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Date Posted: 13:48:22 04/02/01 Mon
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by Kate
's message, "Things My Mother Taught Me" on 19:49:51 03/29/01 Thu
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Always leave a note.
After lunch the mail came in. Michael went through it quickly. The postcard caught his eye immediately. "Nikita!"
"What is it?" Nikita nearly tripped on her way to the front desk, her face tight with anxiety and irritation over her clumsiness. "Milla?"
"She sent us a postcard." Michael held it up, then quickly read the back. His face fell. "It's for David, telling him where she left his car."
"What's it say?" Nikita grabbed it in both hands so she wouldn't drop it.. Her eyes filled with tears. "It was mailed days and days ago from Rome. She could be anywhere."
"She'll be fine." Michael put his hand in the small of her back and looked over her shoulder at the card.
"I want her to come home," Nikita said fiercely.
"She will. When she's ready. She just needs some time." Michael plucked the card from her hand and tucked it into the corner of the cork board underneath Milla's magazine spread.
From behind them on the public side of the front desk, someone said, "Uh, right. Say, I'm looking for Sam Sanderson? Know him? Doctor. Got a pregnant wife. Hope they're still here."
Nikita looked up, brushed her tears away and tried to smile. "He's a guest here, yes."
"Yeah? Spectacular. Was afraid this was the wrong place. Couldn't exactly remember the name. Knew it was a saint, but they're all the same to me. Can't keep ‘em straight." He beamed at Michael and Nikita, a big, cheerful smile that made Nikita want to smile back. He was huge, at least six inches taller than either she or Michael. An enormous, friendly giant.
"I'm his brother." The giant dropped his suitcase with a thump and extended a ham of a hand. "Andy Sanderson. Good to meet you."
Nikita smiled. "Nikita and Michael Samuelle."
"Yeah? Great. You're the lady I want to see. Got your blood the other day and now I need to look at the rest of you. Can I come on back? And you're gonna have to take off some clothes."
Michael put himself between Nikita and the stranger. "First, we'll get you checked in," he said firmly. "Then you can examine her."
"Yeah? Right then." He beamed at them again. "Hey." He squinted at Nikita. "Meant to ask you before: how're your motor skills holding up?"
"Not so good lately," Nikita answered.
"Yeah? Thought that might be the case. Let's get a move on, then. And d'you know where Sam is?"
"I think he and Sara went to Pompeii," Michael answered.
"Yeah? Huh. They'll be back, though, right? Wouldn't want to miss them. Want to see Sara, anyway. Thank goodness Sammy's a GP, I wouldn't want to look at her naked. Be kinda funny, since she's my sister-in-law, you know?"
Michael blinked.
"Oh. Guess I forgot to tell you. Used to be a GP too. But you know how it is, I was looking for a change. I can still check out a woman's --"
"I'll need to see your passport," Michael said firmly.
"Oh, yeah, right you are." Andy fumbled through his briefcases, his doctor's bag and finally, his coat, where he seemed to be surprised to find his passport. "Here it is. Buggery little thing. Always losing it."
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