the series read as follows:
By Tuesday afternoon, they had a full house, five kids, two FBI agents, an injured Maggie and as Mulder included in his head, quite possibly a partridge in a pear tree. The kids knew to steer clear of Grandma/Aunt Maggie but sometimes, kids just have to see their Grandma/Aunt Maggie and they hovered on the stairs, one on each step, peering through the banister railings, quietly waiting until she was settled on the couch, feet up, pillows under her arm before, “Grandma?”
Oh, she had missed their voices, surrounded by nurse matter-of-factness and doctor ramblings for four unbearable days. Waving her arm in their direction, they took that as the ‘go’ sign and scrambled, politely remembering not to crash into her but definitely skidding to stops very close to injured parts.
The cacophony of stories made Mulder’s ears ring, five kids with five lives that needed to be relayed immediately to their favorite person. He watched Scully smiling a concerned grin, worried someone would jostle her mother right back in the hospital but again, to the kids credits they were on best behavior, finally calming after a few minutes so Maggie could speak, “and tell me, when is your last day of school again?”
Sam piped up, “Thursday. It was supposed to be a half day but since we had so many snow days, they made it full.”
Mulder realized he’d better make some damn good lunch bag drawings because he’d only be doing them two more days. He felt three-headed monsters and Tribbles with sunglasses were in order for Wednesday.