Roswell Fanatics

JP is such a cutie! Kind of reminds me of me. There is a big age gap between me and my siblings, so for most of my childhood a Snoopy when every where with me. He even had to have his own seat at the table!

You write such precious little ones.
This reminds me when we had two grandsons here with us, they were from 2 different families and one was a little older. The youngest was still wearing the pull up diapers at night. When he realized the older cousin didn't do that, he went home completely potty trained. His mother was thrilled, peer pressure always wins.
These grandsons are now grown and in college.......I miss those wonderful days and memories when they were young.
Carolyn

Hey Ginger - fantastic part again...

Oh! JP is going to be not so easy, as it looks like... but being the last one from the Evans clan, he has a right at tantrums and already shows a really strong caracter, likes his mom!

She is a clever one anyway, for understanding that he didn't want the rasor but something with his father's odor!

Loved it and thanks! EVE

Roswelllostcause: LOL, that is too cute. Years ago my daughter and her friends gave, Santa gave, their daughters American Dolls for Christmas so the day after Christmas the Dolls had a tea party. My daughter and her friends made little tea cakes and dressed the girls in their finest, dollies and all, and had this fancy tea party in my daughter's dining room. It was really cute and those little girls really put on a show for us. Ah the memories. Those little girls are all grown up now with jobs and apt's and homes of their own. My how time flies.
Carolyn: My Lord, you sound just like me. I guess that's why I write such fluff, I miss those little ones something fierce. The youngest grandchild is now 21, pretty much JP if the truth be known, and although he's a kick to be around I wish sometime for the little ones. Mine were fun but grandkids are different...you're not too responsible for making them into responsible adults so whatever they do wrong their parents can deal, not my job.
Eve: You are so right...he's going to have a very strong personality, very open and honest no doubt. Nothing underhanded about the kid at all, what you see is what you get.

The Texas Tornado is flying in this week so if I miss an update it isn't because I've forgotten about you...just off having fun and enjoying that daughter who likes to throw tea parties for dolls.



Chapter: 7

Liz groaned as the alarm buzzed on the night stand situated next to her ear…”Oh God, already?” she thought to herself. She felt as though she had never gotten to bed and here it was time to get up. As the sun shone in on her from the balcony off the bedroom Jack bounced up from his doggie bed next to Max’s side and looked at her with those big black eyes of his. He almost looked like he was smiling at her and, if the truth be known, he probably was.

“Okay boy…go on down and I’ll be right there.” She said to the big black lab whose tail was wagging so hard against the wall that it sounded like it was beating out a rhythm on a tom-tom.

Jack was a three year old black Labrador retriever weighing in at well over 100 pounds. Max had brought him home as a foundling that had been wondering around the baseball practice field when he was just a small puppy. He had feet so big he actually tripped over them when he tried to run. Jack was one of the best friends the kids had…why he chose to be her friend at 6:00 a.m. every morning was beyond her. Why not pick one of the kids? Especially the last couple of weeks…God was she tired, she would surely be glad when Max got home.

Off she went, grabbing her robe from the corner of the bed and slipping her feet into her slippers. She padded on down the stairs and headed for the back door and opened it for the big black lump of friendship. He could go out and take care of his business. While she waited for the dog she headed to the downstairs bathroom off the laundry room and took advantage of its’ facilities. She grabbed her toothbrush while she was there and gave her teeth a good going over. She knew it would take the dog time to sniff and mark his territory throughout the back yard so she wasn’t in any big hurry. He was the sweetest animal she thought she had ever seen but at 6:00 a.m. she wasn’t so sure about liking any animal human or otherwise.

She leaned against the wall next to the back door waiting with her eyes closed and after a while she heard some scratching. It was time to let the beast in and give him some fresh water. That way he could just go out again in a few more hours. After this morning ritual she headed on up the back stairs to start getting the rest of the family up and ready for the day.

As she passed Max’s and her room she saw him… there he was, right up on the bed with his head on the pillow and the minute he saw Liz he started pounding his tail again, against the bed covers this time. He had managed to go up the front stair case and get there ahead of her. She couldn’t understand it? How could a dog this obedient not stay off the bed? Why that dog had to take Max’s spot on the bed in his absence was beyond her ability to reason.

Max had told her once, with a twinkle in his eye,

“Ah Liz, he’s just protecting you.” And Liz snorted indignantly as she stripped the bed again after having booted the dog off of it.

“Protecting me my ass, he’s a big baby that’s what he is! He just wants protection for himself, that’s what he wants.” And Max just laughed at her and kissed her on the tip of her nose,

”Now sweet, it’s only a pillow…let him enjoy.”

And of course she did, let him enjoy... She once suggested that they let him have one of the guest rooms with his own big bed and Max informed her that Jack was a sociable dog and needed to be among people. So he slept next to their bed right where he wanted to and she loved him, of that she was certain. She did insist that he be put out of the room during intimate times though…she just couldn’t deal with those big black eyes watching her and Max like they were the stars in some porn movie. It was just plain creepy is what it was. So Max obliged her and put the dog out of the room when they were in a romantic mood.

*

After Liz shooed the dog off the bed and got herself dressed and her hair brushed she headed for Parker and Gerard’s rooms. The six year old twins were somewhat easy to arouse and to get ready for school, no big deal, and then she was off to Briana and Deana’s rooms, the eight year olds, to get them started as well.

After making sure those four were up and about she headed for four year old JP’s room, her baby, and she stood at the door watching a little miniature Max breathe in and out in a steady rhythm. If there was ever a clone born it was JP. The red hair long gone and the little body so perfectly sculpted was a sight to behold. Even his ears… no matter how hard Liz tried by keeping little stocking caps and hats on his tiny head when he was an infant in order to keep those ears tucked in they still insisted on protruding way beyond the norm of ears but that’s okay because he was one of the handsomest little boys on earth. She smiled as she went to his closet to retrieve some jeans and a shirt and headed over to his dresser to get him some clean underwear and socks.

JP recently decided that he preferred showers to his mother bathing him but Liz still oversaw the daily ritual…sometime he came out of the shower with dry hair which told her that he was not doing a very good job of taking care of himself. So now that she had everything they needed, she simply went over to his bed, pulled the covers back and reached in and started tickling the youngster around his little ribs. He scooted farther under his pillow so that all that was visible was his ninja pj’s and some bare skin around his little waist. But his mother’s quick fingers beat him to his destiny as they did every morning and he rolled over and gave her a sly grin just like his daddy did when he was home.

Max was at the baseball camp this week so Liz was on her own. This only happened once in awhile and the camp was such a worthy cause that neither Liz nor Max begrudged the needy children the time that he was taken away from them.

“C’mon JP, into the shower baby…mommy has to start breakfast and pack lunches then when we get back from school you can help me make some beds and get things ready for when daddy comes home.”

“When’s dad coming home?” JP asked his mom through his sleep hazed state.

“Sometime this evening sweetie, so let’s get busy. Maybe we can bake him some of his favorite cookies.

“Okay, can we bake some with Hershey’s kisses too?”

“Sure we can…we’ll just stop at the market on our way home and get some. Does that sound good?”

“Yeah…can we do that before we make beds?”

“No…we can do that after we make beds now get in the shower and make sure you wash all over or we’ll have to do the bathtub…okay?”

“Okay mom, but don’t look.” Liz stifled a giggle…

“I won’t look JP but you need to hurry.”

“Okay…and mom, I know how to tie my shoes so you can go now.”

“I’ll be right down stairs JP so if you need any help just holler okay.”

“Okay. Is Liv coming today?”

“No, Liv is still on vacation. She’s visiting her daughter remember. She’ll be back next week.”

“Okay.” And with that JP was in his bathroom turning on the shower, he really liked Liv and when she was here he didn’t have to make beds…

“And JP, don’t forget to brush your teeth.” Liz added

“I won’t mom, bye.” And Liz left JP to his shower with a twinkle in her eye and she giggled again as she headed for the stairway shaking her head.

Olivia had been with Max when Liz first came to Philadelphia so many years ago and Liz just couldn’t bring herself to move from the large estate and not take her with them. She was one of Liz’s dearest friends besides being her housekeeper. Olivia was also in charge of all hiring and firing of domestic help in Max and Liz’s home but Liz did make sure that her duties were not too strenuous since Olivia was getting up in years. She mostly was the overseer of the domestic duties and Liz dearly loved her.

As she passed Briana’s room the eight year old beauty asked her mom if she would braid her hair for her and Liz said sure as long as she helped pack lunches.

“Sure mom…” So Liz stepped into the youngster’s room and grabbed a comb and brush and asked…

“What do you want Bree?”

“May I have a French braid down my back?”

“Whatever makes you happy ‘light of my life’.” Liz answered with a grin.

“No! Mom! I’m the air that you breathe Dee Dee is the light of your life!” And Liz really had to stifle a laugh…

“Sorry baby I forgot!”

“And Mom! JP is baby.” Briana was almost in a snit with her mother…

“Wrong sweetheart! All of you are my babies and don’t you forget it. But I will try to do better on the air that I breathe.” Now Briana was giggling along with her mother.

Soon the hair was braided and Gerard was standing in Bree’s doorway asking Liz where his favorite tee shirt was and Liz was looking at him like he had a hole in his head.

“What do you mean ‘your favorite tee shirt’? I didn’t know you had a favorite tee shirt.” Liz looked at him quizzically.

Then Bree popped up with… “Oh he didn’t until Marlene told him she thought it looked good with his eyes.” And Bree gave her little brother a sneaky look before returning her attention to her mother.


With that Gerard threw a pillow at his eight year old sister and Liz stood there dumbfounded…he was six years old for God’s sake and now he had a favorite tee shirt because some Marlene told him he looked good in it. What in the …

“Gerard, who’s Marlene and which shirt does she like?”

“It’s okay mom, I’ll find a shirt.” And the young boy turned and gave his sister a dirty look and stomped off to his room.

Liz looked at Bree with questioning eyes and Bree just grinned at her mother…”she’s a new girl at school. She’s in his class and I don’t think she knows there are two of them yet…let’s see how she does with that.”

They’re just too far advanced for their ages Liz thought to herself and headed back out the door when Deana grabbed her and wanted to know if she would curl her hair…What in the hell has gotten into these kids today she thought to herself…

“Yes, but you have to help with breakfast.”

“Okay mom….not a lot of curls, just some waves okay.”

“Okay. Hey, this new girl Marlene does she have a brother?” And Deana looked up into the mirror and met her mother’s eyes and grinned…’busted’ she thought.

“Yeah, why?”

“Just wondered, there wouldn’t be more than one brother would there?”

…Liz was hoping there was.

“Yeah, they’re twins, like us.”

“Oh, that’s interesting.” Liz thought ‘I wonder how this is going to play out’. And with that she completed the wavy hair request and tried to get downstairs before someone else needed something that she hadn’t planned for this morning.

In the kitchen Liz had Deana setting the table and Briana was gathering up four bags, four apples, four packages of cookies and four snack packs while she made four sandwiches. JP was still busy trying to get his shoes tied and Gerard was digging through folded tee shirts looking for his ‘favorite’,

“Don’t you mess up that folded laundry young man.” Liz shouted and about that time Parker showed up in the kitchen in his dress slacks and a button down shirt …’he’s six for God’s sake’ Liz thought to herself and then she noticed he had combed his hair back like his dads.

“Let me guess…Marlene is a twin.” She said, looking at Parker.

“Yeah mom, how’d you know?”

“Just a guess.” Liz said. Six and eight years old…good gawd!!! What’s it going to be like in 10 years?

*~*~*

Meanwhile back in Connecticut Chief of detectives, Kyle Valenti, was reading over the released prisoner spread sheet when he came across Don Adams name. “Paroled for good behavior! How in the hell can that be?” Kyle thought to himself. The man was convicted of conspiracy to commit murder, bigamy and intent to inflict bodily harm. This is not right…there has to be some mistake. He immediately got on the phone and called his wife.

“Tess, Don Adams has been paroled. That damned new governor decided to release model prisoners regardless of their crimes in order to cut back expenses. This is insane. Watch the boys and call Liz.”

“Oh My God Kyle… as you said…the man’s insane, who knows what he’ll do. Should I go get the boys out of preschool or what…Oh God, poor Liz, if he heads to Philadelphia God knows what he’ll do? I’ll call her right away. And Kyle, be careful, he’s not too happy with you either. You know he blames all of us for his problems. It’s too bad Liz couldn’t find a medical reason for his insanity. I’ll call you later, be careful and I love you.”

“I love you too Tess and leave the boys in school. I’ll send a plain-clothes man over there and have him stay until we feel safe. You be careful too okay?”

“Sure Kyle, I will. Bye.”

“Goodbye.” And Kyle hung up.

*~*~*

Liz had just pulled out of her driveway with all of the kids in tow after putting Jack out in the back yard and was headed to school when the phone in the study started ringing. It finally went to voice mail and Tess was beside herself…

“Liz, it’s Tess. Call me as soon as you get this message, Don Adams has been paroled and we all know he’s nuts so watch your back. Kyle has a plain-clothes man watching the boys but I think you need to do something as well. Call me.” Tess was shaking all over, Liz wound up being her best friend after all of the crap she had put her and Max through and she didn’t want anything happening to her. It’s because of her I can function in a normal world Tess thought to herself. God, don’t let anything happen to her or those kids.

Poor Liz dealing with her kids first crushes at such a young age. Though I was maybe a year older than the girls when I had my first crush. It was the brother of a friend from down the street. He was a year younger so he thought girls were yucky. But that didn't stop my friend and me from pinning him to the floor so I could give him a kiss!

Oh hecky no! Crazy Don can't be out of prison! That big lug of a dog better protect his momma!

Hey Ginger, how are you? Tornado you wrote, serious? already happened or it is just a warning?
I saw one in TV and that was apocalyptical to see ...

We only had one once, that was in 3d January 2000 and the forrest around my village, in our county was devastated with roofs flying around... So I hope it goes far away from your region!


I loved the new part, especially with the red head little boy who turn out to be looking like Max...
I just hope that the other idiot out from jail won't be a problem... At least not when Liz is alone!

Thanks EVE

Enjoy your daughter's visit. Wish she'd send some of her energy down to me!
Hurry back when you can.........I hate to see Don Adams out and about. Not telling what trouble he will stir up.
Thanks,
Carolyn

Roswelllostcause: LOL, I was in first grade when I had my first crush. His name was Jackie Berish. Don't ask me how in the name of God I remember that but your note brought it to mind. I never kissed him or any boy for that matter until I was well into my teens but I remember him. Wonder whatever happened to him? As for the crud outside we'll see what happens. It will probably be a surprise to me as well as you since I haven't gotten that far with all of the company I've had.
Eve: As I pm'd you, the tornado was daughter, and she found things to keep herself and her brother busy while she was here. They just HAD to re-screw the pickets in my back yard fence to the cross ties. Just in case they decided to fall over because they have been in the yard for so long. Now that's what I call, I won't say what I'm thinking, it's not nice and bless her heart she doesn't deserve her mom to think she's anal...I raised her that way. Anyway, We're getting into the guts of the story now but you know me well enough to know it'll be fine.
Carolyn: I did indeed enjoy my daughter's visit, when she wasn't looking for something to fix I managed to get her out to a couple of movies. "Spy" being one of them, a truly funny pic. and then a cruise down the Rogue River on a jet boat. That was awesome. This week my brother from Kansas will be here and if he feels up to it we will drive up to Grants Pass and do that river boat thing so he can enjoy it. the next time you and your friends drive up I-5 take the day and do that. It's awesome.

Chapter: 8

As Liz pulled out of the driveway and onto the main highway she didn’t notice the strange man running through the gates as they closed behind her and another watching closely from behind the shrubs lining the brick wall.
*
After dropping the kids off at school Liz headed to the supermarket to get the supplies she needed to make M & M cookies and Hershey kisses to make JP’s favorite and then they headed on home. She parked the SUV in the garage and retrieved her purchases and her son from the vehicle then headed to the back door. She thought she saw a figure through the window. She grabbed JP’s hand and looked harder. She slowly evaluated the situation and then decided everything looked clear so she headed into the house. She went straight to the kitchen to put the candy in the pantry and when she turned around she saw a vaguely familiar pair of shoulders leaning over her four year old son. She thought for a minute and then said….

“Don?”

And the man looked up from his bent over position while holding onto her son by his little shoulders. Liz was terrified but she knew she couldn’t let JP see how terrified she was, she could overcome any fear if it meant getting JP to safety. She reached into her coat pocket and fingered the keyboard of her cell phone while never breaking eye contact with the man that almost got away with taking her life. She dialed 911 and only hoped that she could distract this person while the operator on the other end realized there was an emergency.

“Liz. I see you’ve done well for yourself considering you were the frump of the neighborhood.” The man scowled in disgust at his former wife.

Liz continued to keep eye contact with the man and brought her hands to the front of her body and without moving another muscle she signed to her son with her fingers…”Stand still.”

JP looked up at his mother and smiled, he knew what she meant and did as she said and waited. ‘Who is this man?’ the little boy thought to himself.

“What do you want Don? Why are you here? You have no business in my home, when did you get out of prison?” Liz was doing her damnedest to stay calm, she knew if she remained calm that JP would also.

The dispatcher on the other end of the phone finally figured out that the person on the other end of the line was in trouble and couldn’t speak so she put a trace on the call. She soon discovered that it was coming from Max Evans home, the famous baseball player, and she immediately patched the call over to the lead investigator in the Philadelphia PD who in turn listened to the conversation taking place at the Evans residence.

“I don’t know what I want yet but you are definitely going to pay for sending me to prison…I don’t know how yet but you’re going to pay Liz.” The man’s voice was agitated and his eyes became glassy as he spoke.

Liz looked at JP and back up to the man’s face in a split second. JP seemed quite relaxed with all of this so Liz signed again…’stand still.’

Don noticed Liz’s fingers moving but he thought it was all nerves and Liz continued to keep an eye on him. She was frantic with worry…he could snap JP’s neck in a split second and she was sure he had learned a few new tricks in prison as well.

“Well Don, as I recall I had nothing to do with you planning my murder, I think you did all of that by yourself. I didn’t ask to be murdered, I did nothing to cause you to want me to be murdered and I didn’t try to hire a hit man. You did all of this on your own Mr. Adams. So what makes you think it was my fault? Answer me that?” Liz was doing her best to keep Don’s attention away from her son.

About that time she could hear sirens in the background and only hoped that the PD wasn’t coming here with lights and sirens blazing but it was time to make a move. She signed JP again. Thank God she hadn’t set the alarm on the front gates.

‘Kick him and run.’

JP’s eyes got really big and he signed back…”NO”

Liz was very near hysteria now and her only aim was to protect her son…

“YES! Kick and run.” And she chanced another look at her son who saw the cast iron skillet on the stove next to his mother’s right hand. It was still there from breakfast and the sirens were getting closer.

Don looked out the window and Liz shouted “NOW” and JP kicked Don as hard as he could and Don let loose of the child for a split second and JP was gone in a flash. Liz grabbed the skillet and smacked that man just as hard as she could right across the top of his head, his knees buckled, he landed on the floor all limp and the blood started to squirt everywhere and Liz just stood there shaking. She kicked the kitchen throw rug that was in front of the sink over the prone body and took the cell phone out of her jacket pocket and said…

“Hello.” In a hysterical voice.

The dispatcher on the other end asked…

“Is this Mrs. Evans?”

“Yes.”

“The police are on their way are you alright?”

“I am now…and who in the hell told those idiots to come with lights and sirens blazing? They damned near got my son killed.” Liz was a raving lunatic. She had to vent at someone and the poor dispatcher was taking the brunt of it all.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Evans, they weren’t supposed to do that. Are you sure that the police came to your home that way.”

“No!!! They aren’t here yet, so I don’t know how they’re arriving.” Liz was running her hand through her hair as she spoke. “I’m sorry for yelling at you but there are sirens outside.” Liz felt awful for ranting the way she did.

“That’s alright, is this Mr. Adams still there?”

“Yes, I cold cocked him with a cast iron skillet. I may have killed him…I don’t know. I told my four year old son to kick him and then run. I need to go find him.”

“I didn’t hear any conversation between you and a child….”

“We used sign language, baby sign language. We taught all of our children to sign, it’s something we’ve done since they were babies. You would be amazed at what babies are capable of learning and signing makes life so much easier on the entire family.” Liz was rambling and she knew it but she couldn’t help it, she was dancing from one foot to the other as she spoke to the person on the other end of the line. “That’s neither here nor there, when do you think the police will be here?” The words just kept rolling off her tongue.

“I see, soon Mrs. Evans…” And about that time Liz heard a noise outside the door and went and opened it for the police who were, as the dispatcher said, being very quiet. The officer looked at Liz, the phone in one hand and the skillet in the other and knew what had happened without even asking. He took one look at the body lying on the kitchen floor and called for an ambulance immediately and then Liz handed him the skillet that was dripping bacon grease and blood all over the place. The officer took a towel from the counter and gingerly accepted the skillet from Liz who then told the dispatcher that her crew was here and she was going up to the attic to get her son. The officer looked at the petite brunette and said…

“There’s a child here?”

“Yes.” Liz said. “He was holding him hostage.” And she pointed to the body on the floor, her face was ashen and she was shaking from head to foot.

“We didn’t hear a child’s voice on the speaker…” The officer said in a very calming tone, he could tell the woman was ready to collapse.

“I’ll tell you in just a minute.” And with that she handed her phone to the officer and headed up the stairs taking two at a time and when she returned she was holding a small boy so tightly that it looked like she might break him in two and the officer had to tell her to lighten up a little. She looked at JP’s little body and she placed him down in front of her and hugged him for dear life. The officer was just finished with his conversation to the 911 operator and placed the phone on the kitchen counter.

JP looked at his mom and smiled and signed “thanks.”

Liz smiled back and signed “You’re welcome.” And the policeman understood the silent communication between mother and child.

“Does that answer your question?” Liz asked.

“Yes ma’am. We’re sorry, we didn’t know he was deaf.”

*

Meanwhile, in the Phoenix, Arizona airport a frantic Max Evans was trying to charter a plane to Philadelphia airport. The man was so worked up with terror that he could hardly speak…there had never been a time in his life when he was this terrified, not even when Don Adams had a contract out on Liz.

*

And back at the Evans estate a calm detective listened to a near frantic Liz Evans:

“Oh, he isn’t deaf…all of our children have been taught to sign since infancy. It’s easier to communicate with a baby when they can sign until they know how to talk. But I never thought it would come in handy for something like this. I told him to kick Don and then run. And so he did. That’s when I grabbed the frying pan and let Don have it I only wish I could have hit the asshole that set him free instead.”

And the officer turned his back and smiled as he pretended to survey the situation, he didn’t want the near hysterical woman getting angry with him. He had read about the feisty young doctor who had married Philly’s star baseball player and it seems the stories were true.

Soon the ambulance arrived and when the paramedics uncovered the perpetrator’s head the investigating detective got a shocked look on his face…it was his sergeant from the marine corps. What in the hell was going on here he thought to himself as the paramedics loaded Don Adams onto the gurney and wheeled his limp body out of the Evans household. It looked like Liz had done a very good job of bringing the man down. He had a slight pulse and that was about all. He definitely had a fractured skull and he was still bleeding when they wheeled him out. Liz didn’t care if the asshole was dead. How dare he come into her home and take her child hostage, she would have none of it and they could do with her as they wished but JP was safe and that was all that mattered.

After they removed Don from the house Liz sent JP to the family room to watch cartoons while she spoke with the policeman and gave her statement and then the officer asked her if he could talk to JP and she said of course. She told the officer that she didn’t want JP to know what her relationship was to this Don Adams otherwise he would have been there throughout her statement. The officer understood and so Liz went and got JP and brought him back to the dining room where he sat and talked to the officer in charge while his mother sat and took it all in. JP conducted himself like a perfect little gentleman and Liz just sat back and allowed her son to speak without a single word from her. She was so proud of him and then the officer told JP what a big boy he was and JP smiled up at him with that crooked little grin of his father’s and said…

“I can tie my own shoes too, see?”

“I see that. You really are a big boy and thank you for your help JP.”

“You’re welcome. Mom and I are going to bake cookies for daddy this morning would you like some?”

The officer looked at Liz and smiled and told JP that he had to go home and see his own little boy but maybe someday they could have some milk and cookies together with his little boy.”

JP smiled and said…

“That will be nice; I’ll bring my dad with me okay?”

“Okay JP and take good care of your mom.”

“I will. Are you going to keep mom’s skillet? She really likes that skillet; she uses it to fry bacon in.”

“Well, JP, I think we need it for a little while but I’ll bring it back when we’re finished with it, is that okay.”

“Sure, but I’ll have to tell dad you have it though. He won’t care; maybe he’ll buy mom a new one.”

“I’m sure he will JP. I’ll see you around okay.”

“You can keep the skillet.” Liz said with a frown…

And the officer smiled at the little boy and nodded his head to Liz and found his way out as Liz did what she had wanted to do for two hours…she grabbed her son up on her lap and hugged him for dear life. The officer looked into the dining room as he dropped something on top of the refrigerator and closed the door and smiled. This woman was terrified but you would never know it to look at her. She was very good at hiding her emotions he thought to himself as he headed down the driveway. What a woman; I wonder what the story is behind her and the serge. I need to check that out and as he walked out to the driveway another pair of eyes was watching very closely to what was going on inside those gates.

*~*~*

After Liz had cleaned up most of the mess in the kitchen and she and JP had baked cookies as promised she went to her study to call Max. That’s when she saw the flashing signal for a message. She listened to Tess and called her immediately.

She filled Tess in on what had happened this morning and told her to have Kyle call off the plain clothes man. She had bashed Don’s head in with a cast iron skillet which was now on its way to the Philly Police department and Tess breathed a sigh of relief.

“When are you going to come to Connecticut for a visit Liz? I miss you.”

“God Tess, I don’t know. It’s really hectic with 5 kids…what one doesn’t think of the other does. And now, listen to this, two new sets of twins just started school with the four older ones this week. I’ve got two 8 year old girls needing fancy hairdo’s this morning, one boy wearing his dress clothes to school while the other is looking through laundry baskets for his favorite shirt. They’re six years old for God’s sake.”

Tess was in hysterics by the time Liz got finished with her tale of woe and then she started in on hers. There were only two, five and three year olds, and the two women talked for almost two hours. By the time Liz hung up she felt like a new person…she really needed that talk. She decided to wait until Max came home to tell him about the morning’s events but as she headed upstairs she heard the front door slam. Uh Oh, someone already told him…she could tell.

And as all of this was going on inside the house someone was still standing on the outside of the gate, hidden, taking in all of the action and wondering what his next move should be, he needed to find out where the cops took Don…that was his number one priority.

*~*~*

Whoa Ginger, just about the time I thought Liz had every thing under control with the cast iron skillet, you leave us with some one hiding outside the gate of the house.
Guess we're not out of the woods yet.

It sounds like you and your daughter had a wonderful visit. Still wish I had all of her energy.
Thanks,
Carolyn

Don't ever make Liz mad! Or try to hurt one of her kids! I could just see her with that skillet! I know for a fact that a cast iron skillet is heavy! Mom had one when I was a kid. We always made bacon, sausage and even eggs in it!


Helen