Part 6
So- Called Chaos

"Deadlines and meetings and contracts all breached
D-Days and structure, responsibility
Have-to's and need to's and get to's by three
Eleventh hours and upset employees

I want to be naked running through the streets,
I want to invite this so-called chaos that you think I dare not be
I want to be weightless flying through the air
I want to drop all these limitations but the shoes upon my feet"

The ice in the glass clinked together as Bailey took it to his lips, and drank the last of his scotch. He set the glass back down on the coffee table, and stared at the stack of papers next to the glass. Why had he brought them home? What was wrong with him? Bailey had enough problems worrying about Frances, without taking work home with him. He didn't need that kind of stress.

Bailey got up from the couch, and stretched his arms a little. He couldn't remember ever being this stressed. He heard someone come into the living room behind him. "How was school today, Frannie?"

"Okay."

Bailey waited for her response before he turned to face his 18 year old daughter, who today had decided that she wants to look like a biker chick.Her jeans were ripped and she wore a leather jacket. Her raven hair was surrounded by a bandana. He hadn't remembered her leaving the house like that. But then, He couldn't even recall if he saw her before she left the house today, he can't even remember the last time he saw her leave the house, he has been so busy. "Nothing to complain about, just okay?" Bailey pushed gently.

"I don't complain about it every day." Her voice wasn't angry when she said it, instead implied playfully you should have known that. "What about you, how was work?" She spotted the pile of folders. "That bad, huh?"

"I shouldn't have brought that stuff home with me. I just want to get this case solved." He rubbed his tired eyes with his hand. Bailey didn't want to work on the case, and the more and more he thought about it, he realized that nothing in the pile of case materials can't be put off till tomorrow "You know what."

"What?"

"You remember when you were little and sometimes I would take you and Arianna mini golfing."

"Yeah, that was fun." She smiled, remembering fondly.

"If you aren't doing anything tonight, how about we go play a round or two?"

"I don't want to keep you from your work." Frannie seemed concerned.

"It can wait, I don't remember the last time I spent time with you, and after that we can go for ice cream if you want, or are you too old for that."

"No, that sounds like fun." She gives him a warm smile.

He returned the smile, and went for his coat, and he already felt more relaxed.