on Thursday so you can meet her."
Jillian nodded.
"We'll work next week out later, but school should start soon- so we'll probably need to get you registered then anyway."
"I haven't been to a real school since first grade." Jillian said, looking away.
"Is that when you went to live at Belmont?"
"No, I went to Belmont when I was 7. that would have been my- third grade year... I have a late birthday."
"What happened between first grade and third?" Harm was extremely curious to hear about her life in her own words, but he was trying to approach the topic with sensitivity, so his tone was soft.
"I lived with my grandfather until first grade, and then when he died my mom came and took me."
"Your mom didn't put you in school?"
Jillian still wasn't looking at him, "No. a- at first she tried to teach me stuff by herself- but after awhile she got tired of it." She gave a shaky sigh and Harm decided to stop the questions for tonight- they'd have plenty of time to talk about it later.
"Hey, how about some ice-cream?" He suggested.
Jillian gave him the glimmer of a smile. Harm picked her up and swung her on his back and she giggled as they headed for the kitchen.