Michael came downstairs listening for the location of his mother. "Old habits die hard," crossed through Michael's mind. He turned to find Madeline in the kitchen.

"Did you have a nice reunion with Fi, Michael?" Maddie had busied herself making enough ice tea for the University of Miami defensive line.

"Hi mom. You look…"

"Empowered, I believe the word is, Michael. And how are you? Are you reemployed by the United States Government?"

"Yes, in a way. I noticed that you are developing your entrepreneurial skills. I'm impressed."

"Now, I know you want something."

Michael came up behind Maddie and put his hands on her shoulders. Affection was shown one way in their relationship. Maddie was the one who gave the hugs. And Michael grudgingly accepted them. This sudden touch froze Maddie in the moment. Michael leaned in and kissed his mother on the cheek. It was such an unnatural act, but he knew that at this moment, he needed to show her how deeply he loved her. Maddie turned around and hugged Michael with all she had. What surprised her was that he was doing the same.

"I'm glad you came back, Michael."

"I'm too. I'm too. I guess Miami is in my blood now.

Maddie pulled back and smiled. She knew that she and Michael had turned a corner.

"I'm proud of you, mom. Fi told me some of what you have been up to. May be its time you have a rightful place on this team."

"Michael, we need to know your plans. I'm going to be direct with you. You can't just pull Fi's strings the way you do. You need to make some type of commitment here." He rolled his eyes. "God, Michael, I'm not talking marriage, but you more connected to Fi this way then if you were married."

"I keep getting really good advice from the women in my life. And yes mother, I'm listening. I hope I'm better at acting on it."

"Let's hope so. Again, what are your plans?"

"Fi mentioned you have an appointment at the Carlito with a new client. Take the appointment. I will sit and keep my mouth shut and then I will take the three of you to dinner…some place nice, on me."

"One plan at a time, right Michael."

"Yes, mother."