My Life Closed Twice
Chapter 6: My Kingdom for an Australian
Disclaimer: General Hospital and all its characters belong to ABC, Disney, etc.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my faithful beta reader. Please read and review!
After lunch, the twins went down for a 'rest' (you don't say nap to the twins) and Mr. Baldwin left to take care of 'real work'. Taggert called to let Ms. Spencer know he was going to be later then he had thought. I got to talk to him for a minute, but I don't think he was paying attention to me. Still it did give me some comfort to have someone else confirm the story I had gotten.
Ms. Spencer needed to pick something up from Kelly's (apparently a business she owned with Mr. Spencer) and asked if I wanted to tag along. I figured that of the people I had met so far she was the one I was most likely to get some sensible information from so I agreed.
On the ride there I was able to find out that Mr. Spencer was her brother, not her husband, that both Spencers and Mr. Baldwin had known both of my parents when they lived in Port Charles, and that Ms. Spencer was a nurse at General Hospital were she knew my Uncle Alan and Aunt Monica. We were just getting to the front door of Kelly's when a guy a little older than me called out a greeting.
"Hi Grandma. How's it going?" he asked.
"Michael. Things are fine. I haven't seen you around lately. How is the summer job?" Ms. Spencer replied.
Michael shrugged, "Its ok. I just wish Dad had let me work down at the warehouse. I am sick of spending my summer in an office."
"Michael is working down in records at GH this summer," Ms. Spencer explained. "Michael this is Kristina. She and her mother are staying with me for a while."
Michael and I did the dutiful shake hands thing. Ms. Spencer suggested we grab an outside table while she went in to pickup the books and got us some drinks.
Once we were seated Michael started the conversational ball rolling, "So you new around here?"
I shrugged, "Yes."
"You gonna rent Grandma's empty apartment?" he tried again.
"Possibly," I answered.
He just looked at me for a moment. I wasn't really trying to be rude. Michael seemed nice and normal enough, but I had met his family. Also, I didn't know what was going on and who to trust.
Then he tried a different tactic. Smiling a smile I was sure had gotten him out of a lot of trouble in the past he asked, "Is it just me, or do you dislike everyone?"
I knew he meant to throw me off guard, cause me to assure him I liked him fine and pour out my whole story to him. He hadn't met a Cassadine woman yet. "I dislike everyone," I assured him.
That stopped him for a moment. I kept shooting glances at the door to the restaurant hoping I wouldn't have to make small talk for much longer.
"How can you dislike everyone?" he asked.
"Practice," I responded.
Then the door opened and the most beautiful sight appeared. Finally, for the first time since I hit Mr. Spencer with that vase, I saw someone I knew. He was speaking over his shoulder at someone still inside. I couldn't wait for him to notice me so I did something I hadn't done since I was 7 (and something many of my friends had envied me ever having done at all). Without a backward glance at my companion I raced across the patio and tackled my godfather.
"What the heck," he said in his beautiful Australian accent.
I didn't let go, "Jax I have never been so glad to see anyone in my entire life."
Chapter 6: My Kingdom for an Australian
Disclaimer: General Hospital and all its characters belong to ABC, Disney, etc.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my faithful beta reader. Please read and review!
After lunch, the twins went down for a 'rest' (you don't say nap to the twins) and Mr. Baldwin left to take care of 'real work'. Taggert called to let Ms. Spencer know he was going to be later then he had thought. I got to talk to him for a minute, but I don't think he was paying attention to me. Still it did give me some comfort to have someone else confirm the story I had gotten.
Ms. Spencer needed to pick something up from Kelly's (apparently a business she owned with Mr. Spencer) and asked if I wanted to tag along. I figured that of the people I had met so far she was the one I was most likely to get some sensible information from so I agreed.
On the ride there I was able to find out that Mr. Spencer was her brother, not her husband, that both Spencers and Mr. Baldwin had known both of my parents when they lived in Port Charles, and that Ms. Spencer was a nurse at General Hospital were she knew my Uncle Alan and Aunt Monica. We were just getting to the front door of Kelly's when a guy a little older than me called out a greeting.
"Hi Grandma. How's it going?" he asked.
"Michael. Things are fine. I haven't seen you around lately. How is the summer job?" Ms. Spencer replied.
Michael shrugged, "Its ok. I just wish Dad had let me work down at the warehouse. I am sick of spending my summer in an office."
"Michael is working down in records at GH this summer," Ms. Spencer explained. "Michael this is Kristina. She and her mother are staying with me for a while."
Michael and I did the dutiful shake hands thing. Ms. Spencer suggested we grab an outside table while she went in to pickup the books and got us some drinks.
Once we were seated Michael started the conversational ball rolling, "So you new around here?"
I shrugged, "Yes."
"You gonna rent Grandma's empty apartment?" he tried again.
"Possibly," I answered.
He just looked at me for a moment. I wasn't really trying to be rude. Michael seemed nice and normal enough, but I had met his family. Also, I didn't know what was going on and who to trust.
Then he tried a different tactic. Smiling a smile I was sure had gotten him out of a lot of trouble in the past he asked, "Is it just me, or do you dislike everyone?"
I knew he meant to throw me off guard, cause me to assure him I liked him fine and pour out my whole story to him. He hadn't met a Cassadine woman yet. "I dislike everyone," I assured him.
That stopped him for a moment. I kept shooting glances at the door to the restaurant hoping I wouldn't have to make small talk for much longer.
"How can you dislike everyone?" he asked.
"Practice," I responded.
Then the door opened and the most beautiful sight appeared. Finally, for the first time since I hit Mr. Spencer with that vase, I saw someone I knew. He was speaking over his shoulder at someone still inside. I couldn't wait for him to notice me so I did something I hadn't done since I was 7 (and something many of my friends had envied me ever having done at all). Without a backward glance at my companion I raced across the patio and tackled my godfather.
"What the heck," he said in his beautiful Australian accent.
I didn't let go, "Jax I have never been so glad to see anyone in my entire life."