Proverbs Ch 2
Ch 2
Make plans by seeking advice Prov.20:18
Elizabeth was roaming around her Studio. She had picked up some boxes. She might as well start packing even though she had on idea where she was going to move to. She moved over to a stack of old magazines and catalogs. 'This stuff must have been here for at least a few years,' she thought as she started to put them in a box of stuff to be thrown out. She had never thought herself much of a packrat but this stuff was really old. She only half looked at the different publications as she picked up handfuls. She looked back down at the stack for the next batch. The item on top caught her attention. It was a course catalog from The Fashion Institute of Technology in New York. Right under it she noticed one from Pratt. They were old but she sat on the floor and flipped through them. Her mind wandered to the temptation that was presenting itself to her. It had only been a distant idea a long time ago. Now, though, why not? There was really no reason to stay. Lucky and her were long over. Jason had moved on, and her best friend was in Arizona. The only person here for her was her Grandmother, and Liz didn't even see her very much at all. She looked at her watch.
Elizabeth had some time before she needed to be at work. She had the closing shift tonight. It had taken her all morning calling the other waitress to move things around so she would only have to work with Courtney as little as possible. In doing this, she had traded out for all the worst shifts. She tucked the catalogs under her arm and made her way toward the door. Grabbing her coat and purse she headed out to use the on-line computer at the library.
Elizabeth had a genuine smile on her face as she crossed over the docks coming back from the library. All the information on art schools in New York filling her with grand illusions of a life in the city. The information had been very informative, and she had even filled out an application on-line and downloaded the request form for transcripts from PCU. Her presence and smiling face had not gone unnoticed by the other occupant on the dock. She had been lost in her daydream of visiting museums and trendy restaurants while studying with other talented budding artist when he interrupted her.
"Elizabeth?" a soft touch on her elbow. Coming down from her high she was still smiling when she took in the murky eyes of the local mob boss. Seeing the recognition in her face, as it changed to a hardening frown didn't escape the gangster, "Hi, How have you been? I have not seen you..."
"Since you died," she smirked.
"Look, I'm sorry about that, but it was very necessary at the time."
"I'm sure it was," she soften a bit. "I know that what you had to do had nothing to do with me. I have no reason to be mad with you."
"You looked really happy there a moment ago. Did something happen with you and Jason?" he started to smile at her. It was then that she thought that he might be in the dark about what was going on with his best friend and his sister.
"I really have not seen much of Jason scene your resurrection," he could clearly see hurt and regret in her facial expression.
"Oh, Jason has been slipping out a lot. I just assumed he had been with you."
"He didn't tell you that I walked out on him?" her tone was more surprised than questioning.
"No, well he told me something about the two of you, but I just thought it had all been worked out. I hate to admit it, but we really have not talked much lately." He returned her frown. Studying her a moment and thinking about what she had said, "You can't fault Jason for not telling you that I was alive."
"That is not why I left, Sonny."
"You don't have to tell me, but I would like to know why you did."
She really didn't want to talk about this and not with Sonny, but somehow the crime lord had a way at persuading people to do things he wanted. She took a deep breath before she started to speak, "Well, while it was all going on, he would stay gone for days and never even bother to call to tell me if he was alright. Then he spent his time guarding your sister, and I just got tired of the worrying and not knowing."
"I asked him to take care of her."
"I know that. But he still never tried to let me know what was going on. He kept me cooped up in his penthouse."
"Trying to keep you and Zander safe," Sonny interjected.
"He said he wanted to give us a chance, but that was not really true. He only wants to please you and Carly. I was at the bottom of his list of priorities. Then, when I did leave he, didn't do anything to try and stop me. He just let me go out the door and out of his life." She watched the intensity of his gaze on her, "Jason's moved on with his life; so now I need to pick up the pieces of mine and move on too."
"You know Jason and Brenda..."
"You really have no idea what is going on, do you?" she came across cautiously.
"What are you talking about, Elizabeth?"
"I shouldn't have said anything. I think you need to ask Jason about what is going on in his life." She turned to go. Stopping suddenly, she turned back around offering a simple smile to he dark man, "Sonny, I'm glad you didn't die." He half smiled back as she walked away from him.
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The late evening dinner crowd had been anything but busy. Elizabeth had passed the time looking over the information she had printed out at the library. She had really enjoyed working with Chloe Morgan, and she thought fashion design was interesting. Painting, however, was her passion. 'Why can't I do both?' she asked herself. 'I could study all about fabrics and design and still paint when I feel like it.' She knew that the experience she had had working with Chloe would be an asset and help her get into FIT. Pratt had so much to offer, too. There were other schools also, and her grades at PCU were good; so she was sure she could get into one of them. It was paying for it she just wasn't too sure about. Hearing the front door open, Liz looked up to watch her lawyer drag in. She put the papers under the counter and greeted her the guest. "Hi you." He dropped his weary body onto the stool. "What can I get for my favorite lawyer?"
"You got any chili left?" he looked tired, but his words were light.
"Anything for you. I'll be right back."
She returned with the steaming bowl. Placing it in front of him she waited for him to take a bite before she decided to ask him a question. "Rick," she paused until he looked up at her, "when you said I could get reimbursed for my moving expenses, would that apply if I decided to move out of town?"
"I don't see why not." His answer had been more of a reflex and he stopped to ponder what she said a moment. "Why. Where are you thinking of moving to?"
Her lips parted into a grin, "New York city."
"Really?"
She let her enthusiasm flow. She had not told anyone what she was planning to do, and she just couldn't wait now that the subject was out in the open. "I'm planning on going to design school there." She noticed his eyebrows pinch a bit. "I told you that I'm an artist."
"I remember. You said you paint, right?"
"Yeah, that's right. Living in New York would be so great. Don't you think?"
"For an artist I guess it would be."
"All the museums and galleries." She stopped when she realized he was staring at her. "What?"
"Nothing. You just seem really excited about moving there."
"I am. So, you think we can get these people to pay to move the little bit of stuff I've got?"
"We can try." He dropped his eyes and took another bite of his food. She seemed to pick up on a change in his demeanor.
"Is something wrong?" she thought she was changing the subject.
"Hmmm," he looked up into her eyes of china blue and was almost lost for a moment. "I was just thinking, well, I was hoping that when this trial was over, I could have taken you out for dinner."
Elizabeth was a bit surprised at how straight forward he was. She was so used to trying to guess what Jason was thinking and feeling that the fact this man had come right out told her had her off balance. "Well, it's not like I'm leaving tomorrow." Smiling at him, trying to say, 'Just ask, I'll go.'
"I'll keep that in mind." Her attention distracted by some new customers entering Kelly's. For some reason there had been a late rush, and she did not get to go back to really talk. Or would it have been to flirt with the handsome young professional.
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Elizabeth's eyes darted around the hospital cafeteria. She was filled with news and ideas to share with her Grandmother. For the first time in months she was excited about something that was going on in her life. She just hoped her grandmother would feel the same way. Liz looked at her watch. Audrey was five minutes late for their lunch date. Elizabeth had not told her why she wanted to have lunch today when she had called this morning, just that she had something to run by her. She would have preferred to eat someplace else. Nobody likes hospital cuisine. But with her schedule at Kelly's, and her Grandmother's work, this was the best they could do or wait for another day.
"Sweetheart," the older woman squeezed Elizabeth in a warm hug.
"Hi, Gram," she returned the embrace.
"You have cut your hair. It looks lovely on you."
"Thanks."
"Well, you look great," the woman stepped back to take a full view of her granddaughter and smiled, "and happy, too."
Elizabeth gave her a huge smile and said, "Let's get our food, so I can sit down and tell you..." one of the doctors passed by and his quick hello to the nurse had interrupted her. They moved through the cafeteria line choosing their lunch items. Then Elizabeth found a table closer to the wall, a little out of the way. They started with some small talk, but Liz was bursting with her plan, and it didn't take long for her to spring it on her Grandmother.
"I'm going to move to New York." The words just sprang from her mouth. She could not help the smile on her face as she made the announcement. Her grandmother stopped mid bite and blinked at her.
"New York, Why?"
"I'm applying to art school there."
"Oh, that's nice." The lady seemed to discard the notion and continued eating. "It will take awhile to do the applications and then find a place to live. So we can talk about your move after you get accepted."
"I don't think you understand; I'm not waiting to get accepted. Anyway, I've already applied to FIT and Pratt and talked to the administrators of the schools. I could start as early as this spring term."
"Where will you live?"
"Oh, I got so lucky. When I called FIT and started asking questions the person who had answered the phone was a student who also worked there. She told me that she lives in a place with two other girls. It's a two bed room but because of the cost they split it among four people. Anyway, her roommate just moved out to live with her boyfriend, so they need someone. She is at FIT, and the other two are at Pratt. But one is a grad student. It would be good because all the deposits are paid, so I won't need any money up front except the first month's rent. I'm sure I can find a waitress job. So.... what do you think?"
"Honey, that sounds great. Why are you so up for moving right now? Why not wait until you find out you have gotten in?"
"I know I will get in. My grades are good."
"But there is no rush."
"Well, actually, they are going to tear down my building in a few weeks; so I have to move."
"You can always come live with me."
"I know that, Gram, and that is a very nice offer, but if I'm going to move I want to make it count. A lot of my friends have moved on, and I want to really do something with my life. Anyway, I really need to get out of Port Charles. It's just time for a change."
The older woman studied Elizabeth's eyes and mulled over the words she had said, "It is going to be expensive. Are you planning on asking your parents for help?"
Liz looked down at her food. She had calculated the number, and every time she came up in the red. She scowled at the thought of asking her folks for money. "No, I'm going to apply for student loans. I'll get a job, and I have some in savings."
Audrey had put her fork down. Her granddaughter's determination was obvious. She took a long slow deep breath before she spoke, "Elizabeth, I know your parents have not always been there for you or even treated you the same as Stephen and Sarah. I know you have had a really hard time of things. I just want you to be happy, and I don't want to see you struggling so much any more. So, I tell you what. I will pay your tuition and give you some money for school supplies," her voice got a little firmer, "but you have to pay your living expenses."
Elizabeth jumped out of her chair and grab her grandmother around the neck as she hugged her. She had not meant for her to give her money. She just wanted her blessing for the move. As much as Elizabeth wanted to be independent, she had learned over the years sometimes it was ok to take help from people who cared about you. In this case, the help she needed was money.
"Thank you," she kissed the older lady on the cheek and sat back down. "I didn't ask you to lunch to ask you for money."
"I know you didn't. I offered. If this is what you want to do, than you should do it." Her smile was the only approval she had really needed.
"So when are you planning this big move?" Her question poignant.
"The end of the month."
"Let me know what I can do to help," Audrey looked at her watch, as she needed to get back to work. Elizabeth thanked her again and told her she loved her, and she would miss her when she moved. She planned to give Bobby her two-weeks notice this evening at work. So the only thing left would be to pack up the studio and move.
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Carly sat quietly on the couch reading through the days mail. She barley looked up as the front door opened and her blond sister-in-law bounced in. It took the girl only seconds to make her way to the couch and drop down on it with a huge grin on her face. "You won't believe the fabulous news I heard today."
Carly put the mail aside and focused on her excited friend, "Well, spill."
"Elizabeth Webber put her two weeks notice into Bobbie last night."
"So? Who cares if she quits." Carly frowned, not wanting to talk about the woman she considered annoying.
"No, you don't understand. She is moving to New York."
Carly started to feel Courtney's enthusiasm. "Are you sure?"
"That is what she told Bobbie. It was the reason she gave for quitting anyway."
"This is great." Carly commented not hearing the front door open and her husband enter.
"What's great?" The man studied the two women not sure what to make of their equally happy moods. Carly spun around smiling at the dark, handsome man.
"Oh, nothing major, just that Elizabeth Webber is leaving town."
"Why is that such good news?" He looked past his wife toward his sister. "I thought the two of you were friends?"
"Well, we work together." Courtney replied.
"I still don't get how this is good news. Did something happen? Why is she leaving?"
Carly rose up from the couch. "I don't know why she is leaving. I'm just thankful the little twit has finally gotten a hint and will be out of our hair."
Sonny looked at his sister who was trying to suppress the smile under her lips. He knew his wife didn't care for Elizabeth, he was not exactly sure why, but he had never heard Courtney say anything bad about the pretty young woman. He studied the two women again and got the distinct felling he was missing something here. Just when he was going to delve into his suspicion, Courtney got up. "Well, I have to go."
"You just got here," Carly protested.
"I know. I just wanted to stop in and say hi before I head home. Poor Rosie has been inside all day." She leaned over and gave her brother a quick kiss on the cheek. Waved to Carly and headed out the door.
Ch 2
Make plans by seeking advice Prov.20:18
Elizabeth was roaming around her Studio. She had picked up some boxes. She might as well start packing even though she had on idea where she was going to move to. She moved over to a stack of old magazines and catalogs. 'This stuff must have been here for at least a few years,' she thought as she started to put them in a box of stuff to be thrown out. She had never thought herself much of a packrat but this stuff was really old. She only half looked at the different publications as she picked up handfuls. She looked back down at the stack for the next batch. The item on top caught her attention. It was a course catalog from The Fashion Institute of Technology in New York. Right under it she noticed one from Pratt. They were old but she sat on the floor and flipped through them. Her mind wandered to the temptation that was presenting itself to her. It had only been a distant idea a long time ago. Now, though, why not? There was really no reason to stay. Lucky and her were long over. Jason had moved on, and her best friend was in Arizona. The only person here for her was her Grandmother, and Liz didn't even see her very much at all. She looked at her watch.
Elizabeth had some time before she needed to be at work. She had the closing shift tonight. It had taken her all morning calling the other waitress to move things around so she would only have to work with Courtney as little as possible. In doing this, she had traded out for all the worst shifts. She tucked the catalogs under her arm and made her way toward the door. Grabbing her coat and purse she headed out to use the on-line computer at the library.
Elizabeth had a genuine smile on her face as she crossed over the docks coming back from the library. All the information on art schools in New York filling her with grand illusions of a life in the city. The information had been very informative, and she had even filled out an application on-line and downloaded the request form for transcripts from PCU. Her presence and smiling face had not gone unnoticed by the other occupant on the dock. She had been lost in her daydream of visiting museums and trendy restaurants while studying with other talented budding artist when he interrupted her.
"Elizabeth?" a soft touch on her elbow. Coming down from her high she was still smiling when she took in the murky eyes of the local mob boss. Seeing the recognition in her face, as it changed to a hardening frown didn't escape the gangster, "Hi, How have you been? I have not seen you..."
"Since you died," she smirked.
"Look, I'm sorry about that, but it was very necessary at the time."
"I'm sure it was," she soften a bit. "I know that what you had to do had nothing to do with me. I have no reason to be mad with you."
"You looked really happy there a moment ago. Did something happen with you and Jason?" he started to smile at her. It was then that she thought that he might be in the dark about what was going on with his best friend and his sister.
"I really have not seen much of Jason scene your resurrection," he could clearly see hurt and regret in her facial expression.
"Oh, Jason has been slipping out a lot. I just assumed he had been with you."
"He didn't tell you that I walked out on him?" her tone was more surprised than questioning.
"No, well he told me something about the two of you, but I just thought it had all been worked out. I hate to admit it, but we really have not talked much lately." He returned her frown. Studying her a moment and thinking about what she had said, "You can't fault Jason for not telling you that I was alive."
"That is not why I left, Sonny."
"You don't have to tell me, but I would like to know why you did."
She really didn't want to talk about this and not with Sonny, but somehow the crime lord had a way at persuading people to do things he wanted. She took a deep breath before she started to speak, "Well, while it was all going on, he would stay gone for days and never even bother to call to tell me if he was alright. Then he spent his time guarding your sister, and I just got tired of the worrying and not knowing."
"I asked him to take care of her."
"I know that. But he still never tried to let me know what was going on. He kept me cooped up in his penthouse."
"Trying to keep you and Zander safe," Sonny interjected.
"He said he wanted to give us a chance, but that was not really true. He only wants to please you and Carly. I was at the bottom of his list of priorities. Then, when I did leave he, didn't do anything to try and stop me. He just let me go out the door and out of his life." She watched the intensity of his gaze on her, "Jason's moved on with his life; so now I need to pick up the pieces of mine and move on too."
"You know Jason and Brenda..."
"You really have no idea what is going on, do you?" she came across cautiously.
"What are you talking about, Elizabeth?"
"I shouldn't have said anything. I think you need to ask Jason about what is going on in his life." She turned to go. Stopping suddenly, she turned back around offering a simple smile to he dark man, "Sonny, I'm glad you didn't die." He half smiled back as she walked away from him.
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The late evening dinner crowd had been anything but busy. Elizabeth had passed the time looking over the information she had printed out at the library. She had really enjoyed working with Chloe Morgan, and she thought fashion design was interesting. Painting, however, was her passion. 'Why can't I do both?' she asked herself. 'I could study all about fabrics and design and still paint when I feel like it.' She knew that the experience she had had working with Chloe would be an asset and help her get into FIT. Pratt had so much to offer, too. There were other schools also, and her grades at PCU were good; so she was sure she could get into one of them. It was paying for it she just wasn't too sure about. Hearing the front door open, Liz looked up to watch her lawyer drag in. She put the papers under the counter and greeted her the guest. "Hi you." He dropped his weary body onto the stool. "What can I get for my favorite lawyer?"
"You got any chili left?" he looked tired, but his words were light.
"Anything for you. I'll be right back."
She returned with the steaming bowl. Placing it in front of him she waited for him to take a bite before she decided to ask him a question. "Rick," she paused until he looked up at her, "when you said I could get reimbursed for my moving expenses, would that apply if I decided to move out of town?"
"I don't see why not." His answer had been more of a reflex and he stopped to ponder what she said a moment. "Why. Where are you thinking of moving to?"
Her lips parted into a grin, "New York city."
"Really?"
She let her enthusiasm flow. She had not told anyone what she was planning to do, and she just couldn't wait now that the subject was out in the open. "I'm planning on going to design school there." She noticed his eyebrows pinch a bit. "I told you that I'm an artist."
"I remember. You said you paint, right?"
"Yeah, that's right. Living in New York would be so great. Don't you think?"
"For an artist I guess it would be."
"All the museums and galleries." She stopped when she realized he was staring at her. "What?"
"Nothing. You just seem really excited about moving there."
"I am. So, you think we can get these people to pay to move the little bit of stuff I've got?"
"We can try." He dropped his eyes and took another bite of his food. She seemed to pick up on a change in his demeanor.
"Is something wrong?" she thought she was changing the subject.
"Hmmm," he looked up into her eyes of china blue and was almost lost for a moment. "I was just thinking, well, I was hoping that when this trial was over, I could have taken you out for dinner."
Elizabeth was a bit surprised at how straight forward he was. She was so used to trying to guess what Jason was thinking and feeling that the fact this man had come right out told her had her off balance. "Well, it's not like I'm leaving tomorrow." Smiling at him, trying to say, 'Just ask, I'll go.'
"I'll keep that in mind." Her attention distracted by some new customers entering Kelly's. For some reason there had been a late rush, and she did not get to go back to really talk. Or would it have been to flirt with the handsome young professional.
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Elizabeth's eyes darted around the hospital cafeteria. She was filled with news and ideas to share with her Grandmother. For the first time in months she was excited about something that was going on in her life. She just hoped her grandmother would feel the same way. Liz looked at her watch. Audrey was five minutes late for their lunch date. Elizabeth had not told her why she wanted to have lunch today when she had called this morning, just that she had something to run by her. She would have preferred to eat someplace else. Nobody likes hospital cuisine. But with her schedule at Kelly's, and her Grandmother's work, this was the best they could do or wait for another day.
"Sweetheart," the older woman squeezed Elizabeth in a warm hug.
"Hi, Gram," she returned the embrace.
"You have cut your hair. It looks lovely on you."
"Thanks."
"Well, you look great," the woman stepped back to take a full view of her granddaughter and smiled, "and happy, too."
Elizabeth gave her a huge smile and said, "Let's get our food, so I can sit down and tell you..." one of the doctors passed by and his quick hello to the nurse had interrupted her. They moved through the cafeteria line choosing their lunch items. Then Elizabeth found a table closer to the wall, a little out of the way. They started with some small talk, but Liz was bursting with her plan, and it didn't take long for her to spring it on her Grandmother.
"I'm going to move to New York." The words just sprang from her mouth. She could not help the smile on her face as she made the announcement. Her grandmother stopped mid bite and blinked at her.
"New York, Why?"
"I'm applying to art school there."
"Oh, that's nice." The lady seemed to discard the notion and continued eating. "It will take awhile to do the applications and then find a place to live. So we can talk about your move after you get accepted."
"I don't think you understand; I'm not waiting to get accepted. Anyway, I've already applied to FIT and Pratt and talked to the administrators of the schools. I could start as early as this spring term."
"Where will you live?"
"Oh, I got so lucky. When I called FIT and started asking questions the person who had answered the phone was a student who also worked there. She told me that she lives in a place with two other girls. It's a two bed room but because of the cost they split it among four people. Anyway, her roommate just moved out to live with her boyfriend, so they need someone. She is at FIT, and the other two are at Pratt. But one is a grad student. It would be good because all the deposits are paid, so I won't need any money up front except the first month's rent. I'm sure I can find a waitress job. So.... what do you think?"
"Honey, that sounds great. Why are you so up for moving right now? Why not wait until you find out you have gotten in?"
"I know I will get in. My grades are good."
"But there is no rush."
"Well, actually, they are going to tear down my building in a few weeks; so I have to move."
"You can always come live with me."
"I know that, Gram, and that is a very nice offer, but if I'm going to move I want to make it count. A lot of my friends have moved on, and I want to really do something with my life. Anyway, I really need to get out of Port Charles. It's just time for a change."
The older woman studied Elizabeth's eyes and mulled over the words she had said, "It is going to be expensive. Are you planning on asking your parents for help?"
Liz looked down at her food. She had calculated the number, and every time she came up in the red. She scowled at the thought of asking her folks for money. "No, I'm going to apply for student loans. I'll get a job, and I have some in savings."
Audrey had put her fork down. Her granddaughter's determination was obvious. She took a long slow deep breath before she spoke, "Elizabeth, I know your parents have not always been there for you or even treated you the same as Stephen and Sarah. I know you have had a really hard time of things. I just want you to be happy, and I don't want to see you struggling so much any more. So, I tell you what. I will pay your tuition and give you some money for school supplies," her voice got a little firmer, "but you have to pay your living expenses."
Elizabeth jumped out of her chair and grab her grandmother around the neck as she hugged her. She had not meant for her to give her money. She just wanted her blessing for the move. As much as Elizabeth wanted to be independent, she had learned over the years sometimes it was ok to take help from people who cared about you. In this case, the help she needed was money.
"Thank you," she kissed the older lady on the cheek and sat back down. "I didn't ask you to lunch to ask you for money."
"I know you didn't. I offered. If this is what you want to do, than you should do it." Her smile was the only approval she had really needed.
"So when are you planning this big move?" Her question poignant.
"The end of the month."
"Let me know what I can do to help," Audrey looked at her watch, as she needed to get back to work. Elizabeth thanked her again and told her she loved her, and she would miss her when she moved. She planned to give Bobby her two-weeks notice this evening at work. So the only thing left would be to pack up the studio and move.
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Carly sat quietly on the couch reading through the days mail. She barley looked up as the front door opened and her blond sister-in-law bounced in. It took the girl only seconds to make her way to the couch and drop down on it with a huge grin on her face. "You won't believe the fabulous news I heard today."
Carly put the mail aside and focused on her excited friend, "Well, spill."
"Elizabeth Webber put her two weeks notice into Bobbie last night."
"So? Who cares if she quits." Carly frowned, not wanting to talk about the woman she considered annoying.
"No, you don't understand. She is moving to New York."
Carly started to feel Courtney's enthusiasm. "Are you sure?"
"That is what she told Bobbie. It was the reason she gave for quitting anyway."
"This is great." Carly commented not hearing the front door open and her husband enter.
"What's great?" The man studied the two women not sure what to make of their equally happy moods. Carly spun around smiling at the dark, handsome man.
"Oh, nothing major, just that Elizabeth Webber is leaving town."
"Why is that such good news?" He looked past his wife toward his sister. "I thought the two of you were friends?"
"Well, we work together." Courtney replied.
"I still don't get how this is good news. Did something happen? Why is she leaving?"
Carly rose up from the couch. "I don't know why she is leaving. I'm just thankful the little twit has finally gotten a hint and will be out of our hair."
Sonny looked at his sister who was trying to suppress the smile under her lips. He knew his wife didn't care for Elizabeth, he was not exactly sure why, but he had never heard Courtney say anything bad about the pretty young woman. He studied the two women again and got the distinct felling he was missing something here. Just when he was going to delve into his suspicion, Courtney got up. "Well, I have to go."
"You just got here," Carly protested.
"I know. I just wanted to stop in and say hi before I head home. Poor Rosie has been inside all day." She leaned over and gave her brother a quick kiss on the cheek. Waved to Carly and headed out the door.
