Here we go again...
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Chapter Two-Thursday at Three
The days passed uneventfully, with no sign of the former Raye Shields. Her father had begun to talk again, but she had not seen him laugh or smile since the day it had happened. She showed him her pictures from school, and the wonderful grades she had gotten, but other then a stroking of her head, or a "Good job Michiko–chan." He remained in his own world. So it was with great trepidation that she approached his office the week after it had happened. He sat there, glaring tiredly at a stack of paper, idly twisting a pencil in his hands. "Daddy?" He gave no response.
She cleared her throat and repeated it a little louder. His head jerked up, as if he had been asleep, and she stared at him in concern.
"Daddy, are you alright?" she questioned, running over to him and crawling into his lap.
He nodded slightly, and gave a ghost of a smile.
"I will be sweetheart. Things have just not been…going that well lately." He looked towards the large window of his office.
"Daddy?" Michiko questioned, hesitantly.
"Yes sweetheart?"
"What,…what did Mommy do?"
She heard a sharp intake of breath, and looked up into her father's pained eyes. Immediately she scolded herself for asking the question. His eyelids dropped slightly, and his voice was careful when he replied.
"Mo-, Raye did something very, very bad Michiko. I am not happy with her right now. What she has done wouldn't make much sense to you right now though. I know that this will be hard sweetheart, but you are going to have to wait until you are older before I can tell you." He turned back to his paperwork, his posture rigid. She nodded slowly, realizing the subject had come to an obvious close.
Darien gave a small start, as if realizing that she had come there for a reason.
"What do you need Michiko-chan?" She looked back up at him, her voice small.
"It's my practice today Daddy, I need you to take me."
He stared at her blankly.
"My ballet class Daddy. It's every Thursday at 3:00. I need you to take me."
"Oh, of course. Of course. Let me just put these away and we can go." She scrambled off his lap, and ran to get her bag. Darien stood up slowly, gazing out the window. New York bustled blissfully around them, unaware of the pain smothering their family. Miniature people scurried back and forth across the sidewalk, heading towards their destinations, none of them looking up to see the sad, lonely man standing at his window.
Another chapter is complete!!! Victory dance
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