Chapter 2
~Bad News~
Molly rolled her eyes as she hurried towards the door, the towel she had been using to clean up a spill still in her hand. Yanking open the door she glared at Margo. "What do you want now?"
Margo merely took a deep breath, "can I come in?" she asked stiffly.
"Why? So you can badger my daughter? No, wait. Let me guess. Me, this time. Or better yet; one of the twins. Yeah. That must be it. We're placing the blame on one of them now!"
"Molly, I know I'm probably one of the last people you want to see right now, but I need to talk to you about Jake."
"That's the last person I want to think about right now!"
"Molly. . ."
"I don't care! He has nothing to say that could get me to talk to him right now."
"In more ways than you know," Margo muttered and then sighed. "Molly, there is something you need to know."
"Whatever!" Molly said, throwing up her hands in exasperation as she turned to storm back into the living room, leaving Margo to follow her. "So what's the ever so important news?" she asked as she turned to glare at the other woman.
"Molly, I think you'd better sit down."
"Just tell me what you need to and get out."
"Don't say I didn't give you fair warning."
"Margo. . ."
"It's Jake," Margo started as Molly rolled her eyed. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this. . . but he. . . Jake died half an hour ago."
"What?!?!" Molly asked, the towel fell from her limp hands and she took a reflexive step back, collapsing onto the arm of the couch. "How?"
"His cousin came to visit him. She brought him lunch. He had an allergic reaction to something in it. Went into anaphylactic shock. There was nothing they could do."
"No. Not Jake," Molly said, shaking her head. "He can't be…"
"I'm sorry Molly," Margo said softly as the door opened and Abigail started in with Adam.
"Mom, what are you doing here?" he asked, as Abigail went over to her own mother, "Molly, what is it?"
"Jake. . .he's. . ." but she couldn't say it. Shakily, Molly pushed herself to her feet and staggered towards the hallway, "I need to check on the girls," she said stiffly. Adam and Abigail exchanged troubled glances as they watched her go. "Mom, what's going on?" Adam demanded.
Margo sighed, sometimes, I really hate this job, she thought. "It's Jake. He died earlier this afternoon."
~Bad News~
Molly rolled her eyes as she hurried towards the door, the towel she had been using to clean up a spill still in her hand. Yanking open the door she glared at Margo. "What do you want now?"
Margo merely took a deep breath, "can I come in?" she asked stiffly.
"Why? So you can badger my daughter? No, wait. Let me guess. Me, this time. Or better yet; one of the twins. Yeah. That must be it. We're placing the blame on one of them now!"
"Molly, I know I'm probably one of the last people you want to see right now, but I need to talk to you about Jake."
"That's the last person I want to think about right now!"
"Molly. . ."
"I don't care! He has nothing to say that could get me to talk to him right now."
"In more ways than you know," Margo muttered and then sighed. "Molly, there is something you need to know."
"Whatever!" Molly said, throwing up her hands in exasperation as she turned to storm back into the living room, leaving Margo to follow her. "So what's the ever so important news?" she asked as she turned to glare at the other woman.
"Molly, I think you'd better sit down."
"Just tell me what you need to and get out."
"Don't say I didn't give you fair warning."
"Margo. . ."
"It's Jake," Margo started as Molly rolled her eyed. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this. . . but he. . . Jake died half an hour ago."
"What?!?!" Molly asked, the towel fell from her limp hands and she took a reflexive step back, collapsing onto the arm of the couch. "How?"
"His cousin came to visit him. She brought him lunch. He had an allergic reaction to something in it. Went into anaphylactic shock. There was nothing they could do."
"No. Not Jake," Molly said, shaking her head. "He can't be…"
"I'm sorry Molly," Margo said softly as the door opened and Abigail started in with Adam.
"Mom, what are you doing here?" he asked, as Abigail went over to her own mother, "Molly, what is it?"
"Jake. . .he's. . ." but she couldn't say it. Shakily, Molly pushed herself to her feet and staggered towards the hallway, "I need to check on the girls," she said stiffly. Adam and Abigail exchanged troubled glances as they watched her go. "Mom, what's going on?" Adam demanded.
Margo sighed, sometimes, I really hate this job, she thought. "It's Jake. He died earlier this afternoon."