Killian buzzes Teresa on the intercom, asks her to bring up some tea for Nialla. Teresa prepares tea for Nialla, a cup for Crystal who was still in the front room and a cup for herself.
She pauses, a feeling of helplessness and sadness overcoming her. She knew the twins were nothing more than rich, spoiled brats, but they still managed to hurt her feelings with their callous behaviour. She wondered how she would be able to last an entire summer dealing with them. She longed for the summer to end so that it would be just her and Maxine on the estate again.
Teresa:Oh, Harvey. I miss you so much. You would have been able to help me laugh this whole thing off.
There wasn’t a day that passed where Teresa didn’t miss her husband. He’d passed away over two years before, but sometimes it felt like only two hours had passed since she’d lost him. She was grateful she had Maxine. Maxine was her strength.
But now she also had to worry over Maxine falling prey to Nico Jr.
Teresa sighs: Think of the free room and board in a mansion, think of the excellent pay, Teresa. You’re over fifty, you’re not college educated. The truth is you’re barely employable. And speaking of college, you have to save for Maxine to be able to go to college in a few years. You’re not going to live rent free and make money like this anywhere else. You have to suck it up.
It’s amazing to me that the care package this came out of traveled almost 1300 miles to help someone in Texas. Lincoln and I have been volunteering at a donation supply hub close by and he’s been such a little angel. I mean it’s not the most fun thing we’ve ever done. He’s either in a shopping cart, his stroller, or he’s strapped to my back so I know he probably gets bored. It’s also not air conditioned, and fall in Texas only gets so cool lol. But he’s been so sweet regardless and everyone adores him. Tomorrow will be our fourth day to go up there and I’m really looking forward to it. So many families have come to retrieve donations. I cried up there for the first time today because the order slip I got was someone I went to school with, and him, his girlfriend and his infant daughter lost everything. My feet hurt, I’ve got shin splints and I’m sunburnt but I can’t bring myself to stop going up there.
Prompt: A Night to Remember Word Count: 300 Another installment in the Malice series:
“What did you think of them?” Matthew asked, handing Alice a plate to dry.
She efficiently wiped it, and bought time by saying, “Your daughters?”
He frowned. “Who else?”
Mary and Joan had come to dinner. They had not brought their husbands or children. It was obvious to Alice that this had been a reconnaissance mission. A threat was to be assessed and dealt with, and that’s exactly what they’d done.
“Never married, Miss Harvey? Oh, it’s doctor, really? You.. cut up bodies? I suppose you’d need to be a very cold person to do that–”
Matthew’s protests had been brushed aside.
“You worked full time? How will you take care of Dad?”
“I’m not some invalid,” Matthew had sputtered.
Joan had patted his hand. "Dad, you’re so much older than Miss Harvey. I don’t think that either of you realize that you’ll need more care soon.“
Mary had smirked at Alice. "You’re so busy, with work.” She said it like a dirty word.
Putting away the plate, Alice said carefully, “They want what they believe is best for their father.”
“You think they don’t like you?”
“It doesn’t matter–” Alice wiped down the workbench, avoiding his indignant gaze.
“I wanted you to all get along,” he said, sulking.
Folding her arms, she glared down her nose at him. “And why was that important? Somehow, these young ladies have the impression that they have to protect their father from a manhunter.”
His eyes shifted.
She smoothed her hands down her skirt. "It was an… Interesting evening.“ She really did need to stop attending family meals. "But I should go.”
“I should go,” she repeated.
Hobbling as fast as he could, he caught her by the door. "A kiss goodnight?“
"Best not,” she whispered, and kissed him goodbye, not goodnight.
Jim Caviezel, my favorite actor with his beloved wife, my favorite character John Reese, my favorite photo-shot, all came at one from 2015.08.29 Harvey Award, my most memorial day, so far. I miss him so much!