A/N: Sister1256, we don't know if Hildie is obsessed with Jolie, but she is attached to her for the reasons. Reader575, it was an emotional chapter, but we needed to find out why some of the characters behave the way they do. Keep the tissues close by. You're right, Nora has a lot of work to do to regain trust. Not sure if I've told you, I have to finish this story so I can catch up on Desert Princess. Love me some Amir Fitz and Amira Olivia. Sweet160717, Bowtie is a male, and like the Grant men, he believes in protecting family - womenfolk, even though he was not treated well. Marion shared her background with Ben, but that doesn't mean she will change overnight. Glad you remembered Hildie and Gwendolyn didn't get along when the Popes moved in. The foundation for everything that happens in this story has been laid long ago. I'm a little slow so it takes time to unfold the story. Ben was needed at the house because he was being dedicated as Jolie's godfather. The godfather ceremony is a big deal for the Grant family. The relevance of the motorcycle accident is to show how Olivia is now reacting to missing Fitz' anxiety attacks, which resulted from their car accident. Remember she told Fitz she didn't want to miss anything again. We'll see more of this. You'll find out what that look Fitz gave Olivia about visiting Africa is really all about. Remember, waaaay back when Olivia was expressing passive aggressive behavior toward her mother. A reviewer wondered why Olivia seems angry. We're now getting a sense of why. More to come. BTW, the hints indicate a particular aspect of the story will show up again, but not always in the way you might think. So, don't twist yourself into a knot trying to figure it all out. No divorce. Tamarral, Abby can only be Abby. Emma, thank you for choosing to participate. Everyone Olitz cares about made an appearance in this chapter. I even pulled Mona's husband Tom out of moth balls. City Hall is still a mess, we'll see how Fitz handles his job moving forward. Remember, he made a tough decision to stop funding new charter schools. Not sure how the citizens are going to accept that. Cleo, you felt nothing for Marion? You're tough. So, you've transferred your disdain for Victoria to Nora — 'nasty heffer'. Too funny. And, you're not liking Liv's parents too much either. So, they're not worth a damn? You always tell it like it is. Monica, the parents have come a long way since that first meeting at the wedding rehearsal dinner. You're right about the chapter title. All of your questions will be answered in upcoming chapters. As for JoJo, it's just a nickname for Jolie, nothing more. Guest 1, you're right, Cena is older than Ethan. Glad you're reading carefully and keeping me honest. I love it. I was so focused on Jolie. Guest 2, over the past two chapters we have seen two sides of Gerry Grant: the vicious side and the doting grandfather. Nora is broken right now, hopefully she can recover. You caught Maura's little snide remark about Gerry coming home late. She's a little jealous.
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Chapter 51. What's Wrong with Fitzgerald?
I just kept hoping, I just kept hoping
The way would become clear
I spent all this time tryna play now
I found my way here
See, I've been having me a real hard time
But it feels so nice to know I'm gonna be alright.
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This Feeling —Alabama Shakes
Lying on her side, with a hand propping up her head, she watches the full Moon that pierces the pre-dawn sky silhouette his face. She studies the contours of his face, thinking she has missed being with him like this, enjoying the warmth of his body during the early morning hours before he has to get up. Feeling like her darkest days are behind her, she smiles, and snuggles closer. She is happy. Cautious not to disturb his slumber, she presses her lips ever so gently to his, smiling again when he moans.
"Why are you staring at me?" He says with eyes still closed, causing her to jump slightly.
"You scared me. I thought you were sleeping. How long have you been awake?"
"How long have you been staring at me?" Pulling her down for a kiss. She smiles again. She cannot seem to stop smiling.
"Did you mean what you said yesterday?" She asks with a hint of uncertainty.
"Mean what?" He replies in a raspy voice, trying to adjust his eyes to the moonlit room.
"You know", nudging him slightly.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. What did I say?" Giving her a puzzled look. Still uncomfortable being vulnerable, she stares at him for a while.
"You said – 'I love you'".
"You do? Well that's good to hear", kissing her again.
"You're such a bugger. You're teasing me."
"I am. I like seeing this side of you – unguarded."
"It's almost time for your run."
"I'm not running this morning."
"You're not?" Looking at him with surprise. "You never miss a run."
"I'm staying here — with you. I've missed you." Her eyes fill with tears as he rolls on top, kissing down her neck until he reaches her breast. Slowly running his tongue around the firm nipple, she moans as she feels him come alive against her thigh. Tender from the multiple rounds of lovemaking last night, she tenses as he begins to slide inside. He pauses, kisses her tenderly until he feels her relax beneath him. He enters her fully.
"Are you okay?" Refraining from moving inside.
She nods, pulls him down for kiss, and he devours her mouth as he begins to pump slowly. Moist with arousal, she spread her legs, the soreness giving way to the sensation. She moves with him, pressing her hands to his buttocks, pulling him in deeper. Her walls lock around him and he moans with pleasure, quickening the pace and thrusting deeper.
"Oh, god, Ben", she gasps, wrapping a leg around his waist so he can titillate her the ways she likes it. And with each glorious thrust, her breath quickens, digging her fingertips into his hard latissimus dorsi muscles. When he touches the spot, her body tenses, and the unmistakable whimper escapes her lips. She no longer has control of her extremities. Her hands drop from his back and her leg falls from around his waist. She trembles involuntarily. She feels wonderful.
Flush and frenzied by her pulsating walls, he tosses the bedcovers aside and pumps slowly and rythmically. The feeling is indescribable, and he wants to cum but he does not want the feeling to end, so enjoys the ride. She knows he is close, so she lifts here hips to meet him, and he thrusts deeper and deeper. Suddenly his body jerks, and a cocktail of nature's perfect drugs flood his brain as he spills deep inside. And, like the addict whose vein is filled with heroin, the pleasure is immediate and immeasurable. He is floating - lit up. He grinds slowly, enjoying the last vestiges of the ineffable pleasure. Muscles now relaxed, he collapses on top of her, both exhilarated and drowsy. He kisses her hard and she tightens her arms around his waist, stopping him from rolling onto his back. She wants to cuddle.
"Amazing. You're amazing. I'm amazing. I feel amazing", she sings at the top of her lungs. Brains awash with dopamine, they both laugh out loud.
"Yes - I love you", his warm breath wafting over her ear. He slides out, pecks her on the lips, and rolls onto his back. For the next few minutes they laugh as the Sun begins to peek over the horizon.
"Where's the cover, Ben? It's getting cold", snuggling closer to his flush body. He pulls the cover from the floor and haphazardly throws it over them, and she rests her head on his shoulder.
"We better get some sleep, Fitz and Liv will be here later", he says through the yawn.
"I'll be long gone before they get here", she yawns, too.
"Why?" Studying her face in the light of dawn.
"It was clear yesterday Olivia wants to speak with you about something urgent— personal."
"Whatever Olivia and Fitz have to say - they can say it in front of my girl."
"So - I'm your girl?" Running a foot up and down his leg.
"You're always my girl", kissing her again.
"What do you think Olivia wants to speak with you about? She seemed a bit agitated when she pulled aside. Fitz didn't seem too happy about whatever she was saying to you."
"I have no idea. She just said they needed to meet with me today. I didn't detect anything was wrong yesterday. My goddaughter's party was spectacular. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves."
"By the way — that is a pretty handsome watch Fitz gave you. Vintage?"
"It is", he smiles, looking down at his wrist.
"Are you ever going to take it off?" She chuckles, kissing down his jaw.
"Never — well maybe when I shower. These old watches aren't waterproof. We all get a watch - to remind us to always make time for family. Fitz knew I wanted an Omega chronograph since I was a teenager."
"Your family has such wonderful traditions, Ben. I miss not having that experience", she says sadly.
"I want you with me all day. What do you want to do after they're gone?"
"I don't know. It's Sunday."
"How about we go to the zoo?"
"The zoo? You're kidding. I've never been to the zoo."
"We can pet the ponies and make silly faces at the monkeys."
"Can I feed the elephants?" She asks excitedly.
"I'm not sure if they allow visitors to feed the animals — but we can ask", he adds quickly when he sees the disappointment on her face.
"I'd like that. It sounds like fun."
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The dour expressions on the faces of the two people standing before her are in stark contrast to the smiles and bright eyes she saw yesterday when the proud parents celebrated their youngest daughter's first birthday. Marion knows immediately something is wrong.
"Olivia — Fitz, good afternoon. Come in", she says in a cheerful tone.
"Good afternoon, Marion", Olivia says, pecking Marion on the cheek.
"Marion", Fitz says flatly, pecking her on the cheek as well.
"Have a seat — please", Marion says, motioning her hand toward the sofa lined with an assortment of decorative pillows.
Fitz leans back against the pillows, pressing his side close to the armrest, and crossing his legs. Olivia sits to his left, not a breath of space between them. Marion eyes the couple, wondering what has them on edge today.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Marion asks cautiously.
"No — no. We're fine", Olivia answers quickly, glancing at her husband.
"Ben is in the bedroom — on the phone with the hospital — he'll be out shortly."
Fitz nods and Olivia smiles slightly when she sees Marion is wearing the top to Ben's scrubs.
"Jolie's party was something out of a fairy tale. I don't think I've seen that many balloons in one place in my life. And when she walked – then said dada— so adorable." Fitz gives Marion another tight smile, and now Marion is certain something is wrong. Fitz was so excited yesterday when Jolie talked for the first time, but today he seems nonchalant about the milestone.
"Thanks to her big sister training her for weeks. Cena is a terrific teacher", Olivia says, trying to extend the small talk.
Ben enters the room and a broad smile spread across his face when he sees his brother and sister-in-law sitting on the sofa.
"Fitz — Liv", hugging his brother then pecking Olivia on the cheek. "Sorry for the delay — I needed to check on a patient."
"No worries — we were just catching up with Marion", Olivia says with a weak smile. Failing to recognize his brother and Olivia's grim demeanor, Ben continues to rave about the watch.
"I love it, brother. I can't believe you were able to find one with three registers."
"I'm glad you like it, Bennie. Wear it in hold health", Fitz says solemnly.
"Like it — I love it", Ben continues with exuberance as he sits on the arm of Marion's chair and pecks her on the cheek. "I've been wanting one of these forever."
"He hasn't taken it off since the party — even slept in it." Marion says with a chuckle and shake of her head. Olivia smiles slightly, happy Ben has found someone that makes him happy.
"So how is my goddaughter doing today?" Ben asks, running his hand up and down Marion's back.
"Now that she's walking - she's getting into everything. I think she's exhausted from yesterday - though", Olivia says, trying to sound upbeat.
"She'll be my running partner in a few years", Ben laughs, still oblivious to Fitz and Olivia's demeanor. "Can I get you anything?" Looking between the two.
"No — thank you. Marion already offered", Olivia says softly. Marion discreetly nudges Ben, signaling that something is amiss. Bennie looks at Fitz then Olivia, now realizing the two are uncharacteristically quiet.
"Why don't I leave you all alone to talk", Marion says, beginning to stand.
"No — stay, Marion. Please." Olivia says with a hint of desperation in her voice. Marion nods and settles back in the chair.
"Fitz — Liv, what's going on? What's wrong?" Bennie asks with concern as he watches Olivia wring her hands, her telltale sign she is anxious.
"Olivia thought we should speak with you", Fitz says tersely. Bennie looks his brother then back at Olivia. Fitz rarely calls his wife Olivia, another sign something is not right.
"We — I need your professional opinion, Ben", Olivia says in an equally terse, but trembling tone. Ben furrows his brow because he has never seen the two behave this way. Marion watches Fitz' jaw clench and face redden as Olivia tells his story of anxiety and panic. She does not know if he is more embarrassed or angry.
"I had no idea he was suffering— was in emotional pain", glancing at her husband again, whose eyes are fixed on an object across the room.
"I'm not suffering, Olivia", he says brusquely, still looking at the object across the room.
"He's been having panic attacks — since the accident."
"Fitz?" Ben says with concern, walking across the room and sitting on the coffee table to face his brother.
"I've only had a couple of incidents, Bennie."
"Tell me what's going on, brother. Why are you having panic attacks?" Before Fitz can respond, Olivia answers for him, and he bites down on his bottom lip.
"He hasn't gotten over the accident." Ben looks at the fear in Olivia's eyes, nods his head slowly, then looks at his brother, who is wound as tight as a drum.
"It's complicated, Bennie", offering his own explanation.
"I understand, brother", Ben says softly, and Fitz looks at his brother with furrowed brow. "Family is everything. We do everything within our power to protect family - that's what we've heard dad say all our lives. Hell — we heard it again yesterday. It's a noble belief - but it's not always practical. Unfortunately, we don't have control over everything that happens in our lives – good or bad. I won't tell you not to feel bad about what happened – you have a right to your feelings. But - I will say do not let the past control you." Marion nods.
Olivia squeezes her husband's hand and Ben sets his hand on Fitz' knee, both reassuring him they are here for him and everything is going to be all right. Eyes brimming with tears, Fitz stares into his brother's eyes for a few moments and nods as well.
"He's been taking pills, Ben", Olivia blurts out, digging into her purse for the brown plastic bottle. "They're left over from when he was discharged from the hospital — months ago." Fitz clenches his jaw again and resumes staring at the object across the room.
Bennie frowns at the bottle of pills then looks at Fitz', crimson red face. He takes the pills from Olivia's hand, reads the label, then stomps toward the kitchen. The grinding sound of the garbage disposal and water running in the sink interrupt the silence. Marion glances at Fitz, and he averts his eyes. She glances at Olivia, and sees the love and concern for her husband in her eyes. It is obvious Olivia loves her husband deeply.
Ben returns to the room and sits on the edge of the coffee table, facing his brother. "About the pills, Fitz", Ben says softly and without judgment.
"I only took them every now and then. I haven't taken one in a while."
"I believe you", Ben says, and Fitz feels somewhat relieved. He does not want his brother to think he is weak.
"Ben — I need to know the dangers of taking those pills if there is no longer a medical reason."
"I'm not hooked, Olivia", Fitz says with an edge to his voice, pulling his hand from hers.
"Liv - I prescribe opioids every day for my patients. They need something after surgery, and for all the negative press, opioids are the best medications for short-term pain management. Because these drugs are highly addictive for some — I wean my patients off them as soon as possible."
Olivia nods.
"Liv - addiction is not my area of expertise. Marion has been doing a lot of work in this area — from a public health standpoint. Marion", Ben says, shaking his girlfriend from her thoughts.
"I'm sorry — what did you say?"
"Tell us about the work you've been doing with opioid addiction in the city."
"Opioid addiction is a national epidemic - it knows no social class, gender, or race. I've been working with the Police Commissioner Fredericks to address this epidemic as a public health issue in our city", glancing briefly at Fitz because he has been involved in some of the discussions she has had with the police commissioner.
"Any drug we put in our body changes the chemistry of the brain. Long term opioid use affect parts of the frontal lobe executive functions like judgement, impulse control, and insight. Once the brain is changed — it never goes back to the way it was."
Olivia gasps and brings a hand to her mouth, and his shame heightens.
"Whether one becomes addicted or not depends on how long one has been using the drug. Long term opioid and heroin — "
"Heroin?" Olivia screeches.
"Olivia - heroin is a form of the prescription opioid pain relievers. When a person can no longer legally obtain prescription opioids — they usually turn to the cheaper street drugs like heroin and fentanyl." Tears stream down Olivia's face and she looks at her husband with panic in her eyes."
"I haven't taken any of those things, Liv", Fitz says glumly, still staring at the object across the room. Olivia stares at his profile for a while, nods, then turns back to Marion.
"The good news, Olivia, Fitz has only used the pills sporadically— not for years." Marion glances at Fitz and he nods. "There is no damage done to the brain for short-term usage."
Olivia nods and caresses her husband's hand.
"As Ben said - opioids are addictive. Research shows one in seven people who refill an opioid prescription will be addicted in one year."
"I've not refilled the prescription. There isn't a refill. The pills were left over from …."
Seeing the pain and shame on Fitz' face, Ben steps in to support his brother.
"Fitz, opioids are to help with short term physical pain — not the emotional pain that's triggering the anxiety. There is a lot of help available to combat the anxiety. I'm here for you. I won't let you suffer. Okay?"
Fitz nods and Olivia intertwines her hands with her husband's and places them close to her stomach.
"Thank you, Marion. Thank you, Ben. I feel much better that you explained everything to us. Can you send me the names of someone we can speak with about the anxiety?"
"Of course", Ben says, and the corner Fitz' mouth twitch again.
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Silently fuming as they sit in the truck in the parking lot of Ben's apartment building, he now regrets telling his wife about the panic attacks and the pills. When he told her, he did not expect her to broadcast his weakness to Bennie or anyone else. And, he only agreed to meet with Bennie to appease her. He resented every damn minute he sat on that sofa listening to her talk about him as if he were not in the room. He turns the key in the ignition and starts the truck.
"Are you all right?" Sliding her hand across the console and resting it on top of his. He chafes at the question.
"I need to stop at the store — buy another phone", he says gruffly, angrily removing his hand and shifting the truck into gear. She glances at him wondering what happened to his phone.
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Cena sits at the granite island top, swinging her legs back and forth as she diligently reviews the new vocabulary list in preparation for her test today. She has been practicing the new words with her Nana and is confident she will ace the test. When she hears the heavy footsteps clomping against the hardwood floor in the family room, she quickly swipes her finger up the screen. She wants to show her father she can spell all the new words.
Fitz frowns when he enters the kitchen and sees his daughter staring intently at her tablet screen. He tosses his suit jacket onto the back of the chair and walks over to the coffee maker.
"Good morning, Fitzgerald", Gwendolyn says cheerily, lifting the mug of ginger tea to her lips.
"Good morning, Gwendolyn", he replies flatly.
"Daddy, look", Cena says excitedly, holding up her tablet so he can see the vocabulary list.
"Why is Cena on her tablet this morning?" He says to his wife who is standing at the stove preparing his breakfast. Startled by his tone, Olivia turns with a puzzled look on her face. "She's picking up that habit from you — looking down at that screen all the time", annoyance lacing is voice. Cena pokes out her bottom lip, slowly closes the tablet, and stares at the red stickers on its cover.
"That's not true. Besides, you're the one who's on their tablet more than anyone— posting pictures all the time", turning away from the stove and placing a hand on her hip. She knows he is picking a fight because he is upset about going to Bennie's yesterday.
"I want her reading — not playing games", he persists.
"She's not playing games - she's studying for her vocab test today. She wanted to show you the new words she learned how to spell." Filled with embarrassment, he expels a heavy sigh then looks at his daughter who is close to tears.
"I'm sorry, Princess, daddy didn't mean to upset you. Can you show me your new words?" Kissing the top of her head. Gwendolyn looks at her son-in-law wondering what is wrong with Fitzgerald this morning.
"Come on, Cena, it's time to go. We don't want to be late this morning", Calvin says, pulling on his jacket as he walks into the kitchen. Cena immediately jumps down from her seat, slides the tablet from the island top, and runs to the foyer to wait for her grandfather. "And don't forget to put on your thinking cap for your test", Calvin calls out playfully to his granddaughter.
With arms folded across her chest, Olivia glares at her husband, silently signaling he better go make things right with his daughter. He huffs and walks from the kitchen. Gwendolyn and Calvin share a look, wondering what is wrong with the lovebirds this morning.
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Walking down the marble hall on the fifth floor of City Hall, Fitz thinks about how crappy his day has been so far. He definitely got out on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Truthfully, he has been grumpy and irritable since he and Olivia left Bennie's apartment yesterday. He intentionally tried to start an argument with his wife, which only resulted in him upsetting his daughter. Not in the mood to battle with one of Wilson's toadies, he sighs as he approaches the mayor's reception area. He does not know Rodger Barksdale, the new mayor; in fact, he has not seen the man since being sworn in as council president, and that was over four months ago. Barksdale sent a message to his home on Saturday, wanting to meet with him as soon as possible to discuss Wilson's resignation. Of course, he was not going to interrupt his daughter's first birthday to deal with another scandal at City Hall. And, sure was not going to City Hall after that meeting with Bennie.
"Go right in, Council President Grant. The mayor is waiting for you", the former mayor's assistant says. Fitz nods, noticing the woman seems much happier today. When he enters the office, it feels weird not seeing Wilson leaning back in his chair and puffing on a cigar.
"Good morning, Council President Grant", the squat, middle-aged man says as he stands from the chair that is much too big for him.
"Good morning, Mr. Mayor", Fitz says as he accepts the handshake.
"Have a seat please."
Fitz nods, sits in one of the chairs facing the desk, and crosses his legs, revealing a pair of the colorful socks Olivia bought while they were down at the pier on Valentine's Day. The mayor returns to his seat and Fitz muses how the oversized chair seems to swallow whole the small-statured man.
"Can I offer you a cup a coffee? I must warn you — it's not very good. I made it myself", Barksdale chuckles.
"No — thank you", Fitz says with a wave of the hand, and Barksdale nods.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me this morning, Mr. Grant."
Fitz smiles slightly, thinking Wilson was never as courteous as the new mayor seems to be. Wilson enjoyed summoning people to his office.
"I assume Wilson's resignation was a surprise to you like it was to us all", a statement, not a question.
"It was", Fitz says guardedly, still trying to size up the man.
"The City Charter mandates the Executive seat not be vacant for more than 24 hours - regardless of the reason. Our citizens must be confident their city officials are still working on their behalf. There was a private swearing in ceremony in the mayor's ballroom on Saturday. Under the circumstances I didn't think a lot of pomp and circumstance was appropriate. I'm sorry you were unable to attend."
"I had a prior family commitment I was not going to miss for any thing."
"I see — understandable. Family is very important."
Fitz nods.
"Mr. Grant, I'm keenly aware of the contentious relationship you and the former mayor had. It could be quite challenging working with Theodore - the man was so consumed by power. I'm certain that kind of greed had a role in his downfall."
Unsure of the man's agenda, Fitz remains silent. He has had sufficient experience during his brief tenure as council president to know everybody in this building has an agenda.
"You put sanctions on Wilson which limited his authorities - but the sanctions were not going to stop him."
"The Council sanctioned the former mayor", Fitz quickly corrects the man, and Barksdale nods with a smile. He knows the man sitting before initiated the sanctions and actively lobbied council members' support.
"I did not seek out this position, Mr. Grant. I never had any interest in the public part of being a public servant. I have always preferred staying in the background – serve from behind as it were."
"And yet here you are", Fitz says.
"And yet here I am" echoing Fitz' sentiment. "I have no business being in this office. I am not a politician and have no plans of becoming one. I will fulfill my duties — as outlined in the Charter. I will serve this great city for the next 18 months — finish Wilson's term — but after that — I'm done. I will not seek a second term. My wife and I will retire and move to Olympia. We bought a little house up there years ago – down by the lake."
Fitz nods, thinking the man is sharing a lot of personal information. He is nothing like Wilson.
"I'm sure you're wondering why am I telling you all of this", Barksdale says, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the desk. "Mr. Grant - I think you are the future of this city. You should run this city — become the city's executive — sit in this office. One man's floor is another man's ceiling", he says with a distant look in his eyes.
Fitz' eyes grow eye. He surely was not expecting Barksdale to suggest he run for mayor when he walked into the office 30 minutes ago.
"You have demonstrated that you care about the people of this city, Mr. Grant. You're tough — wasn't afraid to take on Wilson — as so many others were afraid to do over the years. More importantly — the people of this city love you. I saw how they responded to you during your campaign. I knew back then one day you would sit on this side of the desk."
"You certainly knew more than me", still stunned by the man's pronouncement.
"Well — it is your decision— of course. I just wanted you to know that over the next 18 months I look forward to having an amicable relationship with you and the council. I did not support many of Wilson's policies — especially his desire to privatize our police department — I won't be pushing for that. In my opinion, privatization is just short of militarization. But — we do have some serious financial problems with our police department — and we need to find a reasonable way to address them."
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Walking down the hall toward the floor-to ceiling, double glass doors, Marcella reflects on the first time she and her friends visited the office. The building is just a few miles from Springfield Heights, but she had never step foot inside the grand building. Before meeting Mr. Grant and agreeing to support his campaign, she never had reason to think about entering the building. Frankly, she never had reason to enter any of the downtown office buildings.
Awestruck does not describe how she felt when she and her friends entered the reception area nestled behind the glass doors. She had never seen anything like it. Everything was so bright, clean, and new; not like the old furniture at the community center. Although she shielded her feelings from the others, she knew she was in a different kind of place, and that made her uncomfortable.
"Marcella - it's so good to see you. It's been quite some time since you've been here", Sandra says, standing from behind her desk to greet the young woman.
"Hello, Miss Butler. It's good to see you as well."
"Remember - I'm Sandra. We don't go on formalities around here." Marcella smiles politely. "I'll let Marcus know you're here. He's doing a fantastic job — we're quite proud of him."
A few minutes later, Marcella watch Marcus walk down the long hall toward the reception area, buttoning his suit jacket. They both smile when their eyes meet.
"Marcella, it's good to see you. I'm glad you called", embracing his friend in a warm hug.
"It's good to see you, too, Marcus. Thanks for making time to see me."
"Making time? We're friends - I always have time."
"Marcus, catering has set up lunch in your office", Sandra says, standing next to her desk.
"Thank you, Sandra", Marcus says, giving the office manager a smile. "Come on Marcella — let's catch up my office."
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"You really look like you belong here, Marcus", Marcella says, glancing around the space.
"This is what I've always wanted, Marcella. I worked my ass off for an opportunity like this."
"So - what's your day like? What do you do in a place like this all day?" She asks, walking over to the window that overlooks the park.
"It varies. Some days I do research for Gregory. Other days I submit briefs over a City Hall. Sometimes I get to travel out of town — to a client's site. I like the variety. It's everything I thought it would be – and more. Some days I have to pinch myself to make sure it's all real", he says excitedly.
"That's good. It sounds exciting. I'm happy for you."
"So — how are you doing? What's been going on since our last meeting?"
"I'm fine", she says, looking at Marcus' diplomas hanging on the wall.
"Is something wrong, Marcella? Are you here about the moratorium on charter schools? I've made my position clear on that matter", turning and sitting in the chair behind his desk.
"No – we've all agreed to support Mr. Grant on the moratorium – even Rashid." Marcus nods.
"Sit down, Marcella - you're pacing around like a cat on a hot tin roof." Marcella forces a smile and sits in a chair in front of the desk.
"Isn't it funny that we used to have lunch meetings in Mr. Grant's office and now we're having lunch in your office?" Marcella says, glancing at the lunch setup on the small table across the room.
"It's crazy — isn't it?" Marcus laughs as he leans back in the chair.
"I know you like it here, Marcus, but do you ever feel like – like you don't belong in a place like this?"
"Never", he says without hesitation. "What is this all about, Marcella?" Studying her face closely. He has never seen Marcella nervous. In fact, she was always the most self-assured amongst their little crew.
"I've been offered a job – a different kind of job", she clarifies, and a smile spread across Marcus' face.
"Wow – that's terrific. Where – doing what?"
"At Mrs. Grant's foundation. She now has some bigtime job with Bryson's Foods and she's turning the foundation over to Mona. She wants me to be Mona's assistant."
"That's wonderful, girl", Marcus says, jumping up from his seat and giving her a hug. "Meeting the Grants was the best thing that could've happened to us. I'm working for Mr. Grant and you'll be working for his wife. When do you start?"
"I haven't accepted the offer, Marcus", stepping back and looking at him nervously. "I told her I needed a few days to think about it."
"You haven't accepted? Why the hell not? This is such a great opportunity for you. What is there to think about?"
"Marcus - you know I was born and raised in Springfield Heights. I left for a while to go to college – but I came right back after graduating to work at the community center."
"Marcella, don't doubt yourself. You are smart. You are talented. You can do this."
"I'm scared, Marcus. You always saw yourself doing more — being more. I never dreamed about doing anything different", she says, brushing the back of her hand over her cheek.
"You are good enough, Marcella. "You deserve more."
XXX
After playing with her GranPop all morning, Jolie crawls onto her activity blanket and falls fast asleep. Calvin's old bones creak as he carefully stands from the floor and pulls the cashmere throw from the sofa. He covers his granddaughter then heads to the kitchen. He needs a cup of Café Touba. He stops abruptly in the kitchen doorway when he hears his wife detailing Hildie's sad story to Olivia.
"Dear, Lord", he exclaims. "That poor woman." Olivia and her mother turn in surprise and look at Calvin, then resume their conversation.
"Livvia, she is concerned that you and Fitzgerald will terminate her", Gwendolyn continues.
"Why would she think such a thing?"
"Baby - Hildie was placed in a mental institution after she lost her family. She's afraid you and Fitzgerald will think she is no longer suitable to do her job — to take care of Jolie."
"Livvia and Fitzgerald would never think such a thing. That poor woman needs our support. She's like family", Calvin says, pouring a cup of the spicy coffee. Olivia nods her head slowly.
"By the way, Rev. Walker said he hasn't seen you and Fitzgerald in church in a while. He's hoping to see you soon."
"We'll be there next Sunday, mom. Can you and dad watch Jo on Wednesday? I have to deliver my proposal to Fred Bryson."
"I thought you had another week before it was due", her mother says.
"I needed to finish early. I hope Fred will be satisfied with what I'm proposing."
"You worry too much, Livvia. Bryson is going to love your work."
"I hope so, mom. I have so many things I have to wrap my head around right now. So much is going on."
XXX
Councilmen Dawson and Johnston sit on the sofa in the reception area, waiting patiently for Fitz' new assistant to make their presence known to the council president. They each reflect on the changes that have befallen City Hall in less than a week; it is all so staggering. Wilson has stepped down as mayor, and no one has a clear understanding why he decided to resign on a Saturday morning. Everyone knows Wilson enjoyed the power he derived from sitting in the Executive's chair. So, no one believes he has resigned to focus on his upcoming trial.
Almost as astounding as Wilson's resignation is the news that Fitz has decided not renew Darius' chairmanship of the Appropriations Committee. Darius has held the coveted position of the powerful committee for years, and he has been Fitz' trusted advisor since the new council president was sworn into office in January. It is widely known Darius enjoyed the sway he had over the rookie council president, but that apparently that has changed. They wonder what Darius could have done to lose the favor of the council president. They wonder the crime their colleague committed to warrant such a swift and embarrassing punishment.
Less important, but of note, Fitz has terminated his attractive assistant. Although politically inconsequential, the men enjoyed admiring her beauty whenever they visited Fitz. While no one knows the real truth about what has prompted all the changes, one thing is clear, Fitzgerald Grant is not afraid to make tough decisions.
"Councilmen Johnston — Dawson — Council President Grant will see you now", the middle-aged assistant announces. Both men nod as they walk toward the office.
XXX
Fitz stands, plastering on his politician's smile as he walks around the desk to welcome his guests.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen", he greets, shaking the men's hands.
"Good afternoon, Fitz", the men respond as Fitz walks over to the credenza to pour another cup of the fabulous coffee.
"Coffee — gentlemen?" Gesturing the coffee pot in their direction. "It's wonderful – the best I've ever had", he boasts.
"No — no", the councilmen respond, shaking their heads. Fitz nods, walks over to the desk, and sits in the large leather chair.
"Have a seat", motioning his head toward the two chairs in front of the desk.
As the councilmen settle into their seats, Fitz sips the hot, black coffee and smiles inwardly.He must remember to ask Mrs. Handley where she buys the soothing java. He sets the cup onto the saucer and leans back in the seat.
"An institution is the length and shadow of one man - Ralph Waldo Emerson", he says, his cold blue eyes belie the smile on his face. "Institutions are just collections of rules - norms agreed upon by human beings. If leaders attack, denigrate and abuse them - they will be weakened and this - in turn - will weaken the character and quality of democracy."
Johnston and Dawson stare at the council president. They have no idea what the hell Fitz is talking about. Fitz seems to be different, changed in some way.
"Wilson and others denigrated this system — sold out the people of this city for decades — for personal enrichment", Fitz continues.
"Wilson and Marla are behind us, Fitz. The people want change. They want someone who is professional. They want someone they can trust. They want Fitzgerald Grant", Johnston says.
"Trust? Is anyone in this building trustworthy? This place is a barrel of crabs - everyone clawing over each other to obtain some mythical power."
"The people see you as their hope, Fitz. Barksdale might be mayor for now — but nobody knows who the hell he is", Johnson says, waving his hand in the air.
"Wilson made sure of that", Dawson adds.
"I met with him this morning — he's a good man", Fitz says, leaning forward and bringing the coffee cup to his lips.
"Well – well - well. Staking his claim already", Dawson says.
"Not at all. He's not interested in being mayor. In fact - he's not interested in politics. Barksdale doesn't plan to run for re-election. He wants to complete Wilson's term, then retire with his wife. Quite frankly that sounds rather appealing."
"Interesting", Johnston says, nodding his head with a smile. "Then the door is wide open for you to walk into that big office upstairs - step right into the Executive's seat."
"Whoa— whoa. Hang on there. You're getting ahead of yourself, Johnston. I haven't given any thought to running for mayor. This Wilson thing is only 48 hours old."
"You don't have much time to wait, Fitz. The vultures are circling this building as we speak."
"Republican mayors are rare in America's big cities, Johnston", Fitz says, taking another sip of coffee.
"Rare — but not non-existent", Dawson chimes in quickly. "Indianapolis has elected Republican mayors for 36 out of the last 48 years. Miami has elected numerous Republicans. Fort Worth, Oklahoma City, and San Diego have also elected Republican mayors."
Fitz sets down the cup, leans back, and looks at Johnson and Dawson, thinking the men have done their homework.
"Just think about it, Fitz. We're going to have to line up donors if you intend to run. You're going to need a lot of money. Your activist friends won't be enough to get you over the finish line this time", Johnston says.
"Of course, I have to talk to Olivia about this. We just came off a nasty campaign. I don't know if I want to subject my family to that again." Truthfully, does not know if he wants to go through the rigor of another campaign.
The two men nod and stand to leave. Dawson, never accused of being politically correct, stops in the middle of the room and looks at Fitz.
"What the hell happened with you and Darius, Fitz?"
XXX
It has been a while since Olivia has walked down the halls of Bryson Foods headquarters. So much has been going on in her personal life, preventing her from working in the office two days a week as she planned when she accepted the position three months ago. Feeling somewhat light-headed, she inhales deeply and continues toward the reception area.
"Olivia - it is so good to see you. It's been a while."
"It's good to see you, too, Deanna."
"You look absolutely wonderful – beaming really."
"Thank you, Deanna", trying keep the nausea at bay. "Is Fred ready to see me?"
"He is. Go right in. We'll catch up later."
XXX
Fred stands when Olivia enters the office, resisting the urge to give the petite woman one of his welcoming hugs.
"Olivia - it is so good to see you", smiling as he takes her small hand into his two beefy hands.
"It's good to see you as well, Fred", smiling as she glances over his shoulder at the incredible view.
"It never gets old."
"It certainly doesn't", Olivia replies.
"Have a seat — please", Fred says, motioning a hand toward the chairs that circle the large conference table.
Olivia sets her purse on one of the chairs and her stomach begins to perform somersaults when she sees her proposal on the table with handwritten notes in the margins. Fred has obviously gone over the document thoroughly. She inhales deeply.
"Can I get you something to drink, Olivia?"
"Perhaps some hot tea", giving Fred a nervous smile.
"Of course,", Fred says, walking over to the beverage bar and pouring a cup of tea.
"Thank you", Olivia says when he sets the cup and saucer in front of her. Her trembling hands placed on her lap prevent her from reaching for the much need tea.
"I was surprised when Deanna delivered your proposal a week early", Fred says, placing his large frame in the plush chair across from her.
"You're a busy man, Fred. I wanted to give you sufficient time to review the proposal thoroughly before we met."
"And I appreciate that, Olivia", setting his tortoise shell reading glasses far down on his nose before picking up the document. Never one to waste words, Fred immediately shares his assessment of the proposal "This is good, Olivia - very good."
Olivia smiles in relief and reaches for the cup of tea.
"There are a few changes I have indicated in my notes— the most significant is your recommendation to house social service centers in the schools. I believe schools should focus solely on academics and not get distracted by trying to provide students and their families every needed service." Olivia nods as she sets the tea cup onto the saucer.
"Fred, my intent was to eliminate any reason families will have for not taking advantage of the full spectrum of services we will provide to support their children's learning. If having these centers in schools is not an option — the next best option is to locate the centers as close to the schools as possible."
"I can support the centers being located near certain schools — that's not a problem. My other changes are minor - you can read them at your leisure", Fred says, closing the folder and handing it to Olivia. "So — when can we get started on implementation?"
"Over the next few months I'll be working with community leaders and charities to understand the services they are currently providing. Where possible – I will look for opportunities to partner with those groups who are currently providing services to the community – while designing new programs. I want to have an implementation plan for your review in 90 days."
"Very good", Fred says, removing his reading glasses and setting them onto the table.
"Will there be anything else, Fred?" studying the odd expression on the man's face.
"As a matter of fact - there is. How is Thandee doing these days?"
Olivia's eyes widen and the two stare at each other for a moment. She had no idea Fred knew about Marla's daughter.
"I know all about, Marla's daughter, Olivia. Marla and I were friends. Though - I wished she had come to me rather than take those drastic measures to keep Thandee at New Horizons."
Taken aback by Fred's knowledge of Thandee's situation, Olivia sits back in the chair and listens intently.
"I understand you and your husband have been paying for Thandee's care." Olivia squints slightly, wondering how Fred knows she and Fitz are paying for Thandee's care. After the funds Marla embezzled from the city were exhausted, they agreed to pay for Thandee's expenses at New Horizon. She could not allow Marla's daughter to be moved to a state-run institution. That would have broken Marla's heart.
"I want to help."
"Help?" Olivia says, finally finding her voice.
"I want to pay for all the expenses — keep Thandee at New Horizons as long as she lives. Marla would want that." Olivia's eyes widen. "Marla and I were friends, Olivia", clearing his threat and shifting in the chair.
"Friends?" Crinkling her brow. He cannot drop a bombshell like that on her and not provide her further explanation.
"Let's just say Marla and I go back a long way. And I know what you're thinking - and the answer is no. I am not Thandee's father. Marla never talked about that part of her life."
Olivia nods slowly.
"I've spoken with my attorneys about the matter", Fred says, standing and walking over to the desk. "Starting next month – all expenses for Thandee's care will be paid through our new corporate philanthropy program. You will find the details in here", picking up a folder from the desk and handing it to Olivia. Olivia nods, trying to process what he just said. "Your husband is a very talented contracts attorney - I'm sure he'll find everything in order."
XXX
Excited does not begin to describe how Olivia feels after Fred accepted her recommendation for the philanthropy program and, unexpectedly volunteered to pay for Thandee's care. She is literally jumping up and down in her office with joy. She runs over to her desk and grabs the phone from her purse, she has to call Fitz and tell him everything. He is always the first person she wants to talk to when she has good news. The knock on the door interrupts her phone call, and she looks up in surprise when she sees Kelly standing in the doorway. She slowly lowers the phone from her ear and presses the red icon to disconnect the call.
"May I speak with you, Mrs. Grant", Kelly says nervously.
"Of course, come in, Kelly", not interested in having the conversation again about how she wants to be addressed.
"I hate to disturb you, Mrs. Grant", she says nervously, looking down at the floor.
"Have a seat Kelly – please."
Kelly carefully sits on the edge of the chair, as if she is afraid she will damage it in some way. She has never sat in a such a plush chair in all her life. She glances at the bay behind Olivia, thinking the bay looks good from this office.
"It is a beautiful view – isn't it?" Olivia says, smiling as she follows Kelly's eyes.
"It is, Mrs. - Olivia", Kelly says with a smile, which she quickly erases from her face.
Olivia sits back in her chair and glances at her beeping phone, Fitz is calling her back. She taps the Decline icon. She will call him later.
"What can I do for you, Kelly?" Kelly glances down at her fidgeting fingers again and inhales deeply before returning Olivia's gaze.
"I didn't want Asha to go to Cena's birthday party", she begins slowly, and Olivia furrows her brow. "Not because Cena isn't a sweet girl – just the opposite. She is so kind and respectful. You and your husband should be proud."
Olivia stares blankly at Kelly because it all sounds so familiar.
"I didn't want Asha to see everything that she – we — don't have. The big house. The family. I didn't want her to see what I have been giving her – can give her - is far less than what her new friend already has."
"Kelly – "
"Olivia - I have lived in Tilghman all my life – that's all I know — that's all Asha knows. My mother had five children – I'm the oldest. While my mother gave birth to her children — I became their mother at an early age – when I was not much older than Asha. My mother liked to party – get high. She would leave us alone for days at a time while she was off doing her thing — which meant at nine years old I had to figure how to feed my four brothers and sisters. And when she finally decided to come back home — she would simply crawl into bed and sleep for days."
Olivia's heart hurts for the woman who is about her age, but she remains silent.
"When I finally managed to graduate high school — which was a miracle since I missed so much time — I moved out of my mother's house as fast as I could. I was happy to be free of my mother and babysitting. If I never saw another child again - it would've been too soon."
Olivia blinks rapidly, desperately trying to fight back the tears.
"But as you can see that didn't last long. Asha's father left shortly after I told him I was pregnant. So once again I was left alone to raise another child — except this time it was my own child — and I couldn't just walk away."
Losing her battle with the tears, Olivia reaches for a tissue.
"I've worked all kinds of jobs – sometimes two or three — all low-paying — to keep a roof over our heads and put food in the refrigerator. I enrolled Asha in Ebony's dance class so she could have after-school care while I worked my second job. That is the best I could do."
Olivia nods.
"I might not be the best mother, Olivia, and I sure can't give Asha the kinds of things you give Cena — but I love her all the same."
"Of course, you do", Olivia manages to croak out.
"Asha has been sad ever since I told her she can no longer be friends with Cena."
Olivia nods because Cena has been sad as well.
"Asha loves Cena - she says Cena is her BFF. She always looked forward to dance class because she would see Cena. She definitely loved going to your beautiful home – spending the weekends. Whenever she came home – she would go on and on about all of the fun she had." She shakes her head in despair.
"We love having Asha at our home - she is adorable. You should be proud."
"I don't want to lose my daughter to you and Fitz", Kelly confesses, and Olivia's eyes widen in disbelief.
"The trip to Seattle - her wanting Fitz to be her father – it all became too much. I saw my daughter slipping away from me – and I couldn't allow that. But now she's so sad."
Olivia walks from behind her desk and sits in the chair next to Kelly. She hands Kelly a tissue and places a comforting hand on Kelly's shoulder. Tears run down her cheeks, too. Damn hormones.
"Kelly - Asha is a beautiful, smart, and funny little girl — and my family enjoys spending time with her. But - Fitz and I are very clear on who her mother is - we would never try to replace you – that is unthinkable. And yes — we live in a wonderful home - and Cena has nice things — but things don't define who we are as a family. Asha gets that. She doesn't care about the size of our home – she just cares that she can spend time with her best friend."
Kelly wipes her tears with the wad of tissues.
"And Asha certainly does not want to replace you — she loves her mommy very much. But — if I'm to be honest — there is a void in her life. She sees how Fitz interacts with Cena and Jolie -and she just wants the same thing – that's all."
"Her father doesn't want to be a part of her life. How do I tell my little girl her own father wants no part of her?" Looking at Olivia as tears stream down her face.
"Kelly, Fitz and I are more than willing to have Asha in our lives. But Kelly — we want to protect our daughter as well. I don't want Asha to come back into Cena's life and you later decide they can't be friends. That would be cruel — for both girls."
"I won't change my mind this time, Olivia. This is the least I can give my daughter."
"Of course, I'll have to discuss this with my husband."
"I understand", Kelly says, brushing the tears away with the soaked ball of tissue.
XXX
When he hears the security alarm chime, Bowtie barks and begins jumping up and down and turning around and around in the family room. Jolie laughs and points to Bowtie as he dashes down the hall. Calvin frowns and shakes his head, thinking the hyperactive dog needs to be on some sort of medication.
"Bowtie", Olivia says, bending and stroking the dog's head. "You're such a good boy." Bowtie whimpers and licks Olivia's hand.
"Livvia - that mongrel needs medication — all that jumping around and barking every time someone comes to the door", Calvin snarls. Olivia shakes her head and pecks her father on the cheek, then she picks up Jolie.
"How's Miss Jo doing this afternoon?" Olivia coos as she tickles her little girl. Jolie laughs hysterically and points to Bowtie."
"Dada – dada", Jolie says, and Calvin rolls his eyes.
"I'm sure Fitzgerald would love to know his daughter mistakes the family pet for him. "How is Fitzgerald doing these days, Livvia? He seems distracted as of late."
"He's busy days, dad. With Mayor Wilson resigning – there's just so much going on."
"Mhm", Calvin grunts, unconvinced by his daughter's explanation. "Your mother is upstairs helping Cena with her homework."
"Then, I'll get dinner started", pecking Jolie on the cheek before setting her onto the floor.
XXX
Still ebullient from today's outcomes, with the sound of Bruno Mars', That's What I Like, playing in her head, Olivia dances toward the pantry and grabs the sack of brown rice from the bottom shelf. She dances back into the kitchen and scoops a cup of brown rice from the sack, rinses it under the running water, then dumps it into the rice cooker. She slides over to the stove, turns on the flame under the skillet, then dances over to the refrigerator and pulls out the package of chicken breasts and vegetables. She sets the items onto the counter, next to the copper farmhouse sink, and begins to slice the mushroom. She cannot wait for Fitz to get home so she can to tell him everything that happened today. Her phone vibrates on the island, so she dances over to the granite top, smiling when she sees Marcella's name display on the screen.
XXX
Later that night, Fitz walk into the bedroom as Olivia scoops a generous amount of the skin caviar from the jar and rubs it onto her leg. She is still humming the song that has been playing all afternoon on a loop in her head.
"Three readings tonight", he says, unfastening his watch.
Cena and Jolie fell asleep after the second reading of Goodnight Moon, but he read it a third time because he stills feel guilty about hurting his daughter's feelings a few days ago. Olivia nods, bouncing to the music in her head as she rubs the cream onto her leg.
"You've been in a good mood all evening", he says, tossing the watch onto the nightstand. He sets his phone onto the charger.
"Do you want me to make an appointment with Dr. Brennan?" They have not talked about their meeting with Ben since they left his apartment, and that was four days ago.
"Not tonight, Olivia", he says somewhat annoyed. She nods and continues to massage the cream onto her leg. "Why did you hang up on me earlier?" He asks, climbing into bed.
"Babe — Fred accepted my proposal today. He had a few minor changes — but he was impressed. He wants to move to implementation as soon as possible", she says quickly and with excitement. He smiles, because she sounds like Cena when she gets excited about something.
"That's terrific, Liv. I knew you could do it — my brilliant wife", leaning over and kissing her on the cheek. "We have to celebrate. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know, babe, I'm too excited to think right now."
"We talked about going away after you submitted the proposal. I'm not sure if that's going to be possible now. This Wilson thing has everything turned upside down."
"What do you mean?" Looking over her shoulder at his twisted face.
"I met with Barksdale this morning."
"I hope he's not another Wilson. He was the deputy-mayor after all."
"Surprisingly — he's nothing like Wilson. He's a good man — not at all interested in being mayor."
"Really?"
"He'll serve out the remainder of Wilson's term then retire. He and his wife have a house in Olympia — they're going to move there. Frankly - I'm somewhat jealous."
"So – who do you think will run for mayor?"
"If Johnston and Dawson have their way - it would be yours truly."
"That's terrific, babe", excitement filling her eyes. "You would make a terrific mayor - everybody loves you. What did Darius have to say?"
"I haven't decided anything yet, Liv", ignoring her question. "I don't know if I want to subject our family to another campaign so soon. Besides — we're moving and have another baby on the way. I'm not sure I want to leave you and the girls alone while I campaign." He opens his tablet and taps the Instagram icon.
"We'll be fine, babe. I'll be fine. You'll be able to do so much good for the city." He nods, continuing to scroll through the pictures he posted of Jolie's party.
"You won't believe this, babe", turning again to look at him.
"What?" Still looking down at the screen.
"Well — you know Fred Bryson and Marla were friends. I'm still not sure the extent of their friendship." He nods. "Babe, Fred wants to pay for Thandee's care — in perpetuity."
"Really?" He says, now looking up from the tablet.
"Somehow he knows we've been paying for her care and he wants to do it as a favor to Marla — through the philanthropy program."
"That's very generous of him. That's one thing off your plate."
"I didn't mind, Fitz." He nods.
"Babe", she says slowly.
"Hmm?" Looking down at the screen again.
"Kelly stopped by today – while I was at the office."
"She did? What did she want?" Looking at his wife suspiciously.
"She's had such a tough life, Fitz. She wants the girls to be friends again."
"Well that's not going to happen", he says emphatically.
"But –"
"I said no, Olivia", and she recoils at the harshness of his tone. "I'm sorry Kelly has had a difficult life – but I'm not going to let her play with my daughter's feelings. I won't allow Cena to get caught up in the vortex of Kelly's vacillation. Who's to say a month from now she won't find another reason to end the friendship."
"She says Asha misses Cee — and you know Cee still misses Asha."
"It's not our job to make her daughter happy – and it damn sure isn't Cena's responsibility."
"But –"
"Cena is doing better – moving along without Asha. She'll find friends in our new neighborhood – at her new school."
Olivia reluctantly nods in agreement. Fitz is right, Cena is doing much better and she does not want her to have a setback if Kelly changes her mind again. She will have to tell Kelly reuniting is not in best interest of the girls. It is time they all moved on.
"Babe", she says slowly, setting the jar of skin caviar into her nightstand drawer. She needs to tell him about Hildie. He knows that tone, so he closes his eyes, bracing himself for the next bit of unpleasant news. "Mom told me something rather shocking – about Hilde. She said Hildie was once married - before moving to the States. She said Hildie had a baby – a little girl. Both her husband and daughter were killed in a train accident on their way to Vienna – such a shame."
"I'm sorry to hear that", smiling at the picture of Jolie he has decided to frame and hang on the wall in the family room.
"After the accident - Hildie had to be hospitalized - institutionalized - for several months. It's such a sad story. Hildie told mom Jo is the splitting image of her daughter - they could be twins - actually. They even share the same birthday. Isn't that kind of weird?" She says blithely.
"What?" His head snaps up and nostrils flare with anger. "Why the hell am I just hearing about this?"
"There has been so much — "
"There's nothing more important than the safety of this family, Olivia. Do you understand that?" Slammingshut the tablet cover.
"What are you talking about?" Puzzled by his reaction.
"She has to go", he snaps, without equivocation.
"What?"
"You heard me. Hildie has to go— tomorrow", standing quickly and tossing the tablet onto the bed.
"You're being ridiculous. This is Hildie you're talking about, Mr. Grant", mimicking Hildie's accent to make light of the situation.
"I'm not going to risk my daughter's safety because our helper might not be able to distinguish Jo from her deceased daughter. How the hell did Chuck miss this?" He says half to himself as he paces around the room.
"Are you serious? Hildie would never …." He stops pacing and looks at her wild-eyed.
"How do you know what she would do? She hid her background from us."
"Babe - I'm sure she wasn't interested in reliving that horrible story with her new employer", she says sympathetically.
"What time is she due here tomorrow?"
"What?"
"What time is she arriving in the morning?" Stomping back over to his nightstand and grabbing the phone from the charger. He scrolls quickly through his schedule for the next day.
"Hildie has been with us for over a year. You know how long it took us to find her", pleading with him.
"Do you want to tell her - or shall I?" His mind already made up. "I'll send Mrs. Handley a text — have her move some things around on my schedule", eyes darting across the phone screen.
"This is unfair — you're being unfair."
"Don't push me on this, Olivia. I'm not going to knowingly put my children in danger again. You should have told me."
"What's wrong with you? Why are you overreacting?"
"Overreacting? We have someone who's practically living in our home and we're just finding out she's been in a mental asylum."
"And - so has Nora." She closes her eyes, instantly regretting her words. He grimaces at her then types a quick message to Mrs. Handley. "Tomorrow is Thursday — it's her day off."
"Then call her at home — tell her we no longer require her services."
"Just like that? What is she supposed to do, Fitz?" Sitting on her knees trying to reason with him.
"Write her a generous severance check", he growls, then storms into the bathroom and slams the door.