Daria on the Sideline

by dmsfanman

This story takes place a few months after Daria has returned to Lawndale after several years in New York City. Daria has settled into her new job and things are going well. That is things are going well until they are not. You will read about Daria's experiences over a crucial period of seven weeks. This story follows my first story, "Daria in the Ring."

6. What About Now Daria?

5. What About Now Daria?

Monday Morning

Daria looked over at Tom as they sat and ate their breakfasts. Even though it was a Monday and he had to go to work he had whipped up a big cheese omelet, which they were splitting. He had also made coffee and toast. Daria had spread strawberry jam on hers and it tasted good. Tom was sitting there all ready to go off to work, except that he needed to put on his coat and tie. Daria sat there in her flannel nightgown. She thought to herself, 'He is sitting there all handsome and here I am looking like I just rolled out of bed, which I did. At least I ran a brush through my hair.'

Tom looked back at Daria and said, "What are you thinking sweet love of mine?"

Daria replied, "Oh, just that you look so great and here I sit looking like a pile of rags."

Tom chuckled, "Don't be silly. You're beautiful even in the morning when you first get up."

"Oh yeah," Daria replied. "There is nothing more attractive than a flannel nightgown and these two lovely accessories on my wrist and leg." Daria reached down with her left hand and tapped her leg cast with her forearm cast. "I am a picture of loveliness."

"You are my muse," Tom replied.

"I didn't know accountants had muses," Daria quipped.

"Something has to motivate me to balance everything. I love you no matter what," Tom stated. "Besides, your accessories are only temporary. At least there are only two weeks left in the casts. Come to think of it, Amelia's last day will be tomorrow, won't it?"

"Yeah," Daria said. She felt a little pain inside when he said that. "I hate to admit it, but I have really come to like having Amelia around. She has been someone intelligent to converse with while I've been recuperating. Plus, I think we have actually become friends. It is not just like I am her patient anymore. I like the feeling of starting to have my life back, but I will miss Amelia."

"She has always admired you," Tom said. "That goes all the way back to your Camp Grizzly days, though I still have trouble envisioning you at a summer camp."

"And why is that?" Daria said with a slight note of irritation in her voice.

"It is just that you are more of a city person. It may be that you enjoy a hike in the woods, but camping – even in a cabin – is just not you. I especially can't see you willing to share living space with others," Tom said.

Daria shot back, "I share living space with you."

Tom replied, "True, but we're in love and married. I don't think you could say the same about your cabin mates at Camp Grizzly."

Daria responded in total deadpan, "Yeah. It was bad enough being in the same cabin with them, not to mention being known as 'the weird kid.' I certainly didn't have any desire to crawl into bed with any of them! At least I didn't have to fend any of them off like Jane did at that art colony she went to the summer before our senior year."

"That was pretty creepy," Tom said with a bit of a shudder. Having finished his breakfast, he got up, walked around the table, kissed Daria on the top of the head and whispered in her ear, "You have jelly on your face." Then he went upstairs to finish getting dressed for work.

Daria took her napkin and wiped off her face. She was done eating and was planning on just sitting there with her coffee until Amelia arrived. She turned on her phone and started looking at the news headlines.

In a few minutes Tom came down wearing his coat and tie. He walked over to the coat closet and pulled out his all-weather coat. While putting it on he said to Daria, "So Amelia will be here at eight. When is Quinn planning to come over?"

"I think she and Tyler will be over around ten. She wanted Amelia to have enough time to help me out with things before coming over."

Tom walked over. He leaned down and gave his wife of five years a big kiss. "I love you and I will see you this evening," Tom said. "Oh, and while I was putting on my tie my Mom texted me and wanted to know if we wanted to go to the club tonight for dinner."

"I don't know. I think only if Quinn and Tyler can come. They came a long way to see me. I don't want them to feel short changed," Daria responded.

"I understand. Think about it and I will ask my Mom if they can come, too," Tom said. He kissed his wife again and headed out the door.

Daria sat there and thought, 'The triumphant return to the club! How depressing can you get! But, if we do go to the club, then I can have Quinn spend at least part of the day picking out an outfit for me. If she and Tyler come, then maybe she can work on something for herself to wear as well. This could be interesting or at least mildly amusing.' She thought back on her first time at the club. At least Tom's parents didn't immediately hate her, though it took getting a doctorate from one of the top universities in the world to get them to accept her as more than his fling with the stable girl or scullery maid. And she brought Tom back to Lawndale, which actually made her tops on Tom's mother's list of favorite people. At least they had never been openly hostile to her. Tom's sister on the other hand was another matter. She hated Daria for the same reasons Tom's mother had come to love her. As far as Elsie was concerned Daria was just Tom's 'dull, ugly wife.' Since the accident she had not received so much as a 'get well' text message from Elsie. Then again she hadn't received a 'too bad you didn't die' message either. Well, Daria hardly lived her life to please Elsie.

"Good morning, Daria," Amelia said as she walked in the door. "How are you this morning?"

"Just wallowing in the fact that my sister-in-law would be happier had I died in the crash," Daria responded.

"Now why would you be wallowing in that?" Amelia asked as she hung up her coat, got out her stethoscope, and blood pressure cuff. She walked over and started to take Daria's vital signs.

After Amelia had checked her heart and breathing Daria responded, "It looks like we are off to the club with Tom's parents for dinner tonight. I said I would only go if Quinn and Tyler went as well. I just hope that Tom's sister isn't there. The last couple of times she has been there with us it has ended with her expressing her opinion about me and walking out. Subtlety is not her forté. I don't know which she enjoys more, trying to humiliate me or embarrassing her mother in front of the other club members."

"Are her feelings rational or irrational?" Amelia asked.

Daria replied, "Irrational. I have never done anything to her or for her for that matter. We really have no relationship other than the fact that I am married to her brother. My take on it is that she still considers me socially beneath her. My family is not 'old money' in her mind. So, I am simply an interloper looking to cash in on some portion of her eventual inheritance."

"Were she and Tom close as kids?" Amelia asked.

"No," Daria answered. "They were definitely not. She used to use little put downs on him until he snapped at her. Then his mother would scold him. He would just try to avoid dealing with her. Once he went off to Bromwell for college he hardly spoke to her."

"That's too bad," Amelia said. "Where did Elsie go to college?"

"She went to State for two years. She mostly partied and then flunked out. She has never gone back for any further education. Her father won't even let her work at the family firm, though he did help her get a job as the office receptionist at the mall."

"At least he didn't abandon his daughter," Amelia said.

"No he didn't," Daria responded. "But he is not enabling her either. He makes sure she has a job, a serviceable car, and a place to live. Nobody will talk about what is really the matter with Elsie. If you ask me I think she has a drug problem. I think there is more there than they are willing to discuss – even with Tom and I. Tom says that part of being in a 'repressed household' is pretending that problems don't exist."

Amelia thought for a moment, looked at Daria and said, "I think it shows that there may be some serious jealousy there on the part of Elsie. Without even trying you intimidate her and embody the fact that she has not achieved the kind of success that you and Tom have. On top of that her brother is so in love with you that ignoring her is not a problem for him. Tom is focused on you. She feels that you took her brother away, her parents like you more than her, and you are successful. You are everything she isn't. No wonder she hates you."

"Gee, Amelia, you sure know how to make someone feel good," Daria responded in total deadpan.

Amelia looked at Daria and went on, "You know that I admire you for your intelligence and accomplishment. So does Tom. Why do we feel that we need to follow you around and listen to every word you say? You, professor, are worth listening to. You are worth investing our time to learn something. Every day I have cared for you I have learned something. That is valuable and it enriches my life. I will really miss coming to be with you every day. Our time together has not been a job for me. It has been a joy. Even when we were kids and teens I learned from you. Even when you were kind of mean to me at the camp reunion I had to admit that I learned from you and it made a positive difference in my life! It is too bad that your students are so young and self-absorbed that they do not fully appreciate you as their professor. There are very few people around like you, Daria Sloane. I'm sorry your sister-in-law doesn't like you. But it is her loss."

"Wow," Daria said. "That is one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. I'm much more used to being called 'Debbie downer' or 'misery chick' or some other such thing. Thanks Amelia. I've liked our time together as well. I hope we can stay in touch. With Jane so far away I don't really have any 'girlfriends' here in Lawndale."

"Let's get you dressed and we can go out to Coffee King," Amelia said. "You need to get out of the house, even if you just got home this weekend. We have today and tomorrow together. We should make the most of it."

"OK," Daria replied. "Just no penguins. And we do have to make it kind of quick. I am expecting Quinn and Tyler to be here in about an hour. They made a surprise trip to Lawndale just to visit me."

"Agreed," Amelia responded. "No penguins."

As the two got up from the table Daria's phone emitted a single round of Tom's ringtone. She looked at her phone and it showed the text message received from Tom. 'Q&T ok 4 club 2nite.'

…..

It was a little awkward during the day with Quinn, Tyler, and Amelia all there. Amelia just tried to fade into the background. Quinn seemed almost a little jealous of her sister's time. Daria was glad that she and Amelia had had the time to go out for coffee earlier. Now the big task was what to wear to the club that evening.

"We really need a trip to the mall," Quinn said to Daria. "We need something that you can wear that will hide the casts as much as possible." Looking over at her husband she said, "And Tyler did not bring a sport coat with him. He only has his suit for the interview tomorrow and I don't want him risking getting something on it. We should be able to get everything we need at Cashman's. I've always liked Cashman's."

"You certainly left enough of Mom and Dad's money there," Daria quipped. Then she looked over at Amelia and said, "What do you think?"

"Well, you need to get out and walk," Amelia responded. "If we just go to Cashman's, then you will get the walking you need and not overdo it. What you aren't ready for just yet is all the walking that you would do if you just wandered around the mall. I would have to say no to that, unless you wanted a wheelchair. Besides, Quinn, you need to watch how much you are walking now as well."

Quinn looked at Amelia and said, "I guess." Turning back to Daria she went on, "I have Mom's SUV. We will all fit easily in that. Tyler you can drive us. Drop us at the door of Cashman's and then go park. We can meet in the lingerie department."

"Yes dear," Tyler replied. Daria could tell that shopping for women's clothing and especially meeting in the lingerie department was about as appealing to Tyler as ritual suicide.

The four of them got into Helen's SUV. Amelia made certain that Daria was able to comfortably get in the car and was seated in the back. She then got in and sat next to Daria. Tyler was driving and Quinn sat in front. Amelia debated whether or not to say anything to Quinn about being safer in the back seat, but decided against it.

The drive was uneventful. Tyler pulled up to Cashman's door and let the three women out. He leaned over and shouted out the open car door, "I have a couple of things I want to find. Call or text me when you are done in lingerie and I will meet you in one of the other departments."

"Coward," Daria whispered under her breath. Amelia giggled.

"Oh very well," Quinn shouted back. "But check your phone for signal and battery. If I haven't called or texted in a half hour come to Cashman's and find us, got that?"

"Yes Quinn," Tyler said. Quinn shut the door and Tyler drove off. The three women headed into the store.

"You know, Daria," Quinn said. "You could really use some sexier lingerie. If you are going to keep Tom interested you need something besides those 'old lady' panties in your underwear drawer. Your bras are pretty boring, too"

Daria responded, "I like what I have. It is comfortable. Besides, Tom is plenty interested. That's why I taught myself to use the movement of that hospital bed to greatest advantage!"

Both Amelia and Quinn looked at Daria and said, "Too much information Daria!"

Quinn persisted and Daria picked out a few things in the lingerie department. Next it was on to look for pants. Quinn spotted Theresa, the saleswoman who had years ago worked in the Junior Five Department. Theresa still had stylishly coiffed sandy hair. She was also still very thin with a heart shaped face, but definitely had the look of a woman who regularly worked out at the gym. Still, she was both older and working in more mature fashions.

"Theresa!" Quinn said.

"Quinn? Quinn Morgendorffer?" Theresa replied.

"It's me, but it is Smith now," Quinn replied.

"Well congratulation! I see you are expecting. Is it your first?" Theresa asked.

"Yes it is. I can't wait!" Quinn answered.

As the two women bantered back and forth Daria could only think, 'Easy stomach!' This was just a little too perky for her liking.

"What can I do for you?" Theresa asked.

Quinn answered, "Well, my sister here was in a horrible accident. The guy who hit her died and she has a broken leg and arm. We are going out for a big dinner this evening and I was wondering what we could find for her that would hide her casts as much as possible. It needs to be something fairly dressy."

"Let's see what we can find," Theresa said and led the group to the area with pants and pant suits.

Quinn texted Tyler to come to Cashman's.

Tyler walked up to the women as Daria came out of the dressing room in a stylish pinstriped pant suit. Theresa had found one with sufficiently wide legs that Daria could get the pants over her leg cast. The sleeves flared so that it would cover her arm cast. The suit accentuated her small waist and flared in the right places.

"Daria, you look really nice in that," Quinn said. "If we put it with a red camisole it will be really hot. I'll rate it an eight. Now go try on the next one."

Daria had been through this before with her sister. There was no getting around trying on everything Quinn had 'helped' her pick out. With Quinn so massively pregnant she was wondering whether or not Quinn was using her as a doll to dress and play with. Even so she obediently went back into the dressing room to try on outfit number three of five. Amelia had offered to help her change, but Daria had declined. She needed to do these things herself.

"Don't you think Daria looked really hot in that outfit, Tyler?" Quinn asked.

Tyler paused a moment before responding. He was pretty sure he faced a no win situation. If he said no, then he would be accused of dishonesty. Besides, saying 'no' might offend Quinn's sense that she could always pick the perfect outfit. If he said yes, then he ran the risk that Quinn would be offended that he might think Daria was cuter than her. So he responded, "Definitely hot, but not as hot as it would look on you babe. Nobody can select clothes like you can."

"That's what I think, too," Quinn responded.

'Saved by quick thinking' went through Tyler's mind. He thought further, 'Too bad Tom has to work all day. It would be nice to have his company while swimming through this sea of estrogen.'

Tyler stood there and watched as Daria finished modeling Quinn's choices of outfit. Then she chose the pinstripe suit and they checked out. 'Finally the nightmare is coming to an end,' Tyler thought.

"Now we need to go and look at shoes," Quinn said.

"You mean shoe," Daria replied.

"If we get the right shoes for you, then you won't hobble around so much. We can at least find something so that the length of your right leg matches your left. You will still be able to wear them after you get your cast off," Quinn told Daria.

"If you say so," Daria replied with a distinct sound of resignation in her voice.

The four shoppers walked over to the shoe department. There at least the manager was working and they had someone who knew his stock. They did find a pair of shoes which when Daria wore the right shoe her hobbling became more like walking, though it was still a hobble. She went ahead and purchased the shoes. Tyler's ordeal was finally coming to an end. To his relief he had gotten through an entire shopping trip without someone – in particular Quinn – asking him if some outfit made her look fat.

"Now it's your turn," Quinn said to Tyler. "You need something for tonight at the Sloane's club. You are not wearing your interview suit!"

"Of course Quinn," Tyler responded. "I'll follow you." 'Into my land of nightmares', he thought. In the men's department he was able to quickly find a navy sportcoat – which he needed anyway – and a pair of charcoal gray cotton slacks. They picked up a striped mock turtleneck sweater for him as well. At least the process was mercifully quick.

Finally, Tyler herded everyone back to the SUV and they drove home. Amelia made some soup for everyone for lunch and then put Daria down for a nap. If Daria was going to be out all evening, then she needed to be rested. Amelia stayed upstairs to keep tabs on Daria and make sure she got her rest. Peering down the stairs she could see that Tyler and Quinn had their noses in their phones and just occasionally chuckled or said something to one another.

...

Monday Evening

Daria, Tom, Quinn, and Tyler arrived about a half hour before Tom's parents. They went into the bar and all ordered drinks. Quinn ordered a non-alcoholic cocktail. As they were sitting there Daria noticed a familiar face enter the lobby and head into the bar as well. Easily spotting Daria in the mostly empty room he came over.

"Hi Daria, Tom, Quinn," Father Tim said. Turning to Tyler he extended his hand, "I don't believe we have met. I'm Father Tim." Tyler stood up and the two men shook hands.

Daria was delighting in the look on her sister's face. Quinn just sat there with her mouth hanging open.

"Didn't I mention to you that Mr. O'Neil is now Father O'Neil and goes by Father Tim?" Daria turned and whispered to her sister. "He's the priest who has been visiting me."

Quinn looked at Daria and whispered back, "Somehow you seem to have forgotten to mention it to me."

"Oh," Daria replied. "Well, now you know." Daria went on at a normal volume, "So, Father, what brings you to the club this evening?"

"Well, one of my parishioners is on our finance committee and he wanted to have this month's committee meeting here rather than at the church. We need a new roof and he wanted to discuss how we would raise the funds," Father Tim said. "I guess that I'm a little early."

"Please have a seat with us while you wait," Tom said. "It is always good to see you."

"Thank you Tom," Father Tim replied. "I've really enjoyed my visits with Daria over the past few weeks. So, Daria, it is good to see you out and active again."

"The walking cast has made a big difference. I don't have to be in a wheelchair anymore. Now I just want to get back to work and teaching," Daria remarked.

Father Tim went on, "I think that is really great that you have such drive. I'm sure your students miss you. Quinn, I am guessing that you are expecting and due very soon."

Quinn was finally forced to shut her mouth and then managed to say, "I'm seven and a half months right now. This trip to see Daria is our last before the baby comes. I think I'm getting to the point where I want this baby to come out! You'll have to excuse me. I need to use the ladies room." Quinn managed to lift herself out of her chair, grab her purse, and started waddling toward the restrooms. She turned and said, "Daria, could you come and help me with something?"

"Sure Quinn. I'll get up and hobble after you," Daria said. Daria got up and followed Quinn. Tom and Tyler could hardly contain themselves. Laughing would have brought the wrath of one or both of their wives. So they stayed stoic. They were just wondering what Quinn had in mind. Tom was also thinking how nice Daria looked in the new suit. It was nice to see her dressed up again after four weeks in anything from a hospital gown to an old skirt and sweater.

After the two women waddled and hobbled through the door into the ladies' room Quinn turned to Daria and nearly shrieked, "A priest! Mr. O'Neil became a priest and you didn't tell me? On what planet don't you tell your sister that one of our high school teachers, who we had for multiple classes, became a priest! Especially after we all knew what happened in the janitor's room during last period almost every day!"

Daria suppressed the urge to laugh in Quinn's face. This was just too much fun. In her characteristic deadpan Daria said, "OK. So, he and Ms. Barch got married. A few years later she died. Shortly thereafter is when he became a priest. I didn't know it until Jane brought him to Mom and Dad's place one Sunday. I've only known for a couple of weeks."

"Well alright," Quinn said. "You just have to promise to keep me up-to-date on people here. It's not that I really care that much, but I just don't like being shocked by people I used to know. What else are you hiding from me?"

Daria thought a moment and answered, "I don't think I told you that Kevin Thompson sells used cars. His Dad set him up with his own lot. It's called 'Kevin's Kar Korral' or KKK for short."

"That's just weird, Daria," Quinn responded – the sound of panic gone from her voice.

"Oh, and I don't think I mentioned that Amelia is married to your old would be boyfriend Jamie," Daria added.

"What!" Quinn was starting to shriek again. "Jamie married Amelia? You have to be kidding. She is not that cute. She is a little thick in the thigh and brainy. She looks like, well…"

"Me?" Daria said with a little irritation in her voice.

"Only with the glasses and maybe hairdo, but you are nowhere near as heavy as she is. In fact you are nearly as thin as I was before getting pregnant. Never the less she does not seem to be very fashionable and Jamie certainly never went for brainy girls." Quinn was starting to calm again. She had not intended to insult her sister in any way.

Daria told Quinn, "That changed in college. Also, Amelia is not over weight. You and I have always been on the thin side. It is just the way we are. Amelia has always been stockier. Besides, she has had kids. That can change your shape." Daria wanted to see how Quinn reacted to that last statement.

"Don't I know it," Quinn replied. "Look at me! I've gained 50 pounds with this baby."

"And yet your skinny little legs have not snapped under the load," Daria deadpanned.

"It's going to take some time to work this off after the baby is born," Quinn said with a significant tone of resignation in her voice.

"That's what nursing is for," Daria stated.

"So what else haven't you told me?" Quinn said.

"Oh, that Artie guy is still delivering pizzas."

"Now you are going beyond weird, Daria. Remember that I was there. I think I will just use the bathroom and be back out in a few minutes. That's the problem with being this pregnant. The baby thinks my bladder is a waterbed. Go back out. I will see you in a few," Quinn said as she went into a stall and closed the door.

Daria went back out to the bar. Walking with the cast was beginning to get aggravating. Father Tim was still sitting there talking with the guys. Tyler asked, "Everything alright?"

"Quinn is fine." Turning to Father Tim she said, "Apparently I hadn't told her that you had become a priest. She was kind of surprised, that's all."

"I can understand that," Father Tim said. "She still sees me as her high school English teacher. I had both of you each year you were at Lawndale High. Time marches on, though. Both of you are married, she is expecting, and I was married and then became a priest. It is just the way things have happened. I hope that this wasn't too much of a shock for her. I wouldn't want to ruin her evening."

"Don't worry about that, Father," Tyler said. "This past month she has been hyper-sensitive about things. Just yesterday I got a major tongue lashing when I left the hair dryer out on the counter in the bathroom. I think it is hormones or something. She has also wanted some weird combinations of food. Good thing there is a 24 hour deli two blocks from our apartment. She had to have a meatball and cucumber sandwich with marinara, broccoli and ranch dressing at three in the morning last Wednesday. At least when it comes time to do 2:00 am feedings I won't have to go outside. I got stopped and frisked by the cops. When they smelled the sandwich they believed my story. It serves them right that they probably couldn't stand even the thought of a donut for the rest of their shift after smelling that sandwich."

"Oh my!" Father Tim said. "How did they justify stopping and frisking you?"

"It's called 'walking while black' in New York," Tyler said. "There is also 'walking while Puerto Rican.' So far the courts have allowed it. They say it reduces crime. The problem is that the statistics support them."

"Still, it really tramples individual rights," Father Tim said. "I'm sure you felt violated by the experience."

"Absolutely. But, there is little if anything I can do about it. Various organizations continue to fight it. I sent one of them a check. At least it made me feel better," Tyler said. "So Father, tell me about your parish."

"Not much to tell really," Father Tim said. "We are a large parish and there are three priests assigned to it. My role focuses on counseling and helping the needy in our community."

"I didn't realize that Lawndale had so many needy people that a parish would devote so much professional time to them," Tyler said.

"The Bishop is really trying to get people to focus on outreach. You would be surprised at how many needy people there are in Lawndale. The last recession hit us hard. People lost jobs and were scrambling to keep their houses. Our food pantry has continued to fill the needs of many. In this community people may look outwardly alright, but both materially and spiritually they are struggling. It is hard to meet people's spiritual needs if they are hungry. That is one reason Jesus performed the miracle of the feeding of the five thousand." You could hear the excitement in Father Tim's voice as he continued talking about his work and his faith. "I would love to have all of you come down some Saturday and help with food distribution. I think it would really surprise you to learn about the level of need right here in Lawndale."

"Should we bring some loaves and fish?" Daria asked in total deadpan.

"Daria!" Tom exclaimed.

Father Tim turned to Daria and said cheerily, "It's OK Tom. Daria and I understand each other and no. They don't keep well. But we can always use canned foods! Bring yourself, Tom, and some canned food after you get your cast off. Think of it as a day of giving thanks and giving back for your healing."

"Hmmm. OK," Daria said somewhat grudgingly. "I do have the service component of my job that goes along with teaching and research. I need to do something in the community as part of that. It can't be any worse than when I sold nuts in the mall!"

"That's the spirit Daria," Father Tim said. "How about we tentatively plan for two weeks from Saturday? It will be the weekend before Thanksgiving and I will need all the help I can get." Father Tim pulled out his phone and typed a text message. "Here, I am sending you a text to remind you to put it on your calendar. Thanks so much. I think you will find it rewarding." When he looked up Father Tim saw his party come in the door. He said, "Well, I need to go for my meeting. It was great seeing you two again, meeting you Tyler, and Quinn as well." Walking toward his party he stopped a moment and talked to Quinn as she was returning to the bar.

Quinn arrived back at the table and sat down. Just as she was seated and picked up her drink Tom's parents walked in the door. Spotting the four in the bar they walked over.

The men stood up as they came over. Tom said, "Hi Mom. Hi Dad. This is Tyler – Quinn's husband."

Angier Sloane shook hands with Tyler first and said, "Nice to meet you Tyler. I hear you have a big day tomorrow."

"I sure do Mr. Sloane," Tyler replied. "I'm interviewing with King Products to be their Quality Director."

"Please just call me Ange," Angier said. "Everyone in the family does."

Then Tyler shook Kay Sloane's hand and said, "Nice to meet you Mrs. Sloane. "

"Please just call me Kay," she replied.

"You know Quinn, of course," Tyler said.

Kay responded, "Of course. How are you feeling Quinn?"

"Oh, like I am ready to have this baby come out!" Quinn said.

Kay replied, "I know what you mean. Tom was a big kicker and Elsie was the bigger of my two babies."

Tom glanced toward Daria and thought to himself, 'She still is the big baby.' But, he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. Daria gave him a half smirk. She was thinking the same thing.

Angier pulled up a chair and Kay sat in the one Father Tim had been using. They both ordered drinks. Angier said, "So Daria, how are you doing? Is it nice to be home?"

"I'm doing well and it is absolutely great to be home," Daria replied. "I really appreciate my parents letting me stay with them for four weeks, but it just isn't the same." Daria reached out and put her arm through Tom's and continued, "I like being back in our space and having Tom all to myself. Now that I can safely negotiate the stairs there was no need to stay longer at my parents."

Kay asked, "How has the private nurse worked out?"

Daria replied, "Amelia has been a godsend. It turns out we went to camp together years ago. Tomorrow is her last day with me. I have to admit I will miss her."

Quinn chimed in, "Now there is an understatement! Amelia was Daria's 'groupie' at camp. She would follow Daria around like a puppy. I always thought it was kind of funny, since it annoyed Daria." Quinn giggled at her own statement and then sipped at her drink.

Daria looked at her sister and smiled, "And speaking of following people around like a puppy, it turns out that she married one of Quinn's old would be boyfriends."

"That is quite a coincidence," Angier chimed in as their drinks arrived.

All six sat and sipped at their drinks for a few minutes. Then they got up and went to a table in the dining room. There they ordered dinner and continued to chat.

Kay turned to Daria and remarked, "I like your new suit, Daria. You look lovely. It is really stylish and I can hardly tell that you are wearing casts!"

"Thanks," Daria responded. "I have to give credit where it is due. Quinn helped me pick this out. In fact she really is the one who picked it out. We went on a hunting expedition to Cashman's this afternoon."

"Did Amelia go with you?" Kay asked.

"She came along and made certain that Quinn didn't tire me out too much. Even so, when we got home Amelia insisted I take a nap. I am kind of glad that I did. I feel really good this evening, though I have gotten to the point where the cast on my arm is starting to itch more." Daria stared at her left arm.

Angier turned to Quinn and said, "So Quinn, if Tyler gets this job in Ferndale and you move, then we will sure miss you in our New York office."

Tom cringed hearing his Dad turn to business during dinner. It was Angier's nature to focus on business – even at a family gathering. Tom wished he could leave things at the office.

Quinn replied with a nervous giggle, "I know. I really like working there. We have some really great people."

"Yes we do," Angier said. "And you are one of them. I talked with Simon yesterday and he had only good things to say about your work."

Tom thought to himself that it was just like his Dad to call one of his managers on a Sunday to ask about one of his staff members. Angier never seemed to quite grasp the concept of a weekend or family time. That was one reason that Kay always insisted on going to 'The Cove' for vacations. It was not just a family tradition, but it was the ability to get Angier away from everything but an old fashioned wired telephone.

"Simon is a good manager," Quinn replied.

"Tyler, why are you two thinking about leaving New York?" Angier asked.

Tyler replied, "Quinn and I discussed this at great length. As we build our family we want them to have some space. There are so many great things in the city, but less urban areas have their advantages as well. Even though my family is successful there wasn't much play space in our New York neighborhood. So, I spent a good bit of time playing in the street. We want our children to have options I did not. This general area offers that and we still aren't too far away from my family."

Dinner arrived and they began eating.

"I can appreciate that," Angier said. "So Quinn, can you fill me in a little bit on what you do in our New York office?"

Tom looked at Daria and rolled his eyes. It was clear to him that dinner was quickly turning into a job interview for Quinn. He wasn't totally certain that Quinn understood this. That was Angier's genius. Move when it wasn't anticipated. When Tom had talked with his Dad about working in the company's headquarters he had been prepared and made his Dad really pay to have him come and work there.

Quinn described her job in the finance department of the office in New York. She did put significant emphasis on the fact that she liked dealing with the numbers. Watching her, Tom was impressed by how articulate she had become. Quinn was really quite impressive when she was wearing her 'finance professional' hat.

Angier asked several detailed questions as Quinn was talking. Finally Kay chimed in with, "Can we maybe talk about something other than business?"

"Just a moment, dear," Angier replied. He asked two more questions and Quinn answered.

"Well Quinn," Angier said. "If Tyler gets the job in Ferndale, then you have a job in the home office. Just let me know when you plan to move for Tyler's job and I will see that human resources processes a transfer for you."

"Wow. Why thank you Ange. That really takes a load off of my mind," Quinn replied.

"One more thing," Angier said. "It will be seamless. If you are on maternity leave when the move happens, then you will just report to the Lawndale office when you come back."

"Thank you," both Quinn and Tyler replied.

"Now that that is over," Kay said. "When did you say you were going back to work Daria?"

Daria said, "The doctor says the day after I get my casts off. Frankly, I want to start going in to the office so that I can get things ready to resume teaching my classes. I need to meet with the professors that have been covering for me and get caught up on how the students are performing. I'm guessing Tom will have to drop me off and pick me up, since I don't have a car at this point."

Tom turned to Daria and said, "I didn't get a chance to tell you. The insurance settlement came in to the attorney's office today. I went ahead and called Chuck and he is getting your new car shipped from another dealer. You should have it by the end of the week at the latest."

Quinn popped up with, "Oooh! So we will get to see it before we leave!"

"Maybe you can take the first ride with me, Quinn," Daria said. "I'm going to have to get used to driving again. It will be a little different with this thing on my leg. At least my right foot isn't damaged and I can use the accelerator and the brake. Driving with this forearm cast should be interesting."

"Right," Quinn replied sounding rather unexcited.

"I'll take the first few drives with you," Tom said. "We do want to make sure you can safely steer." That seemed to put an end to that discussion. Tom wanted to steer into safer territory so he turned to his Mom and asked, "Tell us about what you are up to these days, Mom."

It didn't take much to get Kay talking about her current projects. She had things going on at the club, the art museum, and the women's civic league. The league was trying to raise money to do some renovations around the village green. It all took considerable time and effort. Her descriptions also – thankfully – took up the rest of dinner.

On the drive home Tom turned to Daria and asked, "Are you going to be able to survive this extended visit by your sister?"

Daria stared straight forward and replied in her best deadpan, "My survival isn't in question. If I can survive that car accident I can survive Quinn. The real question is whether or not she will survive."

"Be nice," Tom said. "She and Tyler really made a big effort to come and see you."

Daria replied, "Well timed to his interview."

"Even so," Tom remarked. "The fact is that she came despite being so pregnant and uncomfortable. She could have just let him go to the interview and not have bothered."

Daria looked at Tom and said, "Point well taken. I promise to be nice to her. Now the question is after spending an entire evening with your parents are you going to be nice to me? "

Tom glanced at his wife and said, "I'm always nice to you. Even when we fight I'm nice to you."

"True, but now that you have your wife home you need to be extra nice to her and take care of all of her needs," Daria said.

Tom turned into their parking lot and parked the car. Turning to Daria he said with more than a tinge of irony in his voice, "Very well if I must. I will help you upstairs and into bed. I'll even join you so you don't get cold."

"Now you are starting to think!" Daria said. She leaned over and kissed Tom. Then he helped her out of the car and they went into the house and upstairs together.

...

Friday Morning

…

Melody Powers looked around the small stone outbuilding and admired her work. Of the dozen terrorists holed up in the place eight were already dead. The other four were dying. The suicide vests they had been making were destroyed. Melody smiled to herself thinking about how she had disguised herself as a man to get inside the terrorist cell. Then while they were making these vests she had determined the phone number for the backup trigger, stepped outside ostensibly for a smoke and dialed in a big call by the grim reaper.

She walked through the pools of blood and kicked aside a couple of heads to see two of the still living terrorists lying on their backs with skin on their faces virtually burned away and blood running from the holes in their bodies made by the nuts and screws they had been putting in the vests. She pulled her gun, fitted the silencer and dispatched both of them. Now she just had to take care of the two screamers.

She walked through the pools of blood around the table to see the two leaders of the cell. They both had had their hands blown off and were in the process of bleeding out. They were making a futile attempt to stanch the bleeding. The effort didn't work well without hands. Melody said to them, "Well now you have come to the end of the road. First I will tell you that no man has killed you. You have been killed by a woman." Then she raised her gun and shot both of them in the knees and intestines. That would hasten their bleeding out and make it even more painful. The pain was simply too much for them to continue trying to stop the bleeding. Then she told them, "Oh, and this morning I rolled each bullet in bacon. That is the meat of a pig. Now you will die unclean, too."

Walking around the inside of the building she found what she was looking for. Not all of the C-4 explosive had been consumed in the blast. She took a bar and some other materials and rigged a booby trap on the entry door. As she went outside and closed it she made certain it was set up to eviscerate anyone who opened it. They were expecting the 'customers' for the vests within the hour. The idea of filling a few more terrorist graves appealed to Melody.

Melody jumped into the Russian built four wheel drive vehicle and drove off over a field toward the road. These vehicles would go through nearly anything, but they sounded like a bunch of bolts and nuts being shaken in a metal bucket. Melody hoped that she wouldn't be deaf before getting to her destination. She briefly pulled off onto a side road to take off her facial and hair disguise. She buried it under a pile of leaves and snow. She also took the opportunity to get more of the blood off of the boots she was wearing.

Hopping back into the car she drove to the train station, where she then parked on a side street. Inside she went to a baggage locker and pulled out her bag. In a restroom stall she shed her clothing and changed into stylish clothes and shoes, then stuffed the old clothes in the bag and buried it in a trash can. She bought a ticket from the machine on the platform and boarded the train to the town with the safe house. In less than another 24 hours she would be out of the country and on the way home.

…

Daria looked down at the story she had just finished. Not too bad for a first draft, but far from being ready for the publisher. With just 10 days left before hopefully being cleared to return to work Daria was finally able to start writing again. It was nice to be able to sit and write. Looking back Daria started to realize just what a battle it had been recovering from her injuries. Probably the most frustrating part for her was the fatigue. She had been so tired so often that getting anything meaningful done was virtually impossible. Now that was really starting to change.

This week had been eventful! Tuesday was an especially eventful day. First, it was Amelia's last day as her private nurse. It had been very hard for the two to say good-bye. The two of them had been through so much together. Amelia had been her caregiver, chef, supporter, coach, and friend. As Amelia was getting ready to leave, the two had set a date in three weeks to get together for coffee. Amelia would leave her kids with her mother-in-law so that the two women could have a morning out. No penguins would be involved. Daria wouldn't have class that morning, so it would be much more convenient than getting together on the weekend.

The other big event on Tuesday was Tyler's interview at King Products. Quinn came over to Daria's at about ten in the morning that day. She had seen Tyler off and being seven and a half months pregnant it took her a while to get ready and come over. She had to take Jake to work in order to have his car. His schedule was more flexible than Helen's. Quinn spent much of the day fretting about Tyler's interview. New York was an infinitely more diverse place than Lawndale or Ferndale. She really hoped that he wouldn't be discriminated against because he was black or because they were an interracial couple. While Daria sympathized with her sister, all of the fretting really got on her nerves. On top of that it really took away from Amelia's last day.

Tyler's interview had gone extremely well. One of the things Tyler had learned early on was how to connect to people. Since he was an engineer and most of the people he was interviewing with were engineers this wasn't too hard. One thing about the engineering professions is that they are very much a meritocracy. He would be judged far more on the results he produced than race, gender, or anything else. The most successful engineers also communicate well and Tyler excelled at communication. That had been a significant part of attracting Quinn.

While hardly a momentous event, Tuesday was the first day since the accident that Daria had gone without a nap. She was very tired in the evening and went to bed early – 9:00 – but still had made it through the day.

Wednesday had been spent with Quinn and Tyler. Most of it was just visiting and Tyler giving her a hand with a few things around the house. That evening after Tom arrived home they all went to the Morgendorffers' for dinner. Daria wore the outfit that Quinn had helped her pick out for her 'triumphant return to the club.'

Yesterday was Quinn's last day with Daria. Quinn had wanted to get out and walk. She was complaining of her ankles getting swollen. So they all went and walked around the mall. A cold front had moved in and there had been rain. Neither Quinn nor Daria had any business out walking in the woods or a park at this point. Besides, Quinn couldn't walk all that far nor could Daria. At least at the mall they could take breaks. Daria was willing to tolerate this and Tyler knew the risk to his credit card of letting Quinn near any type of shopping. The big difference going to the mall now was that Quinn didn't leave with anything for herself. Instead she bought some things for the baby. Daria just watched bemused. Once again they had dinner at the Morgendorffers'. Daria and Tom said their good-byes to Quinn and Tyler that evening, since Tyler had booked them on the early train home. Jake drove them to the train.

Daria was now just sitting and staring out the window. Tyler and Quinn were back to New York. She was here writing and it was quiet. Daria got up and went downstairs to the kitchen to make herself some tea. While heating water Daria's phone sounded with Jane's ringtone.

Daria reached into her pocket and pulled out the phone and answered the call. "Hey Jane. What's happening?"

"I'm an aunt again, Daria!" Jane said.

"Wow," Daria responded. "Isn't the baby a little early?"

"A couple of weeks, but the baby was still six pounds three ounces," Jane responded. "I think Monique was lucky. If that baby had been in there much longer it would have been a ten pounder!"

"That hurts just thinking about it!" Daria responded.

"The story isn't the size of the baby. It's her birth!" Jane said.

"OK. I have a hunch that the Lanes have yet another family story. Spill it Lane," Daria said. Her tea kettle started to whistle and she walked over and poured boiling water into her teacup.

"Last night Mystic Spiral was doing a special gig at The Zon. It was part of the Zon's silver anniversary concert series. Monique was their featured guest vocalist. They even advertised her as one of the founders of The Harpies, who also got their start at The Zon. You may remember they broke up eight years ago."

Daria inserted, "Yeah. Wasn't that about the time of Monique's first marriage?"

"You have the memory of an elephant amiga," Jane said. "Anyway, it was the second set and they were playing The Harpies' song 'Forever Pain', which was The Harpies' only recording that ever sold well. It was at least a regional hit."

"I remember that. It had lyrics something like 'Looking at you I feel no gain. You are my forever pain,' Daria said. In her best deadpan she said, "Who could forget timeless lyrics like that." She went on, "As I remember there was a big buildup and a powerful delivery of 'forever pain.'"

"You do remember well," Jane said. "Anyway, the ironic thing is that just as she hit the powerful high note on 'pain' her water broke! It washed over the stage and it even spilled down onto the floor. Everybody thought it was a special effect. Some sparks flew from the equipment. Salt water and electronics don't mix!"

"Mmmm. Amniotic fluid. So what happened after that?" Daria asked.

Jane went on, "Then she doubled over in big time labor. Luckily the breakers blew and no one got shocked. But, the whole stage became a 'slip 'n slide.' Max and Jesse both slipped and fell trying to get over and help her. Jesse nearly slid off the stage. Max did a face plant and got a bloody nose!" Jane paused and took a breath. "They had to stop the set. Trent and Jesse got her into the back of the New Tank. Trent then drove her to the hospital and took her in through the emergency entrance. Tatum Miette Lane was born 30 minutes later!"

"That's an interesting name," Daria remarked.

"They told me it is an English first name and a French middle name. It parallels Trent and Monique," Jane explained.

"So how long will Monique be in the hospital?" Daria asked.

"She should be out sometime tomorrow. It was a normal delivery and they usually give you two nights in the hospital," Jane said. "Oh, and Trent sent me a picture of Tatum from his phone."

"Do you know if she is taking visitors?" Daria asked.

"As far as I know," Jane responded. "I would appreciate a report on things if you are going to go see her, though I would certainly understand if you didn't. I don't want you to overdo it. I'm as concerned about your health as I am her's. If you are not up to it don't feel that you have to go see her and the baby."

"I'd welcome the chance to get out of the house. It is almost too quiet around here. I did some decent writing this morning, but I am definitely done writing for today," Daria said.

"Writing a Melody Powers story?" Jane asked.

Daria responded, "Yeah. It's coming along well. I still have about three months before I have to turn in this story. This afternoon I'm planning to do some of my research reading and make some notes."

"With that kind of exciting afternoon I can see why you would want to go visit Monique in the hospital," Jane quipped.

"Are you coming down?" Daria asked.

Jane answered, "Yes, but not until late next week. I have a show at a gallery in New Hampshire this weekend. There is a big festival and I get to be part of it. I won't be back in Boston until Wednesday and I need at least a day to turn around. So, I am looking at Friday before I can possibly be in Lawndale. Also, as we get closer to Thanksgiving I am beginning to get into the holiday sales period. I need to have works for sale in as many places as I can."

"I never knew art had seasonal sales," Daria said,

"Well, you would be surprised. Art is a high end holiday gift," Jane responded.

"I guess that makes sense," Daria said.

Jane went on, "I actually get most of my commercial commissions after the holidays in winter to deliver in spring or summer. I also have to get my general works done in spring in order to be ready for the summer and fall art fair season. So, even though I work on my own stuff there is still a pattern to what I have to do to stay commercial enough to earn a living."

...

Friday Mid-Afternoon

Daria got out of the taxi in front of the main entrance to Cedars of Lawndale Hospital. She paid the driver and hobbled inside, where she asked for Monique's room number and how to get there. Following the directions she found Monique's room. She knocked before just walking in.

"Who is it?" Monique called.

'At least she is awake,' Daria thought. "It's Daria Sloane. Can I come in?"

"Sure," Monique replied. "But I warn you I'm feeding Tatum."

"There is nothing wrong with nursing," Daria said and walked on in.

Monique was sitting up in the hospital bed nursing her baby. Her hair looked kind of wild, but then who was a fashion plate after giving birth? She finished on one side and then placed Tatum on the other.

"Jane called me and told me the story about Tatum's birth," Daria said just above a whisper. "She's beautiful."

"Thank you. The story is really wild isn't it," Monique replied quietly, but not in a whisper. "I think there has to be a song in there someplace. I can't believe it happened on my high note!"

"Where's Trent?" Daria asked.

"I sent him home to get some sleep. Believe it or not he stayed with me all through the night. First he was there for the delivery and the doctor even let him cut the umbilical cord. As squeamish as he is I was surprised that he was willing to do that. Then he stayed with me until I was comfortably set up in this room and had fed Tatum for the first time. The nurses are keeping her in the nursery, since she is technically a preemie. However, we expect to take her home tomorrow. Everything seems to be sufficiently developed that we shouldn't have any problems. She is over five pounds, which is the standard for releasing her from the hospital. Anyway, by about five this morning Trent was dozing off and his face was falling onto my bed. I told him to go home and get some sleep. Then he can come back sometime before dinner. A cool thing they do here is provide a private dining area and celebration dinner for the new parents."

"Sort of a last quiet meal together before taking the baby home?" Daria asked.

"You can think of it that way," Monique replied. "I just think of it as a romantic dinner that doesn't come out of a box. We get to enjoy each other's company before the whole family thing gets underway."

"I'm sure Trent will make a great father," Daria said trying to sound sincere. This was so different. Trent now had real responsibilities. He couldn't be the musical slacker he had been all the years Daria had known him.

"He will be, Daria." Tatum finished nursing and Monique just held the baby in her arms looking at her. "Would you like to hold her?" Monique asked.

"Yes, but I am afraid to with this cast on my arm. Maybe we should wait until I have it off," Daria said. "I don't want to give the new baby a clunk in the head!"

Monique responded, "Sure. You can hold her another time. And yes, Daria, Trent will be a good father. The arrival of Tatum in our lives is probably the thing that he has taken more seriously than anything else – even his music. I have seen him work so hard at getting ready for this baby. I have seen him work so hard to get along with me! My biggest mistake and regret in life is not marrying him earlier. Sure we fight, but we make up too. With the help of the counselor Amelia recommended we both know how to fight with each other. Fighting doesn't mean we don't love each other. The truth is we have loved each other since we first met shortly after high school. I was just too stubborn to appreciate him. I'm older and a lot wiser now. I learned in the school of hard knocks. I know that you used to have a crush on Trent, but I hope you are happy for us."

"Monique," Daria said. "I am overjoyed that you and Trent have each other and now Tatum. I had a revelation long ago that it would never work for the two of us. I can't live the bohemian life style of a musician nor can I live on the emotional roller coaster that comes along with writing songs and traveling to perform. It is one thing to fanaticize about it as a teenager and think that it is 'cool' that Trent has a band. It is a wholly different thing to try and live with that. Maybe I am just 'uncool,' boring, and according to some nasty. But truly I have found my place. I am a thinker, as opposed to a feeler or a doer. I am an academic and like my research. I am married to an accountant. I love Tom. He is a doer who thinks and feels. I think he probably feels love for me more than I feel love for him."

"Thank you, Daria," Monique responded in kind of a shaky voice. "You don't know how good that makes me feel. It makes me feel kind of sad, though, that you don't feel love for Tom as much as he feels it for you." Monique brushed away a tear.

"It's OK, Monique," Daria said. "It isn't like I feel nothing. It is just that my love for Tom is a decision. I committed my life to him and he committed his to me. I find being with him stimulating and I love his very well thought out perspectives on things. We have a great relationship in all aspects."

"I still have a tough time understanding that," Monique said. "That rationality you have is kind of foreign to me. I have lived with and by my emotions all my life. Maybe that is what has gotten me in trouble before. I guess you could call my loving Trent a decision, though I would probably call it a realization. I simply had to admit that I had the feelings all along. That wasn't easy. I had to let other guys stop turning my head."

Daria responded, "Maybe what we have to do is simply accept each other as we are and admit we will never really understand each other. Maybe if we don't try to get each other to think or feel the same things it will be better for both Trent and Tatum. Just remember that I am rational and analytical not cold hearted."

"Agreed," Monique said. "And will you remember that I am emotional and feeling not crazy?"

Daria answered, "I promise to remember that. Now, want to see me play a game with Tom?"

Monique answered with another question, "What are you going to do?"

"Well, I took a taxi over here, since I don't have a new car yet and no one is around to drive me. So, I will send a text to Tom that says 'Meet me at the hospital after work. I'm in room 532.' Then I will not answer when he responds. We will see if he waits until after work or if he comes running over here now."

"You know that is kind of mean, Daria," Monique said. "But it is funny. When he gets here tell him you had to go over by one of the big windows, because you weren't getting signal for your phone in my room."

"Sounds good. Five bucks says he gets here in the next half hour?" Daria said to Monique.

"You're on," She replied.

As Daria composed and sent the text one of the floor nurses came in and took Tatum to the nursery.

Within a few minutes Daria received a text message from Tom saying, 'Are you OK? How did you get to the hospital? Should I come now?' She proceeded to ignore his text. Meanwhile Trent came into the room.

"Hey Daria," Trent said.

"Hey Trent," Daria said. "Congratulations on Tatum. I heard the story of Monique's labor."

"Yeah," Trent said. "Turns out we are going to have to replace one of the amplifiers. It burned out before the breaker tripped."

"Sorry to hear that," Daria said. "At least no one got electrocuted."

"True," Trent said. "The only real injury is Max's nose. It is pretty bruised, though not broken."

"That's good to hear," Daria responded.

"Still, I think he is traumatized. We have a gig next weekend and I don't know if he will be ready for it," Trent said. Looking at Monique he said, "I told him to 'man up' and be ready to play. Life sometimes throws you curve balls and you have to be ready to adapt. He kind of gave me a look and said, 'OK.' I don't think that will be the end of it. At least you have the excuse of giving birth. You can't just jump up on stage and resume singing."

Monique gave Trent a look which seemed to Daria to be along the lines of 'you poor dumb so and so.' Then she said, "I'm glad you understand, Trent."

It wasn't long after that that Tom came rushing in through the door. It was twenty-five minutes after Daria's text was sent. He walked right over to Daria and looked down at her.

"You scared me half to death sweet love of mine," Tom said with the sharp sound of irritation in his voice. He was doing the best he could to keep his voice down.

"Hello to you, too," Daria rolled her eyes up to look at Tom over her glasses and replied. "Did I say it was an emergency?"

"No, but given that you are healing from a serious injury and the fact that you didn't respond to me when I texted you back and then called led me to believe there was a serious problem," Tom shot back still with a strong sound of annoyance. "It was only once I figured out that I was going to the maternity ward that I deduced you were just messing with me."

Daria said very calmly, "I wasn't messing with you dear. I took a taxi here and I need a ride home. The cell service in this room is sporadic at best and I had to go out to one of the big windows at the end of the hall to text you. Furthermore, I put my phone on 'Do Not Disturb' because there are people and babies sleeping around here. Now say 'hi' to Monique and Trent and congratulate them on their new daughter."

"Hi Monique. Hi Trent. Congratulations on your new daughter." Tom said looking a little sheepish for jumping on Daria the moment he had come in the room.

"Thanks Tom," they both replied.

Monique said "Right now Tatum is sleeping. She should be ready for a feeding here in a little while. Have a seat and you can see her when the nurse brings her in."

Tom sat down and they talked about Tatum's birth and the mad rush to the hospital. Monique drifted off for a few minutes in the middle of the conversation. After about a half hour the nurse brought Tatum into the room. She was pushing a cart with a little bassinette on it. She picked Tatum up out of the bassinette and gave her to Monique.

"Thank you," Monique said. Turning to Tom she went on, "See my beautiful baby?"

Tom looked at Tatum. She had black hair, but otherwise he had to admit that all babies kind of looked alike to him. Maybe it was because he and Daria didn't have one. "She is beautiful," he said.

"Now I need to give her something to eat. Why don't you two guys go out in the hall or go get a cup of coffee? This will only take about 20 minutes," Monique ordered.

"C'mon Tom," Trent said. "I'll let you buy me a cup of coffee to celebrate." Then the two men left the room.

"I guess I owe you five bucks," Monique said to Daria as she began to nurse Tatum. "You know him pretty well."

"Put it in Tatum's education fund," Daria replied. "I'm probably a bad person for messing with him like that. But it is kind of fun once in a while."

Both women giggled.

…

The two men sat in the hospital cafeteria drinking coffee. Tom looked at Trent and said, "So, what are your thoughts as a new father?"

"It's pretty heavy, Tom," Trent said. "All of a sudden things become really real. I look at Monique and the baby. Then I think about Spiral. One of two things is going to happen. Either Spiral finally takes off with this contract we have or else we are done. I need to make enough money to support my family. The problem is that if Spiral doesn't finally break out, then I don't really have any talents for a job. I didn't go to school and there is not a huge amount of demand for former guitar players in their late thirties. I truly don't know what I will do. I guess I could find work in retail or some other low skill job. I own half the house and I don't think Janie will kick us out."

"Still there are taxes, utilities, and upkeep on the house," Tom added.

"I can tell you are an accountant, Tom," Trent responded with a chuckle and a slight cough. "Also, there is food, diapers, medical insurance, and having at least one functional vehicle. There could even be another baby in there someplace."

"How long is your contract with the media company?" Tom asked."

"It goes for three years," Trent replied. "We are on the hook for two albums and two tours in that time. We will be the opening act for two different mid-range shows during that period. We will probably do some county fairs and things like that as well. I expect to spend about a third of the time on the road and a third in the studio. The remaining time will be spent writing new material and practicing. When the contract is over my fortieth birthday won't be all that far off."

"If you don't mind my asking, how are they paying you?" Tom asked.

Trent answered, "They are giving us each a base salary. It isn't that much, but it is better than minimum wage and better than we get just booking gigs on our own. Then we get a percentage of profits. The one thing we were able to put in the contract is that we can play The Zon when they don't have us booked somewhere else. Otherwise they do all the bookings. So for the next three years I can support Monique and Tatum. It is what comes later that concerns me."

Tom thought how this was so unlike the Trent he had known as long as he had known Daria and Jane. Trent was actually thinking concretely about the future. This was something he had never seen in all of those years. Unfortunately, it also meant Trent was coming to understand that his youth was nearly over and he had passed up many opportunities. Trying to somewhat console Trent Tom said, "Tell you what. If Spiral finally takes off come and talk to me about how to invest all of the money you will be making. If it doesn't take off, then we will sit down and discuss what you can do after Spiral. You have certainly learned things over the years and I can't believe that with all of the contacts I have through the company we couldn't find a new career for you. It may not be in music, but it could well use things you have learned along the way."

"Thanks Tom. I appreciate it," Trent said. "This whole 'responsible adult' thing can really kind of bite you know."

"I understand Trent. I understand," Tom responded. "Do you think Monique is finished nursing? We can go back upstairs and see the girls."

"Sure. I'll go in first just to make sure," Trent said. "It is kind of funny. Monique has no problem getting up on stage and performing in front of an audience, but when it comes to something natural like nursing she just doesn't want anyone around, except maybe me."

"Women are funny like that," Tom said. The two men threw away their coffee cups and headed back upstairs.

Once back up in Monique's room Tom could see that Daria was looking tired. He held Tatum briefly and helped Daria hold the baby as well. Afterward he turned to Daria and said, "I think it is about time to take my gimpy wife home. I need to fix you some dinner and I would bet that you go to bed early. You have had a busy week." Turning to Monique he asked, "How long will they keep you here?"

"If all goes well I will be going home tomorrow afternoon," She replied.

"Then we will see you back at Casa Lane. Enjoy your dinner together." With that Tom took Daria's hand and led her out of the hospital to his car.

...

Saturday Morning

Tom woke up on his side. Daria was still asleep on her side with her back to him. Tom took a moment to take in all that was around him. Daria's steady, quiet breathing was like music to him. He stared at the beauty of her auburn hair. Tom loved Daria's hair. Just looking at it made him feel that the world was right. He moved slightly so that he could breathe in the smell of her. He loved that too. Daria did not go in for a bunch of perfumes or colognes, just like she didn't generally use makeup. She was a natural beauty with a good natural smell that took him back to their first meeting. It took him back to a warm safe place. He remembered just sitting on the couch in his living room with Daria next to him. He remembered the tingling he felt being in contact with her. He would drink in what she said, her smell, and that beautiful auburn hair.

Tom's mind continued to wander over their life together. There were the years he spent pursuing her, their engagement and wedding, and the honeymoon in London. It was definitely time to go traveling again. With only a little over a week left until Daria's casts came off Tom would have to start discussing destinations with her.

Tom remembered the first time he took Daria to the cove. It was late enough in autumn that they had the big house all to themselves. There were still some colorful leaves on the trees, but many had already fallen. It was cool and whether they were inside or out taking a walk they had to huddle together to stay warm. Cooking together in the kitchen was warm and comforting. Tom built a big fire in the main fireplace to warm them as well. In all the years he had known Daria it was probably the most relaxed and open he had ever seen her. To say the least it was much more satisfying than playing checkers with one of his uncles!

Maybe in a couple of weeks they should plan a trip out to the cove. The two weekends before Thanksgiving were generally times when no one went out there. Tom would remember to send an email around asking to use it alone. Daria's casts were coming off and she needed to build her stamina and strength. Walking in the woods and along the shore would certainly do that.

Daria stirred and rolled onto her back. She turned her head toward Tom and opened her eyes. "See something you like?" she asked.

"I sure do," Tom replied. He moved closer to her and kissed her. "Good morning sunshine."

"So what is going through your mind?" She asked.

"Oh, I was just reminiscing," Tom replied.

"About what?" Daria asked.

Tom answered, "About us. About the first time I took you to the cove. I was thinking we might make a trip in a couple of weeks when we can have the house to ourselves. We could take some walks and you could continue to build your strength."

"That sounds nice, Tom," Daria replied. "I have felt a little confined these last few weeks. I need to get out and away."

"I think we should also start thinking about our next major trip. We could do something domestically or fly off to another continent somewhere and look for culture or adventure," Tom said. He reached over and pulled Daria to himself and kissed her. The he just held her. Things were just right in the world with her in his arms.

While Tom continued in his reverie the doorbell rang. Tom let go of Daria, got out of bed and threw his robe on. As he left the bedroom and started down the stairs Daria did the same. As he passed the kitchen he noticed that the clock said 9:30 am. So, even on a Saturday it was not an unreasonable time to be showing up at the door.

Tom opened the door as he heard Daria coming down the stairs. In front of him stood Andrea Rutheimer. She said to him, "Good morning. Is Daria able to see anyone?"

"Sure. Hi Andrea," Daria said as she came up behind Tom. "Come on in and have some coffee with us, as long as you don't mind the fact that we are not really dressed yet."

"Thanks. It's not a problem for me," Andrea replied as she walked across the threshold. "In our house the challenge is sometimes keeping the clothes on the youngest two and then our oldest always wants to change his clothes. Believe me, nothing fazes me anymore."

Tom excused himself to go upstairs and get dressed. The two women went into the kitchen and Daria started some coffee brewing.

"Chuck will be along in about a half hour, Daria. He will be bringing your new car!"

Daria replied, "That's great! I really liked that car and I am looking forward to driving again. I had to take a taxi yesterday to go see Trent and Monique Lane's new baby."

Andrea's eyes widened and she remarked, "You mean Mystic Spyral and The Harpies have produced offspring? Does that make the baby a 'spyral harpie'?"

Daria laughed and said, "I don't know. She sure is a cute baby, tough. She was six pounds three ounces and they named her Tatum. She came a little early."

"Wow," Andrea replied. "I used to catch all the Spyral and Harpie shows at The Zon back in my 'goth' days. It was also a pretty cheap date when Chuck and I first got married."

Daria poured coffee for them and they went out and sat at the table. Andrea took a sip of her coffee and then reached out and took Daria's left hand, well left fingers actually. This had become enough of a ritual during Andrea's visits that Daria didn't flinch. Looking at Daria Andrea asked, "So how are you feeling Daria? How are you healing?"

Daria responded, "As near as I can tell my bones are finishing their healing. The biggest thing I have noticed is less fatigue. My stamina is also growing. I can get through the day without a nap, though if I do that I need to go to bed about nine." In total deadpan Daria went on, "It really hurts my reputation as a late night party girl." Both women laughed. Daria went on, "I've also noticed that my drive and desire to return to my research and the classroom have gotten really strong in the last week. I get these casts off a week from Monday and the doctor says I should be able to go back to the university then."

"I'm glad that your healing is going so well, Daria," Andrea said. "I just want you to know what a blessing you have been to those around you during your recovery."

Daria looked at Andrea with an uncharacteristically puzzled look and said, "How is it that I can be a blessing when I am such a burden? I had weeks where I couldn't take care of my most basic needs alone. I haven't been able to drive. I am slow as molasses hobbling around with this cast on my leg. It is nice that people have taken time out of their day to visit me. And of course my parents rearranged their dining room and their lives to have me recuperate in their house for four weeks. I guess I see myself as more of a burden or at least an inconvenience. I am hardly a blessing."

Andrea smiled at Daria and placed her right hand over Daria's left so that she held Daria's hand in both of hers. Then she said, "Daria, you are the smartest person I know. Yet your very rationality and realism blind you to some of the things around you."

"Like what?" Daria asked.

Andrea replied, "I know from talking to her after a couple of my visits that you brought joy to Amelia's heart. She not only got to reconnect with an old acquaintance, but she felt you two really developed a friendship. Don't underestimate the value of that to her. You two shared a great deal over her time caring for you. That was a blessing to her."

Daria asked. "Though with all the stuff she had to do I still don't fully understand how this was a blessing for her other than providing employment."

Andrea went on, "You are a blessing to Chuck and I. We have prayed for you every day. We asked our church to pray for you as well. It is a blessing to see prayer answered."

"I could easily say that it is just a natural process," Daria deadpanned.

Andrea replied, "Yes it is a natural process. But one which God gave us and one which I believe he guides. He spared your life in that crash. It is no small thing that so many people have earnestly prayed for your healing and your healing has progressed so beautifully. God answers prayer."

"It has gone well," Daria replied.

"Also, it is so easy with the kids and the business to kind of let things slide in our marriage," Andrea went on. "You have helped Chuck and me to focus again on each other. You know that we are never guaranteed another day. We need to appreciate and love each other every day."

"You're starting to sound like Father O'Neil," Daria said.

"You've been a blessing to him as well. I ran into him just after one of my visits. He was in the dealership looking for a new van for his parish. We got talking about you. You were his favorite student in all his years of teaching. He told me how it truly warmed his heart to see you and Tom together. It reminded him of his own marriage and the blessings he felt serving his wife during her final illness. Though he was certainly sad when he died, he had also known great joy in his service to her."

Tom came down the stairs dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. He went into the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee and came over to the table. "Can I join you two?" He asked.

"Sure," Andrea said. "We were just talking about how Daria has been a blessing to others during her recovery."

Turning to Daria Tom said, "She is a blessing to me every day of my life." Then he leaned over and kissed her cheek. "She makes good coffee, too."

"OK Tom. So how is it that I am a blessing and not a burden on you during my recovery? I've dragged you away from work multiple times, you slept on that awful futon at my parents' house for weeks, and I've given you all kinds of anguish and worry. Just how is that a blessing?" Daria asked.

"Every day, Daria, you have made me understand just how deeply I love you. I consider that a blessing. I have known for many years that you are a gift from God to me. Just being with you is a blessing for me. Helping you through your recovery is an opportunity to serve you. It is a way to deepen our relationship and our life together. That is a blessing and don't tell me you haven't felt that way, too."

"OK," Daria said softly. "I have to admit that I love you even more after the way you have been there with me every day and every step of the way during my recovery. I think our relationship has deepened during this time. I think that my relationship with my parents has improved as well."

"See," Andrea said, "You are even admitting to experiencing blessings!"

Before Daria could make a quip or a comment the doorbell rang. Tom got up and opened the door. Chuck was standing there.

"Come on in," Tom said.

"Thanks," Chuck replied and came in. He looked around and spotted his wife and Daria sitting at the table. "Good morning lovely ladies," he said. "I have a wonderful surprise for you, Daria. Would you like to come outside and see it?"

"Sure," she replied. "Let me get my long coat to throw over this robe. It is a little chilly out there." Daria walked over to the coat closet and put on a long coat. That way only her bedroom slipper gave away that she was not wearing a skirt or dress under the coat. "OK. I'm ready."

Hobbling through the door Daria saw parked in front of her townhouse a car that looked exactly like the one that had been totaled in the accident. "Wow. Thank you Chuck. It really does look like my car."

Chuck responded, "It is the same down to the options list. It took me a while, but I found the exact same car two states away. I had it trucked here for you. I hope you like it. Do you want to drive it?"

"I haven't driven in weeks," Daria said. "But sure, I would like to take it for a drive. The only thing I am concerned about is driving with my left hand."

"Come sit in it," Chuck said. "We can see how things work out with your cast. You've always been – feisty!' Chuck said in his kind of creepy voice. "We'll figure it out."

Andrea slapped Chuck on the arm and said, "Stop being creepy, Chuck," Her voice carried a distinct tone of authority.

Daria got into the car and felt the steering wheel. This car was exactly like her old car. Gripping the steering wheel she moved her hands around. It felt like she could handle it.

"Why don't we take a short spin around the development," Chuck said as he got in the seat next to her. Tom and Andrea got in the back seat.

Daria turned the car on and started up slowly. She drove around the parking lot and the driveways of the development. She finished by parking across from her townhouse. By the end she felt confident, but a little tired.

Chuck said, "Now we just need to sign some papers and it will be your car."

They went inside. Daria put her coat in the closet and then signed the paperwork. Afterward, Chuck put the new license plates on the car. Then he and Andrea left in her car.

Daria turned to Tom and said, "That felt really good. I think I can drive again. The only thing was that I am a little tired."

Tom replied, "I was talking to Andrea while you signed the papers. She suggested that I take you out for a drive each day so that you can build up both your stamina and confidence. I think that is a good idea. Tomorrow we will go out early. There won't be many people on the road. It will be a good chance for you to get the feel of things again. Now I have some things I need to read for work. Why don't you go and do some of your reading and later on maybe I can help you take a nap."

Daria looked at Tom and gave him one of her half smiles, "Hmm. Maybe I can count you as a blessing yet." Then she kissed Tom and headed upstairs to her office.