Erica, a very cute wavy blond hair blue eyed manager at McGinty's and Gary's
girlfriend though not serious, smiles and drops down to Henry's size.
"Now Honey I know you don't like oatmeal but you have to eat it," she said ruffling his red hair then picking him put and placing him on a bar stool in front of the bowl.
"But mom! I'm 9 now, I'm to old for oatmeal," he retaliated. Marissa entered the bar area of McGinty's.
"Now Henry your never to old for oatmeal," Marissa informed.
"Then you eat it," he said making a face and stirring it around. Erica pulled on her
apron.
"Hey! You be nice!," she said pointing at Henry. Henry pushed the bowl
away. "You eat that you hear me!," Erica warned.
"I will… just not right now," he said grabbing the TV remote control. Erica watched as he flipped though the channels.
"It's getting cold!," she glared at the bowl then back to the set. "Oh my
god Henry go back…. Go back Henry!," he flipped back, "Marissa… get in here
now!," she yelled frantically. Marissa emerged out of her and Gary's office.
"Erica… Erica what is it," she said slowly. Erica grabbed her arm and led her over to the bar.
"It's Gary!," she exclaimed.
"What? What do you mean? Where?," Marissa questioned.
"On TV Marissa and he's lying under… Anatonia Giovani! He… he… just pulled her out of the way of an on coming truck! And… and… Patrick is there with him!," Erica said amazed.
"That's impossible I told Patrick to specifically no go on Bourbon Street. Wait… you just said Anatonia Giovani right?" she asked.
"Umm… yea and why not Bourbon Street?" Erica questioned.
"Because… well…," Marissa was at a loss for words.
"She knew how busy it would be with the opening of the new café. She was trying to save him time," Henry informed.
"Oh," Erica replied. There focus was now on the set. Gary stumbled over his words.
"He gets feelings," Patrick blurted out.
"Oh, no Patrick!" Henry smacked his head to his hand. Erica
scrunched her face and looked down at Henry.
"Baby… what's wrong?… What's wrong with Patrick?" She continued looking at him.
"Well he..," Marissa started but Erica cut her off. "No Marissa I was asking Henry. So would you both stop completing each other's sentences! Henry what's wrong with Patrick?" she asked.
"Umm… well mom he's wearing socks with his sandals," he replied. The cameras cut
and Erica went into the kitchen.
"Eat your oatmeal Henry!" she called over her shoulder.
"Ok mom," he replied sliding off of his chair and walking towards the
trashcan. As he started slopping the oatmeal in the garbage can Marissa came up
behind him with her arms folded.
"Just because I'm blind Henry doesn't mean I can't hear!," she informed.
"Please Marissa don't tell my mom. Please," he begged.
"Your lucky I'm such a softy when it comes to children!" she smiled and handed him an apple. "You know your getting almost as good as Gay when it comes to making up good excuses about that paper," she places a hand on his head.
"Thanks Marissa," he replied.
"I can't believe he didn't tell me it was Anatonia Giovani!" she stated in disbelief.
" I can't believe that my mom and Patrick almost found out about the paper in the same day!" he said.
"What about what paper?" Erica walked into the bar.
"Well..," Henry started. "Found out about how Gary gets his paper for free," he
stated.
"For free huh?" she smiled.
"Yea, he's friends with the owner," he informed.
"Really!" she replied humoring him. Erica turned around and went though some
papers. Henry reached for Marissa's hand and squeezed it. Erica turned around.
"Henry what happened to your oatmeal!" she asked.
"I ate it," he said.
"Umm hum! I bet you did!" she put her hands on her hips then looked down at her watch. "It's 9:45 come on Henry time for school," she grabbed his jacked and crossed over the room. "Marissa I'll be back in 5 minuets," she said as she led him out the door.
girlfriend though not serious, smiles and drops down to Henry's size.
"Now Honey I know you don't like oatmeal but you have to eat it," she said ruffling his red hair then picking him put and placing him on a bar stool in front of the bowl.
"But mom! I'm 9 now, I'm to old for oatmeal," he retaliated. Marissa entered the bar area of McGinty's.
"Now Henry your never to old for oatmeal," Marissa informed.
"Then you eat it," he said making a face and stirring it around. Erica pulled on her
apron.
"Hey! You be nice!," she said pointing at Henry. Henry pushed the bowl
away. "You eat that you hear me!," Erica warned.
"I will… just not right now," he said grabbing the TV remote control. Erica watched as he flipped though the channels.
"It's getting cold!," she glared at the bowl then back to the set. "Oh my
god Henry go back…. Go back Henry!," he flipped back, "Marissa… get in here
now!," she yelled frantically. Marissa emerged out of her and Gary's office.
"Erica… Erica what is it," she said slowly. Erica grabbed her arm and led her over to the bar.
"It's Gary!," she exclaimed.
"What? What do you mean? Where?," Marissa questioned.
"On TV Marissa and he's lying under… Anatonia Giovani! He… he… just pulled her out of the way of an on coming truck! And… and… Patrick is there with him!," Erica said amazed.
"That's impossible I told Patrick to specifically no go on Bourbon Street. Wait… you just said Anatonia Giovani right?" she asked.
"Umm… yea and why not Bourbon Street?" Erica questioned.
"Because… well…," Marissa was at a loss for words.
"She knew how busy it would be with the opening of the new café. She was trying to save him time," Henry informed.
"Oh," Erica replied. There focus was now on the set. Gary stumbled over his words.
"He gets feelings," Patrick blurted out.
"Oh, no Patrick!" Henry smacked his head to his hand. Erica
scrunched her face and looked down at Henry.
"Baby… what's wrong?… What's wrong with Patrick?" She continued looking at him.
"Well he..," Marissa started but Erica cut her off. "No Marissa I was asking Henry. So would you both stop completing each other's sentences! Henry what's wrong with Patrick?" she asked.
"Umm… well mom he's wearing socks with his sandals," he replied. The cameras cut
and Erica went into the kitchen.
"Eat your oatmeal Henry!" she called over her shoulder.
"Ok mom," he replied sliding off of his chair and walking towards the
trashcan. As he started slopping the oatmeal in the garbage can Marissa came up
behind him with her arms folded.
"Just because I'm blind Henry doesn't mean I can't hear!," she informed.
"Please Marissa don't tell my mom. Please," he begged.
"Your lucky I'm such a softy when it comes to children!" she smiled and handed him an apple. "You know your getting almost as good as Gay when it comes to making up good excuses about that paper," she places a hand on his head.
"Thanks Marissa," he replied.
"I can't believe he didn't tell me it was Anatonia Giovani!" she stated in disbelief.
" I can't believe that my mom and Patrick almost found out about the paper in the same day!" he said.
"What about what paper?" Erica walked into the bar.
"Well..," Henry started. "Found out about how Gary gets his paper for free," he
stated.
"For free huh?" she smiled.
"Yea, he's friends with the owner," he informed.
"Really!" she replied humoring him. Erica turned around and went though some
papers. Henry reached for Marissa's hand and squeezed it. Erica turned around.
"Henry what happened to your oatmeal!" she asked.
"I ate it," he said.
"Umm hum! I bet you did!" she put her hands on her hips then looked down at her watch. "It's 9:45 come on Henry time for school," she grabbed his jacked and crossed over the room. "Marissa I'll be back in 5 minuets," she said as she led him out the door.