SHARONA'S PLACE
Monk found himself scared to death wondering what he was doing going over to Sharona's-not for a case, no not this time, not for dinner. At least not yet. . . then what. . . so things might precede further between them?
Well, he knew for certain he wasn't ready or willing for that matter for things to go much farther than they already had.
Sharona interrupted his thoughts by squeezing his hand once before digging into her purse for her keys. She opened the door and Adrian followed her into the kitchen. Just then Benjy entered.
"Mr. Monk!" he shouted happily.
"Hey. . . hey Benjy," Monk nodded to him. He was always pleased to see Benjy-one of the few who accepted him as he was-no questions asked.
"Finish your homework?" Sharona asked him.
"Yep" he said grabbing an apple from the counter. He was about to put his mouth on it when Monk shouted,
"WAIT!"
Monk raced over and grabbed the apple and ran it under the sink for a full minute before handing it back to Benjy.
"What??" Monk responded to the stares from Sharona and Benjy. "Do you know what kind of pesticides they use on fruit trees? Not to mention all the bugs that probably landed on it on it's truck ride to the grocery store. And-"
"Adrian, spare us the lecture," Sharona interrupted him, "we believe you."
"Thanks Mr. Monk," Benjy replied and took a bite from the gleaming apple.
Sharona shook her head. He was still the same Monk. Even though he had put his mouth to hers. . . She smiled remembering their kiss.
"What are you smilin' about Mom?" Benjy asked through a mouthful of apple.
"Ohh. . . nothing," she replied directing her smile to Monk in a flirtatious manner.
Monk's eyes widened.
Benjy looked back and forth between the two of them. Obviously something was going on here.
"Ok, right. Well I'm going to my room for awhile," Benjy said with a smirk.
"Ok Honey, I'll call you when dinner's ready," Sharona called after him. She turned to look at Adrian and saw his face looking thoughtful and sad.
"Hey, you ok?"
"Yeah. I was just thinking. . .about Trudy," Monk sighed.
"Oh Adrian," Sharona gently placed her hands on his smooth cheek, "look at me." Monk refused, his eyes cast downwards.
"Adrian, LOOK at me," Sharona said firmly and he slowly lifted his soft brown eyes to meet her clear blue ones. "Nobody and I mean nobody including me will ever take Trudy's place. Do you understand Adrian? I wouldn't ever try to do that to you."
Monk nodded, "I understand. Thanks Sharona.um I'm sorry. I uh have my moments you know?" "Of course Adrian. You're a one of a kind," She replied rubbing his back gently.
Monk smiled, closing his eyes at Sharona's gesture, "Mmm. . .feels nice."
"Oh I have . . ." Sharona smiled wickedly, "OTHER ways of making you feel nice."
Monk gulped, "Uh Sharona, I don't think that's such a good--"
"I'm making chicken potpie tonight," Sharona explained, she looked over at Monk, "Geez what'd you think I was talkin' about?"
Monk laughed nervously, "Oh. . . nothing, heh heh."
He paused, "You're making chicken potpie? But it's not Tuesday."
"I know. Just thought it'd be nice," she replied.
Monk walked over to her timidly and bent down to kiss her gently on the cheek. "Thanks."
Sharona felt the side of her face go numb and put her hand up to it, "Anytime," she said dreamily.
******* Sitting down for dinner with Monk and Benjy, Sharona said a prayer and they began eating. Monk had around him three different plates-one for green beans, one for mashed potatoes, and one of potpie.
Usually Monk could devote his full attention to his potpie but tonight he couldn't help but keep sneaking glances over at Sharona.
She was so beautiful. Everything about her he loved. Even her temper which he saw often enough.
Suddenly, with shocking reality, his mind drifted to the case. A child killer was still at large. The thought made him sick.
He looked over at Benjy who was happily gorging himself on mashed potatoes. The thought that Benjy might be in danger created a lump in his throat. He suddenly felt the urge to solve this case as soon as possible.
He abruptly got up from the table and walked into the living room.
Something was nagging him in the back of his mind. Something about the snake's body missing and the fact that nobody saw anything or anyone unusual during the time of Bethany and Julie's murders. Sharona wandered into the living room, "Adrian, you feeling ok?"
Monk was walking around the room, lost in his Monk World.
"The playground," he muttered, "the grounds. . . yes! I've got it!" he exclaimed.
Sharona smiled.
Monk found himself scared to death wondering what he was doing going over to Sharona's-not for a case, no not this time, not for dinner. At least not yet. . . then what. . . so things might precede further between them?
Well, he knew for certain he wasn't ready or willing for that matter for things to go much farther than they already had.
Sharona interrupted his thoughts by squeezing his hand once before digging into her purse for her keys. She opened the door and Adrian followed her into the kitchen. Just then Benjy entered.
"Mr. Monk!" he shouted happily.
"Hey. . . hey Benjy," Monk nodded to him. He was always pleased to see Benjy-one of the few who accepted him as he was-no questions asked.
"Finish your homework?" Sharona asked him.
"Yep" he said grabbing an apple from the counter. He was about to put his mouth on it when Monk shouted,
"WAIT!"
Monk raced over and grabbed the apple and ran it under the sink for a full minute before handing it back to Benjy.
"What??" Monk responded to the stares from Sharona and Benjy. "Do you know what kind of pesticides they use on fruit trees? Not to mention all the bugs that probably landed on it on it's truck ride to the grocery store. And-"
"Adrian, spare us the lecture," Sharona interrupted him, "we believe you."
"Thanks Mr. Monk," Benjy replied and took a bite from the gleaming apple.
Sharona shook her head. He was still the same Monk. Even though he had put his mouth to hers. . . She smiled remembering their kiss.
"What are you smilin' about Mom?" Benjy asked through a mouthful of apple.
"Ohh. . . nothing," she replied directing her smile to Monk in a flirtatious manner.
Monk's eyes widened.
Benjy looked back and forth between the two of them. Obviously something was going on here.
"Ok, right. Well I'm going to my room for awhile," Benjy said with a smirk.
"Ok Honey, I'll call you when dinner's ready," Sharona called after him. She turned to look at Adrian and saw his face looking thoughtful and sad.
"Hey, you ok?"
"Yeah. I was just thinking. . .about Trudy," Monk sighed.
"Oh Adrian," Sharona gently placed her hands on his smooth cheek, "look at me." Monk refused, his eyes cast downwards.
"Adrian, LOOK at me," Sharona said firmly and he slowly lifted his soft brown eyes to meet her clear blue ones. "Nobody and I mean nobody including me will ever take Trudy's place. Do you understand Adrian? I wouldn't ever try to do that to you."
Monk nodded, "I understand. Thanks Sharona.um I'm sorry. I uh have my moments you know?" "Of course Adrian. You're a one of a kind," She replied rubbing his back gently.
Monk smiled, closing his eyes at Sharona's gesture, "Mmm. . .feels nice."
"Oh I have . . ." Sharona smiled wickedly, "OTHER ways of making you feel nice."
Monk gulped, "Uh Sharona, I don't think that's such a good--"
"I'm making chicken potpie tonight," Sharona explained, she looked over at Monk, "Geez what'd you think I was talkin' about?"
Monk laughed nervously, "Oh. . . nothing, heh heh."
He paused, "You're making chicken potpie? But it's not Tuesday."
"I know. Just thought it'd be nice," she replied.
Monk walked over to her timidly and bent down to kiss her gently on the cheek. "Thanks."
Sharona felt the side of her face go numb and put her hand up to it, "Anytime," she said dreamily.
******* Sitting down for dinner with Monk and Benjy, Sharona said a prayer and they began eating. Monk had around him three different plates-one for green beans, one for mashed potatoes, and one of potpie.
Usually Monk could devote his full attention to his potpie but tonight he couldn't help but keep sneaking glances over at Sharona.
She was so beautiful. Everything about her he loved. Even her temper which he saw often enough.
Suddenly, with shocking reality, his mind drifted to the case. A child killer was still at large. The thought made him sick.
He looked over at Benjy who was happily gorging himself on mashed potatoes. The thought that Benjy might be in danger created a lump in his throat. He suddenly felt the urge to solve this case as soon as possible.
He abruptly got up from the table and walked into the living room.
Something was nagging him in the back of his mind. Something about the snake's body missing and the fact that nobody saw anything or anyone unusual during the time of Bethany and Julie's murders. Sharona wandered into the living room, "Adrian, you feeling ok?"
Monk was walking around the room, lost in his Monk World.
"The playground," he muttered, "the grounds. . . yes! I've got it!" he exclaimed.
Sharona smiled.