Author's note. This follows my usual universe which is described in
Justice, however in this Marcus and Susan are not together. This does not
go into my series.
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Like Mother, like son
Like father, like daughter.
Chapter three:
Irma ran from the restaurant Down Below where she had been searching for leftovers. When there she saw the young girl who was in the last picture her son had sent her. Her name was Susan Ivanova. And she was like a daughter to her son. That made Irma her surrogate grand mother. Then why had she run. As she now remembered, the recent checks had been signed by one Susan Ivanova and Michael Garabaldi. There was plenty of money. They sent around 1500 credits a month. More that Irma had ever seen at once. But she had not touched it, it didn't seem right. She had nearly 6000 credits with her but she didn't consider it hers to spend. So she curled up in a wet corner with her small bag of a few clothes and blankets, alone in the darkness in the beacon of light.
Michael Garibaldi sat on the sofa in Susan's quarters having heard what had occurred in the restaurant. He now held the photo that Susan had found and without a doubt it was the one from their Christmas celebration of 2258. He had heard all of Susan's details about her. A 75 year old or so woman, slightly overweight, about 5' 7". There was something familiar about her. Susan reached over David, who slept in her arms, his face buried in her chest and body on her legs, tucked into her cloak, for the photo. She studied the handwriting. Susan looked up and smiled and said," It's Jeff's handwriting."
Suddenly it all became clear. Michael searched through the few photos they had of Jeff's past and found one of his mother. With a few age adjustments the woman from Down Below was the same as the woman in the pictures.
" She must not have used the money we sent." Susan said. Michael said nothing but he had a feeling that she didn't feel right taking it. They were good people, the Sinclairs, and she wouldn't take it from strangers. With the wars going on they couldn't send personal letters in case they were intercepted so unless the woman remembered what Jeff had told her about their relationship she had no way of knowing how much they cared.
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Like Mother, like son
Like father, like daughter.
Chapter three:
Irma ran from the restaurant Down Below where she had been searching for leftovers. When there she saw the young girl who was in the last picture her son had sent her. Her name was Susan Ivanova. And she was like a daughter to her son. That made Irma her surrogate grand mother. Then why had she run. As she now remembered, the recent checks had been signed by one Susan Ivanova and Michael Garabaldi. There was plenty of money. They sent around 1500 credits a month. More that Irma had ever seen at once. But she had not touched it, it didn't seem right. She had nearly 6000 credits with her but she didn't consider it hers to spend. So she curled up in a wet corner with her small bag of a few clothes and blankets, alone in the darkness in the beacon of light.
Michael Garibaldi sat on the sofa in Susan's quarters having heard what had occurred in the restaurant. He now held the photo that Susan had found and without a doubt it was the one from their Christmas celebration of 2258. He had heard all of Susan's details about her. A 75 year old or so woman, slightly overweight, about 5' 7". There was something familiar about her. Susan reached over David, who slept in her arms, his face buried in her chest and body on her legs, tucked into her cloak, for the photo. She studied the handwriting. Susan looked up and smiled and said," It's Jeff's handwriting."
Suddenly it all became clear. Michael searched through the few photos they had of Jeff's past and found one of his mother. With a few age adjustments the woman from Down Below was the same as the woman in the pictures.
" She must not have used the money we sent." Susan said. Michael said nothing but he had a feeling that she didn't feel right taking it. They were good people, the Sinclairs, and she wouldn't take it from strangers. With the wars going on they couldn't send personal letters in case they were intercepted so unless the woman remembered what Jeff had told her about their relationship she had no way of knowing how much they cared.