1940
Home of Trish and Fran Barnett
She didn't know how long she'd sat there, in the dark, on her cold kitchen floor. The phone had rung twice and there had just been a knock at the door. They'd go away. It couldn't be that important. It was when she heard a key in the door that she had become concerned, but she was so exhausted that she really couldn't do anything. Anything but just sit there. So it was a mixture of annoyance and relief when she heard the familiar banter of Harmon Rabb.
"Mac are you here? Your car is in the lot. David's isn't. You here? Mac? Alex forgot to pack..well he forgot to pack clothes. Got a lot of model planes and magazines, not a lot of clothes, except a tee shirt. Mac?
"Go away Harm" She sniffed.
"Mac where are you?" He frowned and began searching the apartment. He walked into the kitchen and saw her slumped on the floor. "Mac!" He yelped. "Are you all right? What happened? Why are you sitting in the dark? Where is David?" He ran to her side, checking her as quickly as he could to see if she was injured, he ran his hand gently over her arms, legs chest, face. Nothing sexual about it. Just someone concerned for his or her best friend.
"Did he hit you Mac?" He growled.
"No." She whispered. "I kicked him out." She began to sob.
Harm didn't say anything, just nodded, took her to the bathroom so she could wash her face, redo her makeup, and left her only to pack a bag of clothes, for both Alex and Mac. He grabbed her makeup bag from the bathroom, as well as the book from her bedside table.
"You're coming with me Mac. Let's go."
She was so exhausted she merely nodded and was led, like a child to the waiting car. After helping her into the car and fastening her seatbelt Harm climbed in. He turned to look at Alex asleep in the back seat. He looked so like his mother, but his eyes, there was no mistaking he was a Rabb. He shook himself from his revere turning back to look at Mac, now almost asleep, it had taken only moments. She'd soon be asleep. So he left for his Mother and Frank's house.
Trish didn't protest, nor did she make any comment other than one of hello and murmuring her motherly concerns when Harm pulled up, an hour late, carrying in first a sleeping Alex, placing him on the bed in his old room. Nor did she comment, except to say the spare bed was made up, when Harm lifted a sleeping Mac and placed her on the bed in the spare bedroom. He removed her shoes, and her jacked and although she had woken momentarily she was asleep before her head hit the pillow. He tucked her in walking out of the room so Trish could shut the door quietly. She walked downstairs to make up the fold out couch for Harm. Harm had walked up the hall to check on Alex. The young boy was asleep, so he removed his sons' shoes, tucked him in, and gave the boy a gentle kiss on the forehead. Harm removed from Alex's bag, the one containing toys, a model Tomcat, and placed it on the bedside table, beside models that Harm him had owned as a boy. He then walked downstairs to give his mother a kiss and a hug.
"Mom, sorry we were late, something came up."
"Something with Mac?"
He nodded. "She can stay here the weekend can't she?"
Trish nodded. "Of course, she's always welcome here, you know that. We'll talk in the morning. Get some sleep Son. I love you." She grinned, and gave her son a hug.
He hugged her back. "Goodnight Mom. I love you too. Thankyou for letting us stay."
She grinned. "Anytime my boy. Anytime." Giving him a kiss on the cheek, she walked upstairs, and Harm, exhausted, fell asleep on the newly made replacement bed.
Home of Trish and Fran Barnett
She didn't know how long she'd sat there, in the dark, on her cold kitchen floor. The phone had rung twice and there had just been a knock at the door. They'd go away. It couldn't be that important. It was when she heard a key in the door that she had become concerned, but she was so exhausted that she really couldn't do anything. Anything but just sit there. So it was a mixture of annoyance and relief when she heard the familiar banter of Harmon Rabb.
"Mac are you here? Your car is in the lot. David's isn't. You here? Mac? Alex forgot to pack..well he forgot to pack clothes. Got a lot of model planes and magazines, not a lot of clothes, except a tee shirt. Mac?
"Go away Harm" She sniffed.
"Mac where are you?" He frowned and began searching the apartment. He walked into the kitchen and saw her slumped on the floor. "Mac!" He yelped. "Are you all right? What happened? Why are you sitting in the dark? Where is David?" He ran to her side, checking her as quickly as he could to see if she was injured, he ran his hand gently over her arms, legs chest, face. Nothing sexual about it. Just someone concerned for his or her best friend.
"Did he hit you Mac?" He growled.
"No." She whispered. "I kicked him out." She began to sob.
Harm didn't say anything, just nodded, took her to the bathroom so she could wash her face, redo her makeup, and left her only to pack a bag of clothes, for both Alex and Mac. He grabbed her makeup bag from the bathroom, as well as the book from her bedside table.
"You're coming with me Mac. Let's go."
She was so exhausted she merely nodded and was led, like a child to the waiting car. After helping her into the car and fastening her seatbelt Harm climbed in. He turned to look at Alex asleep in the back seat. He looked so like his mother, but his eyes, there was no mistaking he was a Rabb. He shook himself from his revere turning back to look at Mac, now almost asleep, it had taken only moments. She'd soon be asleep. So he left for his Mother and Frank's house.
Trish didn't protest, nor did she make any comment other than one of hello and murmuring her motherly concerns when Harm pulled up, an hour late, carrying in first a sleeping Alex, placing him on the bed in his old room. Nor did she comment, except to say the spare bed was made up, when Harm lifted a sleeping Mac and placed her on the bed in the spare bedroom. He removed her shoes, and her jacked and although she had woken momentarily she was asleep before her head hit the pillow. He tucked her in walking out of the room so Trish could shut the door quietly. She walked downstairs to make up the fold out couch for Harm. Harm had walked up the hall to check on Alex. The young boy was asleep, so he removed his sons' shoes, tucked him in, and gave the boy a gentle kiss on the forehead. Harm removed from Alex's bag, the one containing toys, a model Tomcat, and placed it on the bedside table, beside models that Harm him had owned as a boy. He then walked downstairs to give his mother a kiss and a hug.
"Mom, sorry we were late, something came up."
"Something with Mac?"
He nodded. "She can stay here the weekend can't she?"
Trish nodded. "Of course, she's always welcome here, you know that. We'll talk in the morning. Get some sleep Son. I love you." She grinned, and gave her son a hug.
He hugged her back. "Goodnight Mom. I love you too. Thankyou for letting us stay."
She grinned. "Anytime my boy. Anytime." Giving him a kiss on the cheek, she walked upstairs, and Harm, exhausted, fell asleep on the newly made replacement bed.