“At least she’s happy now.” She put her down and went to the kitchen.
“I’ll give her a bath. You wash up,” Madison’s grandmother urged as she grabbed the tot carefully, her face wincing in disgust.
Angela’s shirt smelled of sour milk. She was running really late, she didn’t have the time to go home and put on a new shirt. A quick clean up job would have to do.
On her way to Dot’s, Angela was quite content; she had the feeling she was making a difference, a difference in a single person’s life but it was still something. When she had first met her, Dot was a miserable woman. Since, she had morphed into a happy semi-normal individual. She wasn’t sure if that was a result of their ‘friendship’ but she hoped it was. But... she wasn’tso happy about Michael; how dare he put his big nose in her business, yet again. She would definitely have a little talk with him.
When she got there, Ellie let her in. It was another nice day and she could smell the fresh flowers. She suddenly had the urge to go running into the garden. Ellie led her to the study and offered her coffee. Angela asked her if she had any tea, by chance. Ellie quickly obliged. She was making herself a little more comfortable at the Bowman Estates. All was good until twenty minutes had passed, and still no Dot. She finished her tea. Ellie came in just as she was getting up to leave.
“I’m sorry. I can’t find her anywhere,” she apologized. “I’ll go ask Michael if he knows where she is.” She hurried off.
Angela sat there staring out the window. A beautiful day; the garden looked as inviting as ever. Maybe Dot is ill, she thought.
Michael startled her when he came in.
“Hi, Angela,” he greeted her with a smile, wearing faded jeans and a white T-shirt.
“Oh, Hi, Michael,” she said as she got up from her chair.
He gave her a funny look. “You have something on your shirt,” he said, pointing at her shoulder.
She looked down.
“Oh... I think that’s… vomit,” she said, mortified.
“That’s disgusting,” he said, laughing. “I don’t even want you to explain,” he joked.
“It’s my Goddaughter. I was with her just before I came here and she was sick.”
“Come with me,” he told her.
He walked her over to the closest powder room.
“She must keep you busy. I miss those days… vomit and all.”
“They’re worth every second, aren’t they?” she said, dabbing at her shoulder with a wet cloth.
“They are,” he readily agreed.
She guessed he was a good father to his kids. He had such a caring manner and doting personality.
“Actually…you wait here,” he told her and sprinted off.
She waited. The idle time took her back to her angry thoughts. She told herself she would stand up to him as soon as he came back.
He came back with a white T-shirt, identical to the one he was wearing.
“Put this on,” he instructed and waited outside the powder room as she did.
“I wanted to talk to you about something,” she said, coming out of the room.
He laughed at the sight of her; she was swimming in his t-shirt.
“It’s a little big,” she said, looking at herself.
“Don’t you say?” He smiled again; she sure had a way of entertaining him.
“Talk to me about what?” he asked.
