Here's the other one, dedicated to all the fans of my writing and the M/L
shippers too. I'm doing better but I'm really sick of this damn chair.
Chapter 3: Father?
After Max got to Jam Pony she explained everything to Original Cindy, who was visibly surprised and happy.
" Damn! Original Cindy never thought she'd see the day when her boo had a kid." Max chuckled at her friend's exclamation.
" Yeah, well I never thought I'd be with Logan again and look how that turned out." She said with a grin.
" Original Cindy says that if a man accepts keeping a kid he's just met to keep his woman happy, he deserves lots of booty. You thanked him properly?" At Cindy's obvious insinuation Max turned all shades of red and Cindy laughed. " I think that's a yes."
" I'm really sorry for interrupting your interesting conversation just because there's work to do." They didn't even hear Normal approaching them until he had spoken. " Here, earn your pay." He handed Max a package.
" Ooh goody, sector seven, my favorite. You're so kind to me Normal, how should I ever thank you?" She said using her sarcasm.
" Getting the hell outta here and bringing me a signature would be nice." He said getting behind his desk again.
" Yeah right, I'll tell you what would be nice, my foot up your ass." She muttered as she walked out.
" Hey, I heard that!" He yelled at her.
" Whatever!" She yelled back.
When Max reached sector four she sighed heavily, she hated it because of the riots that always happened there. When she reached the house she tied her bike and went up to the porch and knocked the door. It was a white house; quite pretty if you took a good look at the place it was located in.
Finally the door opened revealing a tall man who looked quite familiar. He seemed of seventy years or so, gray hair and piercing blue eyes. He stared at her in awe, as he'd seen a ghost.
" Jam Pony delivery." She said and shifted her weight to the other leg, feeling incredibly uncomfortable under his gaze.
" I've been waiting for you." He said in a nervous tone. " Come in please." Max looked at him confused.
" I'm sorry sir but I've got work to do. All I need is a signature and I'll be off." The man opened the door even more.
" Please, it'll only be for a few minutes. I've got something for you." He insisted and disappeared inside before Max could reply.
She thought that it was strange but if he got kinky, she'd kick his ass and leave. She entered the house and closed the door. The house was actually even prettier on the inside, decorated in pastel colors and fine things.
" Take a seat please, I'll be out in a moment." She heard him say and she sat on a light brown couch. She looked at the walls; there were pictures of children everywhere.
" Life must be hard for you, isn't it?" He asked moving from one place to another in the other room.
" Yeah. A bike messenger doesn't have it that easy." She replied uncomfortably. " Listen Mr..."
" Sanders. Tom Sanders." He said coming out of the room as Max rose.
" Mr. Sanders, I really have to go or my boss will fire me." He smiled at her in a compassionate manner.
" He doesn't know what he has." He searched his pockets and retrieved a 100-dollar bill. " Here, this is for you." He handed it to her.
" I can't take this, we aren't allowed to take tips from the clients." She said giving them back.
" Please, I know that Jam Pony isn't enough to pay all the bills." He said knowingly. She put it in her pocket and turned for the door.
" Thanks." She muttered and was opening the door when he spoke.
" You're so beautiful." He stated and she froze. She turned around and closed the door.
" Now I get the picture, you're just an apparently nice, old guy who uses the Jam Pony delivery service to meet young girls. You invite them into your house and give them money so they have to have sex with you. Well, here's your money, I ain't no ho and even if I were one, I'd have to be high or drunk to sleep wit' your skinny, senile ass!" She said throwing him the money and walking to the door.
" Please, that's not what I meant. I had a daughter like you." At this Max froze again, she slowly turned a little embarrassed of accusing him of anything.
" You had a daughter. What happened to her?" She asked softly, the old man's eyes watered and she recognized her mistake. " I'm sorry, I shouldn't have accused you like that. You don't need to explain anything to me."
" But I want to, it's been a long time since I talked with someone who actually wanted to listen." He sat on the couch and made room for her.
She was about to decline, leave before Normal fired her but she couldn't. There was something so familiar about this man and after all, she was the one who got him all worked up. So she sat next to him.
" I had to leave them. Both my kids, circumstances of life that I couldn't control." He said in a sad whisper.
" Both?" She asked gently.
" Yes. My big boy, he was my first-born, so good to me. And my baby, my special little girl." Max felt a shiver run down her spine, where had she heard that before. ' Special little girl?'
" I didn't want to go, they forced me to. And I left my kids, but I've never stopped thinking about them or loving them." There tears streaming down his face. " I'm sorry, you must go."
" Don't be sorry, I understand what being lonely means. Thanks for sharing this with me Mr. Sanders." She got up and walked to the door.
" Wait! I still don't know your name and you need your signature."
" Max." She replied giving him the sheet so he could sign.
" Max, that's a beautiful name. Here, take this." He gave her the bill and this time she took it.
" Thanks. Bye Mr. Sanders." And with that she left.
All the way back, Max thought about her weird encounter with Mr. Sanders. There was something too familiar in that man, though she couldn't put her finger on it. When she finally got back Normal's voice interrupted her thoughts.
" Max! Where the fire truck where you?" He hollered.
" Shut up. Here's your signature."
" You'll learn to respect me some day missy." He said but she had walked away.
She found Original Cindy and told her about the weird incident.
" Don't worry boo, you just betta take me to meet my new niece." She said gaining a smile from Max.
On their lunch hour they pedaled all the way to Foggle Towers, chatting their way up to the penthouse. Max opened the door and let Cindy in.
" Honey, I'm home!" She called out and Cindy gave her a look.
" Wow boo, you've really changed." Max laughed whole-heartedly. And then Logan came out of the office dragging Dylan, who was clinging tightly to his leg.
" Hey precious, hey Cindy." He said kissing Max and Cindy's cheek.
" Hey there boy toy, how's it hangin'? Lemme see the lil' rug rat. Hey there, I'm your auntie Cindy." She said softly.
Dylan slowly detangled herself from Logan's leg and stood rigidly by his side. Max smiled at the child's attitude and picked her in her arms.
" Come 'ere sweetie. This is your auntie Cindy, she's mommy's best friend and she came to meet you." Dylan smiled shyly and stretched her arms to Cindy.
" Hello auntie Cindy." She said in her soft whisper of a voice.
" Hey baby boo. How's it goin'?" Dylan looked at Max and she nodded.
" Tell auntie Cindy what you were doing just now." Logan chipped in.
" I make pasghetti fo' lunch. Mommy's favorite, Dylan's favorite too." She said softly, Cindy had to get closer to actually hear what she was saying.
" Does she always talk like this?" She inquired.
" Yeah. It's probably because her mother didn't want her near, defense mechanism. She talked in a whisper so she wouldn't hear her, therefore guarding herself from a beating." Logan explained matter-of-factly.
Dylan grimaced and Max noticed it, she took her in her arms and hugged her tightly.
" But now that she's here, she can do whatever she wants. You hear that baby?" Dylan smiled shyly.
" Yes mommy." She replied obediently.
" Anyone hungry?" Logan asked gaining stern looks from the three females in the room.
" Please tell me that's a rhetorical question." Max burst out and they all laughed.
After yet another Cale culinary miracle, Cindy and Max headed back to Jam Pony, leaving Logan to tend to Dylan and the heap of dirty plates in the sink.
After delivering her last package she grabbed her bike and peddled towards Foggle Towers. It had been long hours after that strange incident with Mr. Sanders but she still couldn't shake off the weird feeling. Finally home, she rode the elevator and then opened the door to the penthouse.
" Honey, I'm home!" She yelled and laughed at herself, she loved doing that.
" Mommy!" Dylan shrieked and ran towards her. She was clad in her new teddy bear pajamas. She jumped in to her arms happily.
" Hey baby, miss me much? Million kisses." She said laughing when Dylan started depositing sweet kisses all over her face.
Logan who had been witnessing the scene unfolding chuckled happily to himself, and why not, after all he was the happiest man alive. With Max by his side he knew he could do anything, and now little Dylan had come to make them happier.
" Come daddy!" His thought were interrupted by Dylan's shriek.
" Yes ma'am." He teased and walked towards them. He enveloped Max in a bear hug taking Dylan with them.
" Now this is what I call a good welcome." Max teased gaining kisses from Logan and Dylan.
" You know you're always welcome here baby." Logan said between kisses. Max chuckled and her stomach chose that time to make itself noticed.
" I'd love to stay here all day but I'm really hungry. And if you don't feed me right away I might just eat this appetizing little girl here." She said tickling Dylan's soft belly making her giggle with delight.
Finally, a loooong while later, when Dylan was sleeping peacefully in her room and Max and Logan were resting from the exertion their love-making had left, she started to think.
She still couldn't forget about Mr. Sanders, there was something she didn't get from him, but it was definitely familiar. Maybe it was his voice, the way he had called his daughter, his ' special little girl' or maybe she was nuts. She turned uncomfortably to her side and Logan noticed.
" Baby what's wrong? You've been moving way too much tonight. I know you don't sleep that much, but you usually sleep some after…our little game earlier." Max turned back to him and stared.
" I can't sleep, that's all." She lied but he could read past it.
" There's something on your mind, you have two options. You can tell me what is it or…I can tickle it out of you." He said launching tickling hands on her extremely ticklish abdomen.
" Ok…ok…I'll…tell…you." She managed to choke out between laughs.
" Spill." He said sitting by her side.
" Well, I don't know if I should be worrying exactly, I mean, it isn't all that." She started.
" Max, just tell me what's bothering you." He urged her again, she sighed.
" Fine. This morning I delivered a package; it was in sector seven in a pretty looking house. This old man opens the door and says that he's been waiting for me; I automatically assume that he's referring to the package but he isn't. I tell him that he has to sign my sheet and instead he invites me in to his house."
Logan was starting to get uncomfortable, he trusted Max and he knew that she could take care of herself, but he still didn't hesitate in getting worried and a little jealous when a stranger asks his woman in to his house.
" Anyways, I went in and it was pretty nice, lots of pictures of kids of all sizes. He leaves me waiting and starts asking about my work, how hard it is for a bike messenger. Then he comes out and he hands me a 100-dollar bill, I automatically refuse but he insists so I take it. Then when I was leaving he told me how beautiful I was and that set me off." Max could remember the tone he used when he told her that, she should've noticed the fatherly pride in his words.
" What happened?" He asked anxious to know everything.
" I thought he was trying to buy some sex, so I told him off. Instead he gets all mushy and says that I reminded him of his daughter. I felt guilty so I heard his story, he said he had to leave his first born, his big boy and his special little girl. He said he didn't want to, that they forced him to do so."
" They who?"
" I don't know, he didn't tell me. Afterwards I got my signature and left but it's been eating through my brain all day. There's something familiar in that man, I still don't know what it is, but I know it's there."
" Just forget it honey. It's probably nothing."
" You're right, sorry I kept you awake." She said hugging him.
" It's ok baby, you know I got your back any time." He said kissing her goodnight and they both fell asleep cuddled together.
The next day everything was normal, Max went to work while Logan did some Eyes Only work and took care of Dylan. He had called some interior decorators to turn the guestroom in to a kiddy's room, to surprise Max.
On their lunch break Max and Cindy decided to go to a small café nearby. Once they were seated they ordered and started talking.
"…so what'cha think boo? Boo?" Max's attention had turned to the man sitting across them. It was Tom Sanders.
" What?" She muttered.
" What are you lookin' at?" Cindy turned to the direction Max was looking and saw the old man. " Don't tell me you're in heat again?"
" No. That's him Cindy, Mr. Sanders."
" Well, invite him over." Cindy suggested shamelessly.
" No! Are you nuts."
" No, you are gonna drive Original Cindy nuts." She turned to the man again and yelled. " Yo Sanders, come 'ere please!"
The man saw them and smiled, he approached them shyly.
" Hi Max, so nice to see you again." He said politely.
" Yeah. This is my friend Cindy." He smiled at Cindy.
" Hi, Tom Sanders." He extended his hand and she shook it.
" Nice to meet ya. Come sit with us." She motioned to the empty chair and he awkwardly took it.
" So…oh excuse me." Max's pager went off and she walked over to the payphone.
" So, is Max happy?" He asked catching Cindy off guard.
" Excuse me?"
" Is she happy? How's her life?" He asked again with more urgency.
Cindy thought it was strange but quickly dismissed the thought. " Well, she lives with her boy Logan Cale, which she adores and now she got a lil' rug rat."
" Oh." Was all he could say because Max returned.
" Cindy, we gotta go. Sketchy trashed something. Sorry Mr. Sanders, bye." She said before leaving.
" Bye!" Cindy yelled as he waved.
" Logan Cale, huh?" He muttered to himself.
" Come here princess, daddy wants to show you something." Logan called out to Dylan.
Just then there was a knock on the door and he almost tripped over Dylan, who clung to his leg giggling.
" Let's see who it is sweetie." He said taking her in to his arms and kissing her cheek.
He opened the door and found an old man with gray hair and eyes much like his.
" What can I do for you?" He asked politely.
" Are you Logan Cale?" The man asked.
" Yes."
" Can I come in? I have to talk to you about Max." all alarms went off in Logan's brain upon hearing her name and he let him in.
H walked him to the couch and offered him a seat; he declined the beverage and chose to go straight to the point.
" Listen, I'm sure that Max might've talked to you about me. She delivered something to me yesterday and I rewarded her kindly." Logan knew who the man was already.
" You're Mr. Sanders, right?"
" That's my new identification. My real name is James Thomas Sandeman." The man said with a blank expression, leaving Logan with an open mouth.
" Oh…God!" Was all he could say.
Like it so far? This is one of the mysteries, there's a couple more to come. This ain't over till I say so, anyways, review please.
Health update: I actually fell from my wheelchair. I was trying to get something and somehow the damn thing tipped off making end on my broken ribs. My mom took me back to the hospital where they ran more tests, fortunately nothing else happened, and they changed my bandage and sent me home with painkillers. I'm telling you it hurts like a bitch! Anyway, it wasn't so bad 'cause I saw Justine again, she's doing worse everyday but she's hanging on.
I beg you to pray for her and all the other children in the world that have cancer. Thanks.
Chapter 3: Father?
After Max got to Jam Pony she explained everything to Original Cindy, who was visibly surprised and happy.
" Damn! Original Cindy never thought she'd see the day when her boo had a kid." Max chuckled at her friend's exclamation.
" Yeah, well I never thought I'd be with Logan again and look how that turned out." She said with a grin.
" Original Cindy says that if a man accepts keeping a kid he's just met to keep his woman happy, he deserves lots of booty. You thanked him properly?" At Cindy's obvious insinuation Max turned all shades of red and Cindy laughed. " I think that's a yes."
" I'm really sorry for interrupting your interesting conversation just because there's work to do." They didn't even hear Normal approaching them until he had spoken. " Here, earn your pay." He handed Max a package.
" Ooh goody, sector seven, my favorite. You're so kind to me Normal, how should I ever thank you?" She said using her sarcasm.
" Getting the hell outta here and bringing me a signature would be nice." He said getting behind his desk again.
" Yeah right, I'll tell you what would be nice, my foot up your ass." She muttered as she walked out.
" Hey, I heard that!" He yelled at her.
" Whatever!" She yelled back.
When Max reached sector four she sighed heavily, she hated it because of the riots that always happened there. When she reached the house she tied her bike and went up to the porch and knocked the door. It was a white house; quite pretty if you took a good look at the place it was located in.
Finally the door opened revealing a tall man who looked quite familiar. He seemed of seventy years or so, gray hair and piercing blue eyes. He stared at her in awe, as he'd seen a ghost.
" Jam Pony delivery." She said and shifted her weight to the other leg, feeling incredibly uncomfortable under his gaze.
" I've been waiting for you." He said in a nervous tone. " Come in please." Max looked at him confused.
" I'm sorry sir but I've got work to do. All I need is a signature and I'll be off." The man opened the door even more.
" Please, it'll only be for a few minutes. I've got something for you." He insisted and disappeared inside before Max could reply.
She thought that it was strange but if he got kinky, she'd kick his ass and leave. She entered the house and closed the door. The house was actually even prettier on the inside, decorated in pastel colors and fine things.
" Take a seat please, I'll be out in a moment." She heard him say and she sat on a light brown couch. She looked at the walls; there were pictures of children everywhere.
" Life must be hard for you, isn't it?" He asked moving from one place to another in the other room.
" Yeah. A bike messenger doesn't have it that easy." She replied uncomfortably. " Listen Mr..."
" Sanders. Tom Sanders." He said coming out of the room as Max rose.
" Mr. Sanders, I really have to go or my boss will fire me." He smiled at her in a compassionate manner.
" He doesn't know what he has." He searched his pockets and retrieved a 100-dollar bill. " Here, this is for you." He handed it to her.
" I can't take this, we aren't allowed to take tips from the clients." She said giving them back.
" Please, I know that Jam Pony isn't enough to pay all the bills." He said knowingly. She put it in her pocket and turned for the door.
" Thanks." She muttered and was opening the door when he spoke.
" You're so beautiful." He stated and she froze. She turned around and closed the door.
" Now I get the picture, you're just an apparently nice, old guy who uses the Jam Pony delivery service to meet young girls. You invite them into your house and give them money so they have to have sex with you. Well, here's your money, I ain't no ho and even if I were one, I'd have to be high or drunk to sleep wit' your skinny, senile ass!" She said throwing him the money and walking to the door.
" Please, that's not what I meant. I had a daughter like you." At this Max froze again, she slowly turned a little embarrassed of accusing him of anything.
" You had a daughter. What happened to her?" She asked softly, the old man's eyes watered and she recognized her mistake. " I'm sorry, I shouldn't have accused you like that. You don't need to explain anything to me."
" But I want to, it's been a long time since I talked with someone who actually wanted to listen." He sat on the couch and made room for her.
She was about to decline, leave before Normal fired her but she couldn't. There was something so familiar about this man and after all, she was the one who got him all worked up. So she sat next to him.
" I had to leave them. Both my kids, circumstances of life that I couldn't control." He said in a sad whisper.
" Both?" She asked gently.
" Yes. My big boy, he was my first-born, so good to me. And my baby, my special little girl." Max felt a shiver run down her spine, where had she heard that before. ' Special little girl?'
" I didn't want to go, they forced me to. And I left my kids, but I've never stopped thinking about them or loving them." There tears streaming down his face. " I'm sorry, you must go."
" Don't be sorry, I understand what being lonely means. Thanks for sharing this with me Mr. Sanders." She got up and walked to the door.
" Wait! I still don't know your name and you need your signature."
" Max." She replied giving him the sheet so he could sign.
" Max, that's a beautiful name. Here, take this." He gave her the bill and this time she took it.
" Thanks. Bye Mr. Sanders." And with that she left.
All the way back, Max thought about her weird encounter with Mr. Sanders. There was something too familiar in that man, though she couldn't put her finger on it. When she finally got back Normal's voice interrupted her thoughts.
" Max! Where the fire truck where you?" He hollered.
" Shut up. Here's your signature."
" You'll learn to respect me some day missy." He said but she had walked away.
She found Original Cindy and told her about the weird incident.
" Don't worry boo, you just betta take me to meet my new niece." She said gaining a smile from Max.
On their lunch hour they pedaled all the way to Foggle Towers, chatting their way up to the penthouse. Max opened the door and let Cindy in.
" Honey, I'm home!" She called out and Cindy gave her a look.
" Wow boo, you've really changed." Max laughed whole-heartedly. And then Logan came out of the office dragging Dylan, who was clinging tightly to his leg.
" Hey precious, hey Cindy." He said kissing Max and Cindy's cheek.
" Hey there boy toy, how's it hangin'? Lemme see the lil' rug rat. Hey there, I'm your auntie Cindy." She said softly.
Dylan slowly detangled herself from Logan's leg and stood rigidly by his side. Max smiled at the child's attitude and picked her in her arms.
" Come 'ere sweetie. This is your auntie Cindy, she's mommy's best friend and she came to meet you." Dylan smiled shyly and stretched her arms to Cindy.
" Hello auntie Cindy." She said in her soft whisper of a voice.
" Hey baby boo. How's it goin'?" Dylan looked at Max and she nodded.
" Tell auntie Cindy what you were doing just now." Logan chipped in.
" I make pasghetti fo' lunch. Mommy's favorite, Dylan's favorite too." She said softly, Cindy had to get closer to actually hear what she was saying.
" Does she always talk like this?" She inquired.
" Yeah. It's probably because her mother didn't want her near, defense mechanism. She talked in a whisper so she wouldn't hear her, therefore guarding herself from a beating." Logan explained matter-of-factly.
Dylan grimaced and Max noticed it, she took her in her arms and hugged her tightly.
" But now that she's here, she can do whatever she wants. You hear that baby?" Dylan smiled shyly.
" Yes mommy." She replied obediently.
" Anyone hungry?" Logan asked gaining stern looks from the three females in the room.
" Please tell me that's a rhetorical question." Max burst out and they all laughed.
After yet another Cale culinary miracle, Cindy and Max headed back to Jam Pony, leaving Logan to tend to Dylan and the heap of dirty plates in the sink.
After delivering her last package she grabbed her bike and peddled towards Foggle Towers. It had been long hours after that strange incident with Mr. Sanders but she still couldn't shake off the weird feeling. Finally home, she rode the elevator and then opened the door to the penthouse.
" Honey, I'm home!" She yelled and laughed at herself, she loved doing that.
" Mommy!" Dylan shrieked and ran towards her. She was clad in her new teddy bear pajamas. She jumped in to her arms happily.
" Hey baby, miss me much? Million kisses." She said laughing when Dylan started depositing sweet kisses all over her face.
Logan who had been witnessing the scene unfolding chuckled happily to himself, and why not, after all he was the happiest man alive. With Max by his side he knew he could do anything, and now little Dylan had come to make them happier.
" Come daddy!" His thought were interrupted by Dylan's shriek.
" Yes ma'am." He teased and walked towards them. He enveloped Max in a bear hug taking Dylan with them.
" Now this is what I call a good welcome." Max teased gaining kisses from Logan and Dylan.
" You know you're always welcome here baby." Logan said between kisses. Max chuckled and her stomach chose that time to make itself noticed.
" I'd love to stay here all day but I'm really hungry. And if you don't feed me right away I might just eat this appetizing little girl here." She said tickling Dylan's soft belly making her giggle with delight.
Finally, a loooong while later, when Dylan was sleeping peacefully in her room and Max and Logan were resting from the exertion their love-making had left, she started to think.
She still couldn't forget about Mr. Sanders, there was something she didn't get from him, but it was definitely familiar. Maybe it was his voice, the way he had called his daughter, his ' special little girl' or maybe she was nuts. She turned uncomfortably to her side and Logan noticed.
" Baby what's wrong? You've been moving way too much tonight. I know you don't sleep that much, but you usually sleep some after…our little game earlier." Max turned back to him and stared.
" I can't sleep, that's all." She lied but he could read past it.
" There's something on your mind, you have two options. You can tell me what is it or…I can tickle it out of you." He said launching tickling hands on her extremely ticklish abdomen.
" Ok…ok…I'll…tell…you." She managed to choke out between laughs.
" Spill." He said sitting by her side.
" Well, I don't know if I should be worrying exactly, I mean, it isn't all that." She started.
" Max, just tell me what's bothering you." He urged her again, she sighed.
" Fine. This morning I delivered a package; it was in sector seven in a pretty looking house. This old man opens the door and says that he's been waiting for me; I automatically assume that he's referring to the package but he isn't. I tell him that he has to sign my sheet and instead he invites me in to his house."
Logan was starting to get uncomfortable, he trusted Max and he knew that she could take care of herself, but he still didn't hesitate in getting worried and a little jealous when a stranger asks his woman in to his house.
" Anyways, I went in and it was pretty nice, lots of pictures of kids of all sizes. He leaves me waiting and starts asking about my work, how hard it is for a bike messenger. Then he comes out and he hands me a 100-dollar bill, I automatically refuse but he insists so I take it. Then when I was leaving he told me how beautiful I was and that set me off." Max could remember the tone he used when he told her that, she should've noticed the fatherly pride in his words.
" What happened?" He asked anxious to know everything.
" I thought he was trying to buy some sex, so I told him off. Instead he gets all mushy and says that I reminded him of his daughter. I felt guilty so I heard his story, he said he had to leave his first born, his big boy and his special little girl. He said he didn't want to, that they forced him to do so."
" They who?"
" I don't know, he didn't tell me. Afterwards I got my signature and left but it's been eating through my brain all day. There's something familiar in that man, I still don't know what it is, but I know it's there."
" Just forget it honey. It's probably nothing."
" You're right, sorry I kept you awake." She said hugging him.
" It's ok baby, you know I got your back any time." He said kissing her goodnight and they both fell asleep cuddled together.
The next day everything was normal, Max went to work while Logan did some Eyes Only work and took care of Dylan. He had called some interior decorators to turn the guestroom in to a kiddy's room, to surprise Max.
On their lunch break Max and Cindy decided to go to a small café nearby. Once they were seated they ordered and started talking.
"…so what'cha think boo? Boo?" Max's attention had turned to the man sitting across them. It was Tom Sanders.
" What?" She muttered.
" What are you lookin' at?" Cindy turned to the direction Max was looking and saw the old man. " Don't tell me you're in heat again?"
" No. That's him Cindy, Mr. Sanders."
" Well, invite him over." Cindy suggested shamelessly.
" No! Are you nuts."
" No, you are gonna drive Original Cindy nuts." She turned to the man again and yelled. " Yo Sanders, come 'ere please!"
The man saw them and smiled, he approached them shyly.
" Hi Max, so nice to see you again." He said politely.
" Yeah. This is my friend Cindy." He smiled at Cindy.
" Hi, Tom Sanders." He extended his hand and she shook it.
" Nice to meet ya. Come sit with us." She motioned to the empty chair and he awkwardly took it.
" So…oh excuse me." Max's pager went off and she walked over to the payphone.
" So, is Max happy?" He asked catching Cindy off guard.
" Excuse me?"
" Is she happy? How's her life?" He asked again with more urgency.
Cindy thought it was strange but quickly dismissed the thought. " Well, she lives with her boy Logan Cale, which she adores and now she got a lil' rug rat."
" Oh." Was all he could say because Max returned.
" Cindy, we gotta go. Sketchy trashed something. Sorry Mr. Sanders, bye." She said before leaving.
" Bye!" Cindy yelled as he waved.
" Logan Cale, huh?" He muttered to himself.
" Come here princess, daddy wants to show you something." Logan called out to Dylan.
Just then there was a knock on the door and he almost tripped over Dylan, who clung to his leg giggling.
" Let's see who it is sweetie." He said taking her in to his arms and kissing her cheek.
He opened the door and found an old man with gray hair and eyes much like his.
" What can I do for you?" He asked politely.
" Are you Logan Cale?" The man asked.
" Yes."
" Can I come in? I have to talk to you about Max." all alarms went off in Logan's brain upon hearing her name and he let him in.
H walked him to the couch and offered him a seat; he declined the beverage and chose to go straight to the point.
" Listen, I'm sure that Max might've talked to you about me. She delivered something to me yesterday and I rewarded her kindly." Logan knew who the man was already.
" You're Mr. Sanders, right?"
" That's my new identification. My real name is James Thomas Sandeman." The man said with a blank expression, leaving Logan with an open mouth.
" Oh…God!" Was all he could say.
Like it so far? This is one of the mysteries, there's a couple more to come. This ain't over till I say so, anyways, review please.
Health update: I actually fell from my wheelchair. I was trying to get something and somehow the damn thing tipped off making end on my broken ribs. My mom took me back to the hospital where they ran more tests, fortunately nothing else happened, and they changed my bandage and sent me home with painkillers. I'm telling you it hurts like a bitch! Anyway, it wasn't so bad 'cause I saw Justine again, she's doing worse everyday but she's hanging on.
I beg you to pray for her and all the other children in the world that have cancer. Thanks.