My Life Closed Twice
Chapter 10: Don't Drink the Water
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!
It took me less time to remember where I was when I woke up. When I got downstairs Ms. Spencer told me that everyone had already left. Marcus had come home to change and eat before heading back to the station. Mr. Spencer had taken my mother down to the station so she could see what progress had been made. That left just the twins, Ms. Spencer, and me.
After breakfast I offered to take the twins over to the park. The twins kept up a steady stream of conversation as silly as any Mr. Spencer had produced the entire way to the park. Once we were there I was required to take each twin down the slide more than a dozen times. After this marathon performance I encouraged the twins to play in the sandbox. I sat on the edge of the sandbox and helped them only when requested.
They were halfway through making a castle, all right it was a hill with a trench around it but they are only three, when we were approached. The woman looked like she belonged in alimony weekly. The fancy cane she had was her only admittance to the fact that she had to be at least 75. She was dressed to the nines, still dyed her hair blond, and probably had enough plastic in her to ensure she was no longer biodegradable.
"Well, are you not a little young to be a nanny?" she said.
"No, I am a little old to be a teenage mother," I said sweetly.
"How droll," she said. She was still heading for the three of us.
I moved myself directly in her path. The twins had been exposed to a fair number of this city's crazy population lately. There was no reason to add the snobs to the list.
"Are you lost?" I asked.
She smirked at me. "No, I just wanted to spend some time with my great- grandchildren."
Is there anyone sane in this city? I needed to make sure that we all drank bottled water from now on. "The playscape is right over there," I pointed out helpfully.
"You are dismissed," she said.
We definitely needed to stay away from the tap water. I didn't move.
She looked at me for a moment and then said, "You are no longer needed. My great-grandchildren and I need to spend some time together."
Well my diplomatic skills had just run out. "These are my cousins and there is no way the could be your great-grandchildren. Our great- grandmother was the famous opera singer Kristin Bergmann and she has been gone a long time. Why don't you pick out some other nice kids to harass?" I said.
Ok maybe I went a little too far. Still, the twins and I were losing family at an alarming rate. I may not be able to keep the live ones around, but I could at least keep the dead ones.
I must admit though, I had never seen a person turn red before. "How dare you even suggest.that whore was not fit.that Stavros' blood was at all connected with.impudent girl! Do you know what I could do to you?" she sputtered.
"Hey Kristina," Michael called.
"Good morrow Michael," I answered.
By the time Michael reached my side the woman had her society face back in place. However, her eyes still shown with hate.
She firmly re-settled her cane, which I hadn't even realized she had raised, back on the ground. "We will continue your family education later," she said. Then she turned around and strode away, her cane making an angry thump even on the grass.
"Who was that?" Michael asked.
"Crazy citizen number 26 and a half," I said.
"I don't even get a straight answer for rescuing you from a dragon?" He queried.
I looked at him for a minute. The smile was back. I turned toward the twins. Then continued around in a circle to kick his legs out from under him. When he was flat on the ground I stood over him and said, "I think I can beat up one little old lady, Spencer."
I turned back to pick-up Leslie and said over my shoulder, "Just some stranger claiming to be my grandmother."
He had gotten off the ground by the time I turned back around. "Pick-up Mark and lets go back to your grandmother's." I ordered.
"Say please," he said as he started toward Mark.
"Please. Now don't dawdle," I said. Every dog needs a bone.
When we got back to the brownstone I led Michael around back and asked him to watch the twins. I needed some answers and I wouldn't get them with the twins around. Michael realized that something was going on and distracted the twins as I made my escape.
I didn't see anyone in the kitchen, but I could hear Mr. Spencer in the living room. I headed into the living room to find Mom and Mr. Spencer.
"The keystone cops may be doing all they can Natasha. However, that isn't going to be enough." He was saying as I entered the room.
"Enough for what?" I asked.
"Enough to tie their own shoelaces," he responded. "How was the park mini- Natasha?"
"I got exposed to the high society crazies. It was a nice change from you," I said.
"I am eccentric. Which of our fair citizens did you dispose of today?" he asked.
"I never caught her name. Just an old blond with more plastic in her then in her wallet who tried to convince me she was my grandmother," I said.
I had both of their attention now. "What did she want?" Mr. Spencer asked.
"Just to see her great-grandchildren," I said.
Mr. Spencer shot my Mom a look. Mom was on the edge of her seat by this time and more nervous that I had seen her since the night Dad died.
"What did you tell her?" Mr. Spencer continued.
"That Kristin Bergmann was long gone and she better try a different story," I reported.
I have never seen anyone laugh as hard as Mr. Spencer did.
Chapter 10: Don't Drink the Water
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!
It took me less time to remember where I was when I woke up. When I got downstairs Ms. Spencer told me that everyone had already left. Marcus had come home to change and eat before heading back to the station. Mr. Spencer had taken my mother down to the station so she could see what progress had been made. That left just the twins, Ms. Spencer, and me.
After breakfast I offered to take the twins over to the park. The twins kept up a steady stream of conversation as silly as any Mr. Spencer had produced the entire way to the park. Once we were there I was required to take each twin down the slide more than a dozen times. After this marathon performance I encouraged the twins to play in the sandbox. I sat on the edge of the sandbox and helped them only when requested.
They were halfway through making a castle, all right it was a hill with a trench around it but they are only three, when we were approached. The woman looked like she belonged in alimony weekly. The fancy cane she had was her only admittance to the fact that she had to be at least 75. She was dressed to the nines, still dyed her hair blond, and probably had enough plastic in her to ensure she was no longer biodegradable.
"Well, are you not a little young to be a nanny?" she said.
"No, I am a little old to be a teenage mother," I said sweetly.
"How droll," she said. She was still heading for the three of us.
I moved myself directly in her path. The twins had been exposed to a fair number of this city's crazy population lately. There was no reason to add the snobs to the list.
"Are you lost?" I asked.
She smirked at me. "No, I just wanted to spend some time with my great- grandchildren."
Is there anyone sane in this city? I needed to make sure that we all drank bottled water from now on. "The playscape is right over there," I pointed out helpfully.
"You are dismissed," she said.
We definitely needed to stay away from the tap water. I didn't move.
She looked at me for a moment and then said, "You are no longer needed. My great-grandchildren and I need to spend some time together."
Well my diplomatic skills had just run out. "These are my cousins and there is no way the could be your great-grandchildren. Our great- grandmother was the famous opera singer Kristin Bergmann and she has been gone a long time. Why don't you pick out some other nice kids to harass?" I said.
Ok maybe I went a little too far. Still, the twins and I were losing family at an alarming rate. I may not be able to keep the live ones around, but I could at least keep the dead ones.
I must admit though, I had never seen a person turn red before. "How dare you even suggest.that whore was not fit.that Stavros' blood was at all connected with.impudent girl! Do you know what I could do to you?" she sputtered.
"Hey Kristina," Michael called.
"Good morrow Michael," I answered.
By the time Michael reached my side the woman had her society face back in place. However, her eyes still shown with hate.
She firmly re-settled her cane, which I hadn't even realized she had raised, back on the ground. "We will continue your family education later," she said. Then she turned around and strode away, her cane making an angry thump even on the grass.
"Who was that?" Michael asked.
"Crazy citizen number 26 and a half," I said.
"I don't even get a straight answer for rescuing you from a dragon?" He queried.
I looked at him for a minute. The smile was back. I turned toward the twins. Then continued around in a circle to kick his legs out from under him. When he was flat on the ground I stood over him and said, "I think I can beat up one little old lady, Spencer."
I turned back to pick-up Leslie and said over my shoulder, "Just some stranger claiming to be my grandmother."
He had gotten off the ground by the time I turned back around. "Pick-up Mark and lets go back to your grandmother's." I ordered.
"Say please," he said as he started toward Mark.
"Please. Now don't dawdle," I said. Every dog needs a bone.
When we got back to the brownstone I led Michael around back and asked him to watch the twins. I needed some answers and I wouldn't get them with the twins around. Michael realized that something was going on and distracted the twins as I made my escape.
I didn't see anyone in the kitchen, but I could hear Mr. Spencer in the living room. I headed into the living room to find Mom and Mr. Spencer.
"The keystone cops may be doing all they can Natasha. However, that isn't going to be enough." He was saying as I entered the room.
"Enough for what?" I asked.
"Enough to tie their own shoelaces," he responded. "How was the park mini- Natasha?"
"I got exposed to the high society crazies. It was a nice change from you," I said.
"I am eccentric. Which of our fair citizens did you dispose of today?" he asked.
"I never caught her name. Just an old blond with more plastic in her then in her wallet who tried to convince me she was my grandmother," I said.
I had both of their attention now. "What did she want?" Mr. Spencer asked.
"Just to see her great-grandchildren," I said.
Mr. Spencer shot my Mom a look. Mom was on the edge of her seat by this time and more nervous that I had seen her since the night Dad died.
"What did you tell her?" Mr. Spencer continued.
"That Kristin Bergmann was long gone and she better try a different story," I reported.
I have never seen anyone laugh as hard as Mr. Spencer did.