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A/n: I'm really sorry about the mix-up with chapters three and four, I was trying to fix chapter four, and screwed up. I can't fix chapter three because I lost it when my dad fixed the computer, so I'm really sorry about the screw up, but I hope you can still understand the story. P.S.: Dentists SUCK!
B: They talk in this chapter, sort of.
TygrLily: I know what you mean, had I talked to my mother that way, forget the gun, she'd tear me apart with her bare hands.
firexelement: I'm glad you think it's interesting; hope you like the rest of the story.
Chalania: I'm glad that the story has a non-Adam fan hooked so well.
Chapter Six
Civil Conversations
After asking around, it took Mac about fifteen minutes to find Adam's apartment. "Here goes nothing." Mac whispered to herself before knocking on the door.
"It's been more that 30 minutes, that pizza is free!" a guy yelled as he opened the door. "You're not the pizza guy."
"No. I'm looking for Adam, is he here?" Mac asked.
"Yea, just a sec. Yo, Banks! Door." he hollered.
When Adam caught sight of Mac, his face went sour. "What do you want?"
"I called my mom after you gave me the shoebox. After a screaming match, she admitted to sending all of your letters back. I'm sorry that I didn't believe you."
"Did you want a treat or something?"
"No, I just thought that I'd be the bigger person and admit I was wrong. I found out the truth and I came here to tell you. Apparently it's a crime to apologize now. I'm sorry I bothered you." Mac turned to leave. "By the way. Call your mother. She might be able to tell you why you never got my letters."
Mac left Adam standing in the middle of his living room in confusement.
Adam sighed and closed the door. He ran a hand through his hair and picked up the phone to call home.
"Banks residence. Helen speaking."
"Hey Mom, its Adam. I wanted to ask you a couple questions." Adam said.
"What did you need, dear? I can get a care package filled with your favorite treats sent to you immediately. It can be there by tomorrow." Helen said.
"Not quite. Do you remember Kenzie? The little girl from next door. She moved away about twelve years ago."
"Yes, I remember her. She was a sweetheart when she wasn't hiding from her mother."
"I ran into her about a month ago. She's going to my college. And she told me that her mother sent all of my letters back.
"She then told me to talk to you about why I never got her letters. Can you tell me why she said that, Mom?"
"Yes, I can. Connie Roberts hated that Kenzie was so smitten with you. That little girl adored you, and Connie hated that. She didn't want you to be friends; she wanted to turn Kenzie into the perfect Stepford daughter, so to speak.
"Kenzie was everything a little girl shouldn't be, according to Connie. Connie wanted Kenzie to have friends of the female variety. She wanted her daughter to be a girly girl. To wear dresses, have tea parties, dream about her fairy tale wedding.
"But that wasn't the kind of daughter that Nathan Roberts wanted. He wanted her to be happy, healthy and to have friends. To be who she wanted to be. That was one of the reasons that Nathan and Connie fought so much. It ultimately led to their divorce.
"But the custody arrangement was different. Both Nathan and Connie fought tooth and nail over who got custody of Kenzie, neither cared so much about Liam. No one understood how Connie was awarded sole custody of Kenzie, when it was obvious that Nathan was the better parent.
"Before they moved to New York, Connie talked your father and I into hiding any letters that Kenzie sent to you. I knew she meant that she wanted me to send them back, but I couldn't bring myself to do that, so I kept them all. I was hoping to someday give them to you.
"I'm sorry Adam, it was right for Connie, Phillip and I to play fate in your lives."
"Yea, you're right, Mom. It wasn't right for you to play fate in our lives. I'd like if you mailed those letters to me." Adam said and hung up the phone.
Banks Home - Edina, Minnesota
The phone rang through the house for a second time that day; Helen picked it up.
"Banks residence, this is Helen speaking."
"Helen, it's Connie. We have a problem." a voice that Helen dreaded hearing after so many years of silence came through the receiver.
"No, Connie, you have a problem. I'm sure by now that Kenzie has read Adam's letters. I'm mailing her letters to Adam. This is out of our hands now. We've done enough damage." Helen said.
"Don't you dare send those letters to him. He doesn't need to read them. Neither of them needed to know about those letters." Connie snarled.
"Well, then, maybe you shouldn't have sent Adam's letters back. I'd really like to know how you got custody of Kenzie over Nathan. Nathan deserved that little girl. What did you do, sleep with the judge?"
"No, I simply informed him that it would be in his better interest to give me custody of Mac. Otherwise his wife would find out about him sleeping with their nanny." Contessa Williams fumed, slammed the phone down.