"Clearly, my Amy isn't safe with you." George said, signing her out as Amy sat in the wheelchair.
"She's safe with me- I wasn't there! No oneis there every second!"
"Yeah, well, she's seventeen, and until she's eighteen, I can keep her from living outside of my residence." George said loftily.
Ricky's eyes burned. "You wouldn't..."
"Oh, yes, I would. I miss Amy andJohn being there."
Ricky's scowl deepened. "She and I are getting married." he said again.
"Not without my consent until she's eighteen." George reminded.
"Wh-why doesn't Ricky just move into my old room with me?"
"Amy, you can't be agreeing with this..." Ricky said, incredulous.
"The thought of going back there makes me nervous," Amy admitted. "And, I feel safe with you, I do, it's not aboutthat..."
"Then what isit about?" Ricky asked, taking a deep breath and trying to remain calm as he knelt in front of her wheelchair. "Cause if it's just about going back to being Daddy's little girl again-"
"It's about the apartment, Ricky. I don't feel comfy there after... you know... what happened to me. I may not even want to go into the butcher shoppe after this..."
A light finally went off in Ricky's head, and he kissed her forehead. "Okay, I get it," he acquiesced "We will stay with your Dad- temporarily- until we can find a new place. Deal?"
Amy nodded, looking immensely relieved.
"I'll get our stuff out today." he promised.
"Well, Robbie and John can share a room again, they like that." George said happily. "Come on, Peanut, Daddy will drive you home..." George said, pushing the wheelchair out the door.
Ricky rubbed his forehead, taking a deep sigh...
Ben paced his living room as Adrian came in.
"So, what did you want?" she asked, smacking her gum loudly in an attempt to hide her nervousness.
In truth- she could guess what he wanted...
"Your name is still on my bank account..." Ben said hesitantly, "we need to rectify that. And, you know that, yet, there was a huge cash withdrawal this morning of $1,500 dollars?"
"My name's still on the account, and I suffered for marrying you." she snapped beligerantly. "You wanna go take it off? We'll do it now. Get your car and let's go." she said. "But, I figure that money's owed to me. You like my new jacket?" she asked with a half flirtatious smile.
Ben groaned. "You can't seriously have spent $1,500 on a jacket..."
"$299.99 if you must know, Mr. Accountant," she snarked.
"Right... Know what? Screw it, I don't care. Just... let's get you off of my account."
"Whatever..." Adrian muttered, following him out the door...