Another new chapter and another moment where Liz is acting bizarre! I wonder what's up with her... Any ideas yet? Review and let me know what you're thinking!
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Half Past Now
Liz's kids stared pouring into the house at exactly 3 PM. Greg met each one of them in turn and couldn't help but wonder how Liz kept track of them all. It was nearly impossible for him to tell the difference between some of them and he couldn't imagine how anyone, even their own immediate family, could know them all so well.
The oldest boy, the one that Liz had told him wasn't actually Marty's son, came into the room again after everyone else had left and looked her in the eye, ignoring Greg. "Did they find Dad yet?"
"Yeah they did," Liz told him, not giving away any hint as to what she really knew. "I need you to go upstairs and help the girls with their homework, I'll be up as soon as Mr. Sanders leaves and we'll all talk about it."
"Why can't you just tell me now?" the boy asked. "Why do you always have to have stupid family meetings about this sort of thing? And when is Dad coming home?"
"I'm gonna tell you that when I come up to talk to all of you," she said more forcefully. "Now please go up and help Shellie and Mickie with their homework."
"Why can't you?" He asked, rudely. "I bet you forced Dad to leave, didn't you? You're probably drove him so nuts he wants a divorce!"
"Kobie Mattieu!" She exclaimed in total disbelief, offering an apologetic glance in Greg's direction. "I can't believe my ears!"
Kobie, as Greg had just been reminded was the boy's name went bounding off up the stairs quite dramatically and they both heard a door slam. "How old is he again," Greg asked.
"Eleven," she said and rolled her eyes. "He's not gonna take it well, he really idolizes his father."
"I thought you said Marty was his step-father?" Greg asked, as he scratched a hand over his head. "I mean, you did say that didn't you?"
"He's the only father Kobie's ever known," Liz responded, giving Greg a pretty impressive glare. "Isn't that enough?"
"Sure, sure," Greg said slowly. "I guess I just assumed he spent time with his real father too."
"No," Liz said, looking even more agitated. "Look, I really think it's about time you left."
"I could stay and help you talk to the kids," Greg offered.
"I don't mean to offend but these aren't your kids. You need to leave." She said curtly. Greg didn't move, just stared at her unable to believe what he was hearing. "Now."
"You can't be serious?!" he asked, for the second time in two days she'd gone from totally open to totally icy. "C'mon, I know you're gonna need some back-up. I told you I'd be here for you."
"I don't need you Greg," she reminded him hurtfully. "And they don't need you either. You can't just replace Marty!"
"For the love of Pete!" Greg exclaimed loudly. "I am in a relationship and I haven't seen you in a Goddamn decade! I'm just trying to be a good friend. Or—did you forget what that means?"
"Get out of my home this instant," Liz demanded. "Or I'll call the cops!"
"I am the cops!" Greg yelled, looking around for his keys.
"Leave!"