Chapter 8
It started late Thursday afternoon, after a pre-trial hearing that went on far longer than expected which led to Matt almost being late to pick up Gracie from school, the beginning of the throbbing ache in his head which usually signaled an oncoming migraine. Matt even sucked it up and popped some ibuprofen to try and ward off the impending misery but it wasn't helping yet. It was affecting his focus enough where he turned off his Braille reader and just went to audio to try to finish going over his notes for their upcoming case.
Gracie watched her Daddy's fingers stop moving on his computer and move to holding his head in his hands. She got up from her small table with her stuffed lion and walked over to Matt, tapping his arm before crawling up into his lap. "Daddy okay?" she asked quietly.
Matt wrapped one arm around his daughter as he kissed the top of her head. "My head hurts a bit but I'll be okay," he said trying to reassure her as he restarted his text reader again since was having a hard time focusing.
By the time he played the same section for the third time in a row, Gracie wiggled herself free. "I be back," she proclaimed as she walked out of Matt's office and right into Uncle Foggy's. "Uncle Foggy?"
Foggy looked up from his computer at the sound of Gracie's voice. She often walked around the office to say hi but something stuck out in her voice. "What's up, kiddo?"
"Daddy's head hurts," Gracie declared.
Foggy couldn't see Matt from where he was in his office buy if Gracie was coming to get him, it couldn't be good. "Give me a minute and we'll head home. Can you go get your backpack together and keep your dad company for just a bit?"
Gracie nodded and rushed back to Matt's office.
By the time Foggy had gotten there, Matt had turned off his computer, having given up on trying to work, and was back to holding his head with his eyes closed as he held on to Gracie with his other arm while she hugged him. Foggy gathered Matt's things along with his own before tapping Matt gently on the shoulder, telling him it was time to go home.
When they got back to the apartment, Matt took off his jacket, shoes and tie, trying to toss them on the chair but missed, and collapsed on the couch, throwing his arm over his eyes after setting his glasses on the table.
Foggy picked up the discarded articles from the floor and brought them to Matt's room. This was going to be a bad one. "Where are we at pain levels wise?" he asked softly.
Matt sighed as he thought about it for a minute. He held up six fingers and then seven followed by his thumb pointing up.
"So, we're looking at a six or seven and climbing?" Foggy asked. He and Matt had come up with these shorthand signals in college when migraines hit and he wasn't up for talking.
Matt gave Foggy a thumbs up before trying to curl more into the couch.
"Are you hungry at all?" Foggy asked as he perused the kitchen for what food he could make that wouldn't potentially make Matt sick to his stomach.
A quick thumbs down.
Foggy sighed as he draped the blanket on the back of the couch over Matt. Thumbs down to that question meant that Matt was already getting queasy and cooking anything could set him off. Foggy and Gracie still had to eat and he wasn't too keen on leaving Matt alone. "I have an idea, kiddo. How about we call Aunt Karen and we do a picnic on the roof for dinner while we let your dad rest?"
Gracie looked up from where she was quietly playing in the corner. "What about Daddy?"
"We'll get something to set aside for Daddy to eat when he's ready," Foggy reassured her as he pulled out his phone to call Karen. "Get your coat," he added as he waited for Karen to pick up.
"Hey Foggy. What's up?"
"Oh, not much. Gracie and I are wondering if you would like to join us for a rooftop picnic this evening?"
Karen paused before answering. "Where's Matt?" she asked cautiously.
"Currently, sacked out on the couch with the beginning stages of a migraine. I'm trying to minimize disturbances as much as possible."
"Why isn't he in bed, Foggy?"
"He didn't make it that far," Foggy said sadly. "Once he laid down on the couch, he was done for. I don't have the heart to wake him when he feels this bad. Migraines aren't something he can control. Hopefully, he'll sleep it off and be fine tomorrow."
"I'll be right over and I'll bring dinner. Any requests?"
"Not really. Just be as quiet as you can when you go through the apartment. Gracie and I will be on the roof."
It wasn't long after when Karen showed up at Matt and Foggy's with soup, chili and fresh bread. She let herself into the darkened apartment. The light from that garish billboard gave off enough illumination for her to make it across the room. As she passed the couch, she looked sympathetically over at Matt. He was curled up under his blanket, facing the back of the couch. His breathing wasn't as relaxed as it could be, instead it was coming in short pants as he slept but at least he was sleeping.
Karen made her way up to the roof where Foggy and Gracie were waiting at the table they had set up. "What should we save for Matt?" she asked as she took the food out.
"Save some of the soup for him. Sometimes his stomach's a bit off after these," Foggy explained.
"Daddy gonna be okay?" Gracie asked worriedly.
"He will be, kiddo. He just needs to take it easy for a bit," Foggy tried to reassure her. "Meanwhile, you get to hang with Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen."
"How are we handling tomorrow?" Karen asked. "If he wakes up and it isn't gone?"
Foggy ran his schedule through his head and cursed under his breath. "I've got that meeting with the judge at eight that I can't reschedule. I can't bring Gracie to school."
"I'm gonna miss school?" Gracie looked close to tears at that realization. "We having Halloween party."
"Oh no, pretty girl. I'll bring you to school. You won't miss your party," Karen said.
Gracie's lip started to quiver and fat tears rolled down her cheeks.
Foggy was quick to pick Gracie up to give her a hug as she buried her face in his shoulder. "What's wrong? Talk to me, kiddo."
Gracie mumbled something but Foggy had to make sure he heard it right. "Daddy was supposed to come to the party too?" he asked to which he received a little head nod. Foggy looked over to Karen as he rubbed Gracie's back.
"Would you like it if I go to the party with you?" Karen offered. "I know I'm not Daddy but I'd be happy to go."
Gracie looked up from Foggy over to Karen and nodded before climbing over to Karen's lap. Karen hugged her tight as she snuggled in. "We got this, Gracie. It will be all done soon enough."
After dinner was done, Gracie was getting tired and making herself real comfortable on Foggy. Karen suggested that they try to put her to bed. Most of the time, Matt put Gracie to bed. The only times that Foggy or Karen did was when Matt was out as Daredevil and then Gracie always tried to stay up until he got home but usually only lasted an hour. Foggy agreed, especially with how sleepy she was on his shoulder, but he stopped on the foot of the stairs when he saw the couch empty.
"Where did Matt go? He was in no condition to go anywhere," Foggy said as he turned on the light.
"Foggy, calm down. There's a reasonable explanation," Karen tried as she scanned the room. The front door was still locked. The bathroom door was open as was his bedroom door. Karen peeked in through the shadows of his room and sighed. His shirt and pants were on the floor and Matt was in bed, curled up on himself on top of his blankets but asleep. "Maybe we should put Gracie in your room tonight?"
"No no no. I stay with Daddy," Gracie protested tiredly. "I quiet."
Karen wanted to object but Foggy gave her a look not to. It would be pointless to fight it. He just passed her over to Karen. "Get her ready for bed. I'll get Matt more comfortable."
Karen took Gracie's pajamas from Foggy. "Let's get your jammies on and brush your teeth, pretty girl."
Foggy took one look at a passed-out Matt and figured he mustered enough energy to move from the couch to the bed and that was it. Foggy tried to pull down the one side of the blankets that was already moved but was met with little success and a pained groan from Matt. He debated just grabbing the blanket from the couch but he knew that Matt slept better under the silk sheets he loves. "Trust me, buddy, I totally get you feel miserable but I'm just trying to help here," Foggy said gently, seeing if he could wake Matt up just enough for a little cooperation. "Matty, I just need you to move just a little bit so I can get your blanket out from under you or you're going to freeze during the night and that's going to make you cranky."
Matt groaned again as he shifted to his back before slipping back into oblivion.
That was just enough for Foggy. He moved the blanket just enough to cover Matt and then he added the one from the couch for good measure.
Karen walked in with a sleepy Gracie just as Foggy was practically tucking Matt in. It was obvious that this was not the first time that he has done this. She set Gracie down in her bed and tucked her in with her stuffed animals and wished her good night before she and Foggy ducked out.
"Are you going to need any help tonight?" Karen asked. "I can stay."
Foggy shook his head. "Not my first rodeo. I've done this before just as he has for me. It was real fun when we were both hungover."
"Foggy, think about this. Do you remember the last time Matt got hurt when he went out after Gracie?"
"You want my room?"
"Foggy, I can easily take the couch."
"But if shit goes sideways during the night..."
"You want to be there first. Fine, I'll take your room."
The morning started out calm enough after a luckily uneventful night. Matt was awake when Foggy got Gracie up but it was written all over his face how much he didn't want to be.
Foggy sent Gracie out to Karen before he helped Matt to sit up. The change in position made Matt's head swim through the ever-present throbbing. Foggy moved to get him standing and Matt held up a hand to tell him to wait.
"Better or worse, buddy?" Foggy asked as he tried to steady Matt.
Thumbs down.
"How much worse?"
Matt held up three fingers.
"So, we're at a ten? Is it just throbbing pain or have the spikes started coming in?"
Matt held up one finger.
"How's the stomach holding up?"
The look of anguish that Matt shot in Foggy's direction and the fact that he wasn't talking spoke volumes.
"Need help up?"
Matt nodded slightly, swallowing down any embarrassment as Foggy got his arm around his shoulders to pull him up from the bed. Foggy held firm as he swayed unsteadily and waited as Matt tried to center himself before helping him walk to the bathroom and then back to bed. By the time Foggy got Matt back in bed, Matt was pale and sweaty and trying to curl into his pillow to ease his throbbing head.
"Are you going to be alright here on your own today?" Foggy asked with great concern as he was mentally trying to reschedule his day.
Matt nodded. "I'm dizzy when I sit up. My head feels like I went fifteen rounds with my dad using it as a punching bag. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to sleep. I've been alone before."
"Doesn't mean you should be and it hasn't been this bad in a while," Foggy added as he set up a few things on Matt's nightstand. "Okay, give me your hand. Right here, the small bottle, that's the pain meds. Two every four to six hours. Cell phone, fully charged. Call me if things get worse and you need me. Back here, water, three bottles. On the floor, garbage can for worst case scenario," he explained as he moved Matt's hand to each item.
Matt thanked Foggy as he pulled his blankets back up. "Did Gracie leave for school yet?"
Foggy saw Karen in the kitchen as Gracie was finishing breakfast. "Not yet. I'll go get her." Foggy had feeling that Matt at least wanted to say goodbye for the day. "Hey kiddo, why don't you go give your dad a hug before school?"
Gracie looked up from her cereal at Uncle Foggy's suggestion and jumped down from her chair, practically dropping her spoon on the floor and knocking the bowl as she ran to see her Daddy with a big smile. Gracie crawled up the foot of Matt's bed and across the top of the blankets until she parked herself right on Matt's chest.
Matt wrapped his arms tightly around his daughter, tucking her head under his chin. "Can you send my apologies, please?" Matt asked softly in the direction of his door where Karen was.
"I'll do my best to be a suitable substitute," Karen assured him. Both she and Foggy knew how much Matt had been wanting to join Gracie for her classroom party and it was written all over his face how much this was killing him.
Matt kissed Gracie's head. "Have fun at school today. I want to hear about all of it when you get home."
Gracie nodded against Matt's chest. "Feel better, Daddy."
Matt exhaled shakily. "I love you, angel. I'll see you later. Aunt Karen's waiting."
Foggy handed Matt a tissue as Karen took Gracie out of the room. "Please call me if you need me. Except for the judge at eight, there's nothing I can't reschedule."
"I will. I promise," Matt responded. "You had better get moving unless you want to piss that judge off."
"I'll try to check in on you later. Try to sleep."
Matt managed to doze off for a bit once the apartment was empty but that relief was short lived when his migraine ramped up to the next level. Being ripped from sleep by the feeling of white-hot barbed pokers being shot through his eyes and shoved up into his brain left him bathed in sweat with tears in his eyes as he tried to catch his breath as he reached for the garbage can that Foggy left by his bed before his stomach rebelled. The spike lessened for a few moments before coming back with a vengeance. After the third spike within twenty minutes and the second time he threw up, Matt decided it was time to call Foggy no matter how much he didn't want to bother him. Matt fell back on his pillows and reached out for his phone, mumbling "Call Foggy."
The phone rang twice. "Matthew, this is an unexpected surprise," Maggie answered.
Matt was trying to focus as another pain spike ravaged his head. "Mom?" he asked confused.
Maggie heard the strain in her son's voice. "What's wrong, Matthew?" she asked full of concern.
"I thought I called Foggy," Matt replied breathlessly. "Migraine getting worse."
Maggie had a quick flashback to how many times she had sat with him during his years at St. Agnes with the same affliction. "Where are you, Matty?"
"Home. In bed."
Maggie sighed with relief that he was somewhere safe. "Are you there alone?"
"Yes. Foggy's at work. Karen took Gracie to school."
"When did everything start?"
Matt paused to try and breathe his way through another spike. "Headache started yesterday afternoon. The axe being jackhammered into my brain about half an hour ago."
"Have you gotten sick?"
"Unfortunately."
Maggie started to gather her things. Matthew was descending into hell quickly. "I'm coming over, kiddo. I'll be there as soon as I can."
Matt almost cried with relief. "Key to the door is behind the radiator."
It didn't take long for Maggie to get from the church to Matt's apartment. She let herself in and set her bag by the door before heading back to Matt's bedroom. She slid the door open to find Matt breathing hard in between pain spikes. Her boy was suffering so much. She sat down on the edge of his bed and gently ran her fingers through his sweaty hair. "We're going to get through this. I'll be right here."
Matt reached his hand out to take the one that wasn't in his hair to let her know that he heard her.
"Give me just a few moments to gather a few things and I'll be right back," Maggie whispered as she placed a kiss on Matt's head and then got to work. First, she got rid of the bag in the trash can that Matt had gotten sick in and layered a few new ones in its place. She went into the bathroom to get four washcloths. She ran each of them under cold water, put three in the freezer and took the fourth back to Matt, placing it on his forehead before she sat next to him in bed just as the next spike was starting. Taking one of his hands in hers while the other rubbed at the tension in his neck and back, Maggie spoke softly as Matt's face screwed up in pain. "Focus on me, kiddo. Breathe through it. Squeeze my hand if you need to. We've done this before."
Matt slowly started to relax again and snuggled closer to his mom, grateful for the comfort in between attacks.
That's how the next six hours went. With every pain spike, which were coming between three and ten minutes apart at first, Maggie held Matt while he screamed through the pain. She kept a cold cloth on his head and wiped the tears and sweat from his face. She held the garbage can when his stomach rebelled until there was nothing left in him. As the bursts started to spread out more, Maggie tried to coax Matt to take small sips of water but he was so exhausted. He would almost shut down to try to sleep only to be woken up again.
Foggy got home with Gracie around 5:30. He got his key out to open the door and found it already unlocked. He quickly reached behind the radiator and didn't find the hidden key. Every possible horrible thought went through his mind as he put Gracie behind him to walk in. The apartment was dark and quiet but that wasn't out of line. Nothing seemed directly out of place but something seemed off. "Matt? We're home," Foggy called out.
Maggie stepped out of Matt's bedroom and shushed Foggy as she closed the door behind her. "This is the longest he's slept all day. The last thing I'll have you do is wake him."
Foggy felt panic starting to churn in his stomach. "What are you doing here? Is Matt okay?" he stammered out.
"Matthew called me when he started to go downhill. He's had a rough day."
Foggy let out the breath he was holding. "I had told him to call me if things went south. I'm glad he got a hold of you when he couldn't reach me."
"He had tried to call you but his phone misdialed," Maggie admitted. "Franklin, may I have a word?"
"Gracie, go play while I talk to Grandma," Foggy said as he nudged Gracie over to her toys.
"Do you have a plan on how you're going to handle this tonight?" Maggie asked rather bluntly.
"This isn't the first time that I've taken care of Matt after a migraine. I did live with him all through law school," Foggy countered.
"I understand that but right now he can't even sit up without help. I've been sitting with him nearly the whole time since I arrived at ten. I can stay to help either with Matt or Gracie."
Foggy looked at Gracie playing in the corner with her dollhouse and then to Matt's closed door. Last night Karen had stayed to help out and it was easier. "I'd appreciate that. So what do you like for dinner?"
Matt slowly regained consciousness the next morning, almost reluctantly as he feared his head would still be splitting in two. When the crushing, persistent ache was gone as well as the horrific spikes, leaving only the echo of the migraine in its wake, Matt tentatively opened up his senses. When he had fallen asleep - well, passed out - his mom had been beside him, holding him and trying to comfort him through the seventh level of hell that he had found himself in. Now, he was on his stomach with his face half buried in his pillow. He groaned from stiffness as he rolled onto his back and tried to listen to who was actually in his apartment. It didn't take long to pick up one steady heartbeat...Foggy.
Foggy heard the groan come from Matt's room and nearly tripped over his own feet trying to get in there. He was happy to see Matt awake and mostly coherent. "Good morning, sunshine. How ya feeling, buddy?"
Matt smiled at Foggy's cheerfulness. "Better. There's still a little bit of a headache. What time is it?"
"That's probably from dehydration and it's about 9:30 Saturday morning. "
Matt nodded slowly in agreement as he shifted to try to sit up. "My brain's just a little fuzzy right now. I'm just so exhausted but I do need to get up."
Foggy was almost horrified that Matt was trying to move after what he went through the day before. "What the hell do you need to get up for? I can bring you anything you need. Are you hungry?"
Matt pushed aside his blanket and shivered as the cooler air hit his skin. "I am hungry but there's something more urgent that I need to take care of first. I need to go to the bathroom."
Foggy took Matt's arm and wrapped it around his shoulders to help him up. "Just like old times except that we're not hungover."
"Being hungover would have been preferred because it usually followed a night of festive libations as you would say. Yesterday was my version of Dante's Inferno with all seven levels of Hell...twice," Matt added as he closed the door to the bathroom behind him.
Foggy wasn't at all surprised to hear the shower turn on after the toilet flushed. He took the opportunity to change the sheets on Matt's bed. Foggy may not be able to smell the migraine induced sweat soaked in but he knew Matt could and clean sheets would help to make him feel better. He also set Matt's most comfortable hoodie, sweatpants and fuzzy socks out for him to change into before heading into the kitchen to whip up a few breakfast smoothies while the shower drowned out the noise from the blender.
"That smells really good."
Foggy was digging around the fridge and hit his head on the door. "Holy shit! You scared the hell out of me! You need a freaking bell like a cat."
Matt laughed as he slowly made his way to the couch. "Cats learn to stalk around the bell. Maybe I can too."
Foggy poured some of the breakfast smoothie into a large cup and popped a straw into it. He handed it to Matt before ducking into Matt's room for one of his pillows and a fuzzy blanket for the couch.
"This is really good, Foggy," Matt commented in between sips as Foggy fussed with getting him comfortable.
"You're not just saying that because you haven't had anything substantial since Thursday morning, are you?"
Matt shook his head and took another sip, relaxing into his pillow. "I hope you remember how you made it to repeat it later."
"Well, we have some time before Karen brings Gracie back. She was here crazy early, gathered up Gracie and your mom and went off to do girl things. What do ya say to a movie?"
"Sounds wonderful," Matt sighed as he finished off his smoothie and pulled his blanket up as he got comfortable.
It was no surprise to Foggy when Matt dozed off three quarters of the way through the first movie. Warm and snuggled up with a full belly and no pain for the first time in days and recovering from a migraine, of course he was going to fall asleep. Foggy just turned down the movie and picked up his phone.
Karen: How's Matt?
Foggy texted back. Headache gone. He's outta bed. Showered and dressed. Managed to eat breakfast. Comfy on the couch. Then Foggy took a quick photo of Matt sleeping on the couch and sent it to Karen.
Karen responded. Think he's gonna feel like being around people?
He's in a good mood, he's just tired. Just don't expect him to leave his couch nest. Foggy sent back.
Wouldn't dream of it. I'll bring back lunch.
About midway through their second movie Matt started to hear footsteps and giggles coming up the stairs. "Karen's coming and whatever she has with her is making my stomach growl. Gracie's talking her ear off. You may want to go help. Sounds like she's got her hands full."
As soon Foggy opened the door for Karen to take the bags she was carrying, he nearly got knocked over by a little brown haired blur running in looking for her Daddy.
"I'm right here, Angel," Matt called from the couch and braced for impact.
Gracie took a flying leap from a full run to land on Matt on the couch. "You feel better now?" she asked hopefully.
Matt pulled his excited daughter up for a hug. He had missed this. "I feel much better now. So, fill me in. I've missed a few days and I'm very curious as to why you smell like apples, cider donuts and chocolate."
Gracie sat up on Matt's stomach, to excited and sugar loaded to snuggle for now. "Aunt Karen an' Gramma an' me went to Halloween Park party. I gots candy at trunk or treat. I play on playground an' I go very high on swings. They have bounce house. I got to go on two times but not three 'cause someone threw up in it. They have costumes contest but I not win. Aunt Karen gots me cider donuts an' hot chocolate. Those are sooo yummy, Daddy. They have ice cream sundaes with them."
"Was the cider donut sundae breakfast?" Matt asked.
Gracie shook her head. "Nooooo. We went with Gramma and had oatmeal with apples. She make it like you."
"We both learned the recipe from the same person, my grandmother," Matt explained. "Can you tell me about your school party?"
"Everyone had costumes, even Miss Winter. There were three mermaids like me. We made cookies with frosting and candy but I eat mine at party. We play games and got candy from piñata. You had to hit it real hard. An' we made cats an' ghosts an' witches and Miss Winter had glow paint."
"Sounds like an epic party. I'm sorry I couldn't be there," Matt apologized.
"Aunt Karen told Miss Winter you were sick and Miss Winter said you can come again."
While Gracie filled Matt in on what he had missed, Foggy and Karen set up lunch for the four of them on the coffee table. Chicken soup for Matt, hot sub for Foggy, salad for Karen and chicken nuggets for Gracie.
After lunch and Gracie's subsequent sugar crash, both Gracie and Matt were napping on the couch. Gracie had her head on his chest like when she was a baby with Matt's arms wrapped around her. Foggy pulled the blanket up around both of them before he and Karen ducked up to the roof to let them sleep.
Gracie was already bouncing off the walls Sunday morning with excitement for Halloween and trick or treating that night. She was so wound up that Matt left her with Foggy to watch cartoons while he went to Mass with a warning to Foggy to not eat all the Halloween candy that was meant to be given out that night.
Matt opted for a seat closer to the back of the church than he usually did. He still wanted to have a little quiet before the craziness of Halloween night. Before Gracie, Daredevil would have been on watch as kids roamed the streets for candy. Now, he dresses up in costume that compliment his daughter's.
Maggie was keeping an eye out for her son. She smiled when she saw him sit down, seeing how much better he was than two days ago. She slipped into the pew beside him. "I was wondering if I would see you today. How are you feeling?"
"I am 100% better. Foggy made sure I rested, ate and rehydrated yesterday."
"Where's Gracie? I have a little something for her for Halloween."
"She's home watching cartoons with Foggy. She's so excited about trick or treating that she can't sit still." Then Matt reached out to take Maggie's hand. "I want to thank you for staying with me on Friday. I tried to go through it with bothering as few people as possible but quickly realized I couldn't. I don't want to think of how Foggy may have found me if you weren't there."
Maggie took a hold of Matt's hand with both of hers. "You don't need to thank me. You were sick. I'm honestly glad that your phone misdialed. I know I did a poor job of it all when you were little but you're my son and I love you and worry about you."
Matt leaned over so he could hug Maggie. "You sat with me every time they hit while I was at St. Agnes as well."
"I've learned not to brush aside your cries for help, kiddo. I'm with you now until God decides my time on Earth is done."
After church, armed with a bag of candy with a stuffed animal and a box of cookies for Gracie, Matt stopped off first at the cemetery by the church to visit his Dad's grave and say a small prayer for All Souls Day a little early before heading home. He'd have to stop back on Tuesday with a good bottle of scotch for a proper tribute.
By four o'clock, Matt could hold Gracie back no longer. The plan was that Matt would take Gracie around the building and then Karen would join him around a few spots in the neighborhood while Foggy had door duty until they went to the annual city Halloween parade, which Matt fully expected Gracie to be sleeping through a good part of it. Karen showed up in her mermaid costume and helped to get Gracie into hers while Matt changed. Karen knew Matt was going as a pirate but was floored when he came out of his room in a long black leather coat, red velvet vest over a black shirt and black pants and boots that seemed to belong to his black Devil ensemble. His look was topped off with the fact that he hadn't shaved since at least Thursday morning so the significant scruff added to the dashing rogue he was.
"We go now, Daddy?" Gracie asked impatiently.
"Yes, we get to go now. Foggy, touch only the bag I set aside for you. Leave the bowl alone," Matt warned jokingly.
"That was one time, Matt. One time. You told me this morning. Anyway, I claim Uncle taxes when you get back."
"It was more than one time and you will have to battle the Devil before you lay claim to any Uncle candy taxes."
Foggy laughed and waved them off. "I look forward to the challenge."