Some Kind Words

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Brady wandered the south wing of the Dimera mansion. He found himself back at the party. He saw Belle whispering to Shawn. He noticed the Wesleys, in the midst of a romantic dip, a la Astaire and Rogers. Brady spotted Marlena, holding court with Maggie and Mickey. Brady slowly backed away and retreated down the hallway. As Marlena threw her head back, in laughter, she noticed Brady leaving the party. She didn't like the expression on his face. Marlena put down her champagne and excused herself. As Marlena exited the parlor, Belle quizzed her about her destination.

Belle: Mom, where are you going?

Marlena: Oh honey, I was beeped. I need to call the hospital.

Belle: Ah, Mom. You are always on duty.

Marlena: Apparently. Excuse me, sweetie.

Marlena kissed Belle.

Marlena made her way through the corridor. As she walked through the hallway, the only sound she heard was her slippers against the carpet. Then, she heard a loud thump. She moved toward the source of the noise. The door to the solarium was cracked open and she peered into the room. She saw Brady, kicking a very expensive chaise. She closed the door and waited. She could hear Brady, grumbling about Chloe, pathetic Phillip and himself. Marlena took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Marlena: Um, excuse me. Is anyone in here?

She opened the door, slowly.

Is there anyone here? Oh, it's you, Brady.

Brady: Yep. What are you doing here?

M: Oh, I needed a quiet room to make a phone call. I'm sorry that I bothered you.

B: Go ahead, I'll leave you alone.

Brady walked toward the doorway.

M: Brady… wait a minute. I have a confession to make. I lied about the phone call.

Brady looked at Marlena, perplexed.

I wanted to talk to you. Come on, let's sit down.

Marlena walked to the chaise and Brady, reluctantly, seated himself next to her.

B: So… what do you want to talk about?

M: You. Specifically you, tonight.

B: What about me? I'm at a party with half of Salem here. Socializing with people who don't like me and whom I don't like. Belle is hanging with Shawn, you're with Maggie and Mickey, and Dad is missing in action. But hey, there are some great eats here.

M: You've forgot someone.

B: Who?

M: Chloe. What is she doing?

B: I don't know. Maybe she's eloping with Phillip.

M: Brady… what is going on with you? I know that it isn't the party or the people who 'hate' you, or Belle with her boyfriend that is bothering you…

B: Oh, so you acknowledge that Shawn is Belle's boy…

M: Don't change the subject. What is going on with you and Chloe?

B: Nothing. She is with Phillip. That's that.

M: Brady, look at me. I know that something is bothering you. I can tell that you are hurting. It's in your eyes. Please Brady, I want to help you.

B: There isn't anything anyone can do. So forget about it.

M: Okay, but I want to say this. For many years, I have watched you grow and mature. A lot of the time it was tough, especially when you returned from college. And last year, when you were shot, I thought it would be impossible to reconnect with you. What we did to each other was unforgivable. But somehow, we've come back together. Now, if it is possible for the two of us to endure some struggles and survive the aftermath, anyone can. If you are experiencing any setbacks with Chloe, don't lose faith. After all, I didn't lose faith in you.

Marlena kissed Brady's cheek, patted his shoulder, and exited the room. Brady sat on the chaise, thinking about Marlena's words.

B:(quietly) But Marlena, I knew you loved me, on some level. I can't say the same thing about Chloe.

Brady reclined on the chaise and looked at the December sky.

-End of Some Kind Words-