WOW – I told you the Eric from Beauty and the Beast had more to say. This is family Eric. I know some of you aren’t into kid stories – and Glimpses is all family stuff.
Some time as gone by since we last checked in – I give you a clue where everybody is at the beginning.
Remember – Beauty is one for which I don’t have a beta – sorry in advance.
NOTE: I have the next chapter ready to go – doing one last read through so it should be up tomorrow. Why am I telling you that? You’ll see.
Glimpses 6– Smarty Pants Part 1
Fall, 2007: Frannie – 18; Hunter – 8; Moyra – 2.5 years, Triplets – 18 months
“Any clues min kära?”
“She’s a daemon Eric. I can’t get anything from her thoughts you know.”
“I know, I thought you might have gotten a hint during the day from her directly.” Sookie shook her head ‘no’. “Well, I hear her arriving now.”
Sookie and Eric were waiting for Hunter’s tutor, Nancy Jouner, in Eric’s office. She’d requested a meeting earlier in the day to discuss Hunter’s education. All Hunter’s reports from his tutor had shown him progressing above expectations, so they didn’t know why they needed to meet. Their curiosity was about to be over. Hoyt opened the door and announced their guest.
They greeted each other and Nancy got down to business. “Your majesties, I’m afraid I don’t have anything else to offer Hunter.”
“I’m certified to home school up to a high school education Sookie. Hunter has begun to exceed my training.”
“He’s very comfortable with you though. Can we work something out? I guess I never saw the end to your relationship with Hunter.”
“I’m concerned that I’m doing him and you a disservice. He excels in science, he deserves to be challenged. I can keep up with vocabulary and writing, but he doesn’t need that full-time.”
Eric leaned on his desk, respecting the information Nancy was delivering, and that she’d made the decision to tell them knowing it could be a risk to her position. “What do you recommend?”
“Well,” She addressed Eric. “You cover history and Sookie covers the other social studies aspects. What he needs is the opportunity to work with a high level math and science teacher or teachers; possibly more technology as well. Honestly, he’s eight but he’s reached the level of a fifteen year old. I know he’s adopted but there is some familial link. Does this run in his family?”
Eric and Sookie glanced at each other and Sookie nodded slightly, indicating that Eric could cover what they’d learned. “We researched his father’s side. Turns out his father was a genius but he had to put his personal ambition aside to keep his parents afloat when he was young. Once he moved on from that, he met up with Sookie’s cousin and started taking drugs. Though he was clean when Hunter was born, he didn’t have the opportunity to work to his potential. His woodwork is beautiful but it wasn’t all he could have been.”
“Hunter being telepathic gives him an edge on top of his genes as well.” Sookie suggested and Nancy agreed. With a questioning look to Eric, Sookie added, “Wonder what that means for the triplets?”
Nancy was surprised. “I hadn’t realized they were telepathic.”
Eric nodded. “Yes, all three of them.”
“No. At first I wasn’t sure if I missed it, but since I know what it’s like in the triplet’s heads, I know she’s not.” She laughed. “Though she does have the ability to wrap any males near her around her finger. We chalk it up to fairy allure.”
Nancy laughed as well. “I’ve seen it and it’s not only males. My favorite is when she’s getting into something she shouldn’t and she gets caught.” Sookie snickered with the tutor. “She drops whatever it is and says, oops!”
“Every time.” Sookie added. “She got into the cookies the other day. By the time I caught her, she was eating Oreo crumbs off the floor and her lips were coated in black dust. She still turned to me and said her famous ‘oops’.”
Eric chimed in. “Still, she’s the sweetest of them all though. I mean, she doesn’t plot to get into mischief, the cookies probably fell accidently and Moyra took advantage.” He chuckled. “The triples, now they’re the plotters.”
“He’s right. I should have clarified.” She took a breath to tell the story. “The triplets somehow got the Oreos from the cabinet; they each grabbed what cookies they could hold and ran for it. Moyra was the one that found the cookies on the floor after the others had taken off.” She shook her head and laughed. “I was so busy chasing the other three to get the cookies and try to get them into time-out that I didn’t find Moyra right away.”
Nancy continued to chuckle with Eric and Sookie as she summarized the triplets perfectly. “Living with them is like having a three ring circus in your home. You never know which one to keep an eye on. I didn’t realize they were telepaths. But at their age, could they be collaborating?”
Eric answered. “We want to speak to Ludwig about it. Typically, eighteen month olds shouldn’t be plotting, but she said anything’s possible with their connection. Sookie’s tried to understand what they ‘say’ to each other in their heads, but she can’t. We started joking with the plotting comments but every day we suspect there is truth to it.”
Nancy sighed. “Seeing them grow up would’ve been fun. I’m sorry I won’t be here to start their education.”
Eric didn’t have any plans to let the daemon go. “Who says you won’t? You can still help Hunter with language arts and start the basics with Moyra. Soon you’ll have three more of them driving you crazy. Based on your recommendations, we’re hiring additional help, not letting you go.”
Nancy let out a breath. “I . . . I hadn’t expected that.”
Sookie was concerned; she couldn’t read the woman after all, so she asked. “Did you want to leave?”
“Not at all! I only wanted to be sure Hunter gets the education that meets his needs.”
“And we appreciate it Nancy. We’d like you to be part of the hiring process.”
“It would be my pleasure.” Nancy beamed.
“Shall we call Hunter and tell him the news?” Eric asked Sookie.
She smirked back. “Already done. He’s on his way.”
Nancy shook her head. “I know I’ve been here for years, but I can’t get used to the whole knocking on the brain thing.”
“Says the woman that can produce a ball of fire in her palm.” Eric mused.
“That’s a very helpful tool to show my students on the first day.”
Hunter had entered the office. “She did Daddy. I knew not to mess with her from the start.” He plopped between Eric and Sookie on the couch. “What’s up?”
“Tell him Sweetie.” Sookie encouraged.
Eric focused on Hunter. “You know how we found out your biological father was a genius?” Hunter nodded. “Seems he passed it onto you. Not that we didn’t know it to some extent before, but Ms. Jouner has confirmed it and made some recommendations for your education.”
“Like what? I’m not going away or anything am I?”
“Not at all. We’re going to find additional instructors to work with you here at home: science, math, maybe technology.” Hunter’s eyebrows rose to the top of his forehead in excitement. “You like that idea?”
He nodded wildly. “What kind of science? Can I do some biology stuff?”
Eric asked. “Is that your interest?”
“What got you into that?”
“I want to figure out vampires. I want to find out why you can’t go in the sun so I can fix it before you turn Mommy.”
Sookie started blubbering immediately. “Little man, you can focus on whatever you like for your life. Don’t pick something for me.” She used a tissue Eric handed her to clean her face. “Besides, you’re only eight. How do you know what you want to do for the rest of your life?”
“Mommy, if biology doesn’t work out, I can focus on something else. But I know for now I want to do biology. Fixing the sun thing for you is a bonus.”
Sookie wanted to be sure. “Ok, then tell me another reason for wanting to study biology.”
“I read from Jimmy’s mind that in high school, they go to dissect a frog,” he paused for dramatic effect. “While it was still living! How cool is that?”
Sookie looked horrified while Eric snickered. “That’s my boy!”
Early in the morning, before settling into bed, Eric started a conversation with Sookie. “Min Kara, have you had a change of heart about becoming a vampire?” Eric had figured Hunter’s desires to fix the sun/vampire situation had come from her thoughts and he was worried.
“I figured you were waiting to discuss it.” She took his face in her hands. “I haven’t changed my mind. I absolutely, positively, want to join you as a vampire. That doesn’t mean that Hunter hasn’t heard a stray thought about missing the sun as a result.”
Since he could feel her honesty, he breathed out a sigh of relief. “Good.” He leaned in to kiss her. “We still have many decades before we have to worry about it, but I know I wouldn’t want to live without you.”
“Same here.” A small grunt came from the other side of Eric and he turned to watch Moyra settle into a new position. The triplets had actually moved to the nursery in separate cribs around the time they turned one. They hadn’t been able to calm down and sleep together in the master bedroom and they took to their separate cribs immediately. Sookie thought perhaps their telepathic connection kept them feeling assured even if they weren’t next to each other. Moyra though? She was moved into a toddler bed and still made her way to her parent’s bed most nights. Now that she was getting older, they had to get creative with their ‘adult time’ with her being so close, but that was Sookie’s hang up and she knew it. Besides, Eric had proven he could be very creative indeed so their relationship hadn’t suffered.
Sookie watched as Eric shuffled Moyra so she was tucked into his side: their preferred position together and she settled herself in to his other side. With a final kiss to her brow, Eric fell into his day sleep with his arms around a portion of his family and a smile on his face.
Sookie didn’t have the same benefit of the call to sleep like a vampire. She was plagued with concerns about being enough for Hunter. Her son was brilliant, and here she was a former waitress who barely finished high school raising him. On top of that, at eight, he’d selected a career based on her concerns about being a vampire in the sun. That declaration had given her more guilt than anything. If Hunter chose biology – at a more appropriate/later age – she would be thrilled for him. For now, having the knowledge wouldn’t hurt so she resigned herself to have a biology science teacher that would help her son cut up living frogs, though only on days she wasn’t around!
She heard the triplets wake – at their usual noon-time start of the day and she realized, she’d never slept. With limited help, she managed to juggle the four little ones for their mid afternoon activities until they went down for naps. After leaving a note for Eric declaring it was ‘his turn’ she collapsed into bed as well.
Since Sookie had fallen into a very deep sleep, Eric needed to take a business call from the family den while trying to keep an ear out for the triplets. Moyra was in bed with Sookie and would be fine if she woke.
Once he heard Addie wake, it was only a moment before the two others joined her and he got their diapers changed quickly. Since Sookie was still out, he continued working from the den with the babies. He was playing blocks with Patrick and keeping focus on the call when he realized it was suddenly too quiet. A quick look had him realizing that Addie and Pammers had escaped him. After hanging up on his father and the other Council members he tucked Jarl under one arm and was off hunting for the girls only to find them in the playroom trying to build a climbing tower from the table and chairs to reach the cabinet where Moyra’s Barbies were stored. Barbies that the 18 month olds were not permitted to play with (those shoes were choking hazards). Moyra had only gotten the dolls the month before – slightly early at her age – but she played with them under strict supervision.
Jarl started giggling immediately and though he had no proof, he swore Jarl had somehow been designated to distract Eric with blocks so the girls could sneak off. ‘No. I’m losing it. Eighteen month olds can’t strategize like that. Still, as Sookie and I said, I think we’ll watch for other signs.’
“Sweetie?” Eric spun to see Sookie in the playroom. “Your panic woke me up. What’s wrong?”
He went to tell her about the girls disappearing act and his thoughts. She too agreed that it was farfetched that the triplets had worked out all those details. She also agreed to track what seemed like funny stories in a journal to discuss with her daemon godfather and fairy cousins to see if there was any information to be shared from the other species.
Since Eric had abandoned work for the moment, he tried to get information from Sookie on why she was so tired, but she heard Hunter and Frannie returning from an outing and pushed him off until later.
Eric didn’t forget and questioned Sookie again when they finally had time alone.
“Hunter is a genius.”
Eric smiled. “He is.”
“I’m not. I’m a waitress.”
Eric was perplexed. She hadn’t said anything similar to this for years. “Where is this coming from?”
“I’m incompetent to raise him. He deserves a better mother.”
“You couldn’t be more wrong about this Sookie. As Hunter’s parents, we’re here to nurture him, not instruct him on every detail, fact, and theory about the world. That we’re planning to get him the specific guidance and education he needs makes us competent to raise him. Besides, you told me your IQ tests indicated that you’re a smarty pants too.” He smiled at her. “Something else is going on here though. Where is this coming from? You didn’t answer my question.”
She looked down and some tears dripped from her cheeks. He recalled she’d attended a meeting in Shreveport – a panel discussion on working mothers. She’d become somewhat of a celebrity in her own right on the topic. “You came home ruffled from Shreveport the other day. Did something happen?” She nodded her head. “Will you tell me?”
“I think you and I are beyond that, yes?” He used his hand to gently tilt her head up. “I love you min Kara, and if you’re hurting, then so am I.”
She was quiet as she stared into his face while she worked up the courage to talk. “The Mayor of Shreveport was in attendance, Madeline Reece. She didn’t keep her feelings about me to herself.” Eric opened his mind to speak and she stopped him figuring out what he was going to ask. “The guards were instructed to keep the discussion quiet – by me.”
“What happened? Did you fight about something?”
“Fight? Not really. She pretty much unloaded on me after the panel discussion was over. She called me a fat cow and that someone who’d let themselves go so badly after having babies shouldn’t be representing working mothers. She called my job on the Council a fluff job that I use as an excuse to be called a working mother. The fact that I’m still working on my degree while doing all this made her laugh saying that you’d obviously been paying the college to award my credits and that an uneducated woman shouldn’t be part of a panel and role model for other women.”
Eric’s fury was rising. “How did you respond to that?”
“With great difficulty, I kept my tone even and suggested she check her facts. Since I read from her thoughts that her goal was to have me blow up and lose control, it was my only choice. I wanted to attack her, obviously, as did my guards, but they followed my lead. She’s part of a movement that wants to repeal all the rights we’ve gained for supernatural. She’d see us lose our children.”
“Why did you keep this to yourself?”
“I can feel you Eric. You want to kill her and you can’t. That’s not the way to handle haters.”
“You know she’s not right, ask anyone here. You work harder than any woman I know as a Council rep and a queen. You’re still working on your degree – and are in fact almost done. On top of that, you have six children at home – three in diapers and one taking forever to finish potty training. I swear the triplets will cross that line before Moyra.”
“It’s ‘cause we both baby her.”
“She’s too snuggly and cuddly. The triplets would rather be . . . plotting than be rocked and cuddled.”
She laughed. “True enough.”
“What do we do about this woman?”
“Nothing. I have to see her again next month for a follow-up. I’ll grin and bear it.”
“Or, maybe she’ll make her comments more public – maybe you can steer her to talking in front of the press and get her to go off.”
“Why would you want that?”
“If her comments became public, we can refute them, sue her . . . it gives us possibilities.”
“You don’t care if she says those things and a reporter prints it?”
“Not when we can do something about it.” He kissed her head. “Better?”
Laughing, he added the question they use with Hunter and Frannie after a serious discussion. “So what did you learn?”
She laughed in response knowing he was trying to lighten her mood. “It’s better to talk things out than to keep it bottled up.”
Over the course of the next month, Eric worked with Nancy to find science and math instructors to teach Hunter. The initial priority was science, so Eric first researched the top Universities for Biological Science (Hunter’s preferred focus area). He started at the top rated school, and worked until he finally was able to find a good match with a professor from Princeton, Gazali Desani. It helped Eric’s recruiting efforts that the woman hated snow, but it was a combination of her experience at a pharmaceutical company and her years at Princeton that made her the best qualified in Eric’s opinion. At the instructor’s suggestion, a fully equipped science lab was being constructed onsite. Hunter was helping with the layout and design and was very excited to visit ‘his lab’ every day. While they waited for the lab to be built, Hunter spent time with Gazali in the afternoon reviewing the scientific process and other basics.
Once Gazali had been recruited, they searched for a math teacher. The timing worked out well since Frannie had started her business degree at Louisiana State University (LSU) and was struggling with her Calculus class. So while Hunter focused on starting with his science courses, Frannie took advantage of the extra help with her math course. Living at home while she commuted back and forth to Shreveport most days gave her plenty of time with the tutor. Her best friend tried many times to convince Frannie that campus living was the best choice, but in the end Frannie couldn’t move out. Eric had purchased a small condo (and the ones above and below it for guards) for Frannie and Kaley to live in while they attended the Shreveport campus, but his oldest daughter couldn’t do it. As a family, they decided to transition slowly. Frannie would spend a night at the condo here and there – with Kaley and guards – and over the course of the fall semester she’d started staying over a few nights in a row. Everyone was sure she’d be moved in fully during the spring semester and that was a good thing since she needed to spend her last two years in Baton Rouge to complete her business degree.
Sam had been instrumental in helping Frannie with her education choices, since he’d completed his degree in business while he had been living in Texas. As Frannie finished out her high school year, she spent time with a career counselor and her parents on her future. Eric wanted her to work for him in some capacity, and given how close she was to the family, she had no concerns about that. Taking Frannie’s interest in helping people and her desire to study business into account, Eric came up with the perfect solution: Frannie would run the charitable foundation associated with all his businesses. As soon as the decision was made, she started helping right away. Frannie was thrilled, and Sam was relieved. As the CFO – he’d been running both the for-profit and charitable finance departments for Eric’s private businesses as well as the kingdom’s separate accounting group.
Frannie and Sam were reviewing the finalized budget for the annual Christmas donations Eric gave each year when Sookie stepped in. “Are you guys almost finished?”
“Yes Mom.” She looked to Sam. “Maybe twenty minutes?” Sam nodded and she smiled. “I’ll come to your office in twenty.”
“Come downstairs. You need to try on your winter ball dress, it’s back from being hemmed.” Frannie wasn’t happy about that. “What’s going on Frannie, I thought you were looking forward to ball?”
Frannie didn’t want to get the situation with Jimmy in front of Sam so she told her Mom they’d discuss it later and Sookie left. Sam turned to her. “Your mood changed. Wanna talk about it?”
“No. Let’s finish these numbers. Mom’ll pick it out of my brain if I don’t get to her soon.”
“That she will.”
They finished the budget review and Frannie headed to the living chamber. There, she found Sookie buried underneath balls in the pit with the triplets. “I’ll be out in a minute Frannie.”
“I’ll get the dress on.” She left the playroom to head to her bedroom and bumped into Eric. “Hey Daddy. Sam and I finished that budget.”
“Good.” He kissed her forehead. “You mother told me you’re upset about something and she thinks it has to do with the ball.” Frannie’s face fell. She couldn’t put up a front in front of her father. “Do you not want to go? I thought you liked the Louisiana Christmas ball we hold for all the state employees each year.”
“It’s not the ball specifically.” Looking for anything to distract him, her eyes darted around; she wasn’t ready to discuss her concerns about Christmas this year; or more specifically, Jimmy’s return home from college for the holiday. Jimmy had gone to Texas A&M University in the hopes of becoming a veterinarian. He knew it was a long educational path to follow, but after working at some local stables while in high school, he knew he wanted to work with animals and more than just as an assistant or stable hand. It was a good goal for Jimmy as he’d always excelled in school. He was starting his second year there, and he’d been able to come home for holidays and enough weekends to maintain a long distance relationship with Frannie. Things had changed this fall though, and she wasn’t sure what to tell her parents, or Jimmy for that matter. Lost in her thoughts, Frannie didn’t realize she’d both stopped walking and talking for a moment.
“Frannie, let’s go talk about it.” Eric took her hand and led her to their den. Since the other kids were in the playroom, it was quiet. “What’s going on?”
“It’s time . . . to end” she took a breath and tears started falling. “Jimmy . . .it’s over.”
Since Frannie couldn’t get a solid thought out, Eric seethed thinking his precious Lilla had been hurt by the boy. Before Frannie could clarify her words, Eric was already issuing death threats. “He’ll never make it back to Texas when I’m through with him. I warned him not to hurt you. Did he go too far . . . did her force himself on you physically?” She started shaking her head but Eric’s rage prevented him from seeing her response. “I’ll tear him limb . . .”
“He has to pay . . .”
“I’m doing this. Breaking up is what I want to do. Jimmy doesn’t know yet.”
Eric took a moment to absorb what his daughter told him and came out with a simple, “Oh.” He shook his head. “Then why are you crying?”
“It’s still sad. I don’t want to hurt him. I still love him but not in a relationship sorta way. I don’t . . . can’t explain it.”
“There’s someone else, isn’t there?” Finding someone attractive – someone else attractive – was the only explanation. Up until Jimmy left for school this past August, Frannie still believed the sun and moon set with the boy. The fact that Frannie was looking down and had shadows of guilt slip through her emotions confirmed it. “Are you dating this new person?” Eric held his anger in waiting for the answer. Frannie should know better than to date someone her parents hadn’t met.
“NO! Nothing like that.”
“Talk to me Lilla. I’m worried.”
His face softened and she let her guard down. “Daddy, this semester has been hard for me. It was exciting to take some college credits before I started officially at LSU, but that meant I dove in this year with some upper level classes right away. My grades are good – but I worked my butt off for them.”
“I understand. I don’t see how that relates to a new person.”
“I’m not seeing anyone. No flirting – nothing. It’s the fact that I’m attracted to someone else that had me sitting back and thinking about Jimmy. Like I said, I’ll always love him – my first love and all that – but there’s no spark, it’s over to me for anything more than friendship. Since we live so far apart, I could keep trying but I don’t think that’s fair to either of us.”
“It sounds like you’ve given this some solid thought. I can feel that you’re reluctant though and I don’t understand that.”
“I don’t want to hurt Jimmy. I don’t know whether to fake it through Christmas. I don’t know if sooner is better. Honestly, you and Mom, well, I can’t get dating advice from either of you.”
Eric chuckled. “True enough.”
“I need to decide what’s fair for Jimmy.”
Sookie entered the den after getting help for the kids and listened from the doorway. Eric was reiterating what he’d heard from Frannie and it sounded like he had the situation under control so she let them be. “Let me get this straight. You want to break up with Jimmy but you aren’t sure if you should.” Frannie nodded. “And right now, you don’t have plans to date anyone else since you’re so focused on school. But your interest in some other person . . .”
“Persons.” She corrected and Eric visibly swallowed and his eyes widened in shock. “I don’t want to date a bunch of guys Daddy – relax. I’m saying I started noticing other boys at school.”
Eric rubbed his face – fearing how his life would be as his other girls grew up. “For now then, the fact that you’ve noticed other boys is your sole purpose for breaking up with Jimmy because you’ve changed.”
“And I don’t need to kill him?”
“NO! Stop talking like that. You can’t do that, EVER! If I date someone else, what if they start feeling this way? It wouldn’t be fair to me to keep pretending to care if it was only done out of fear.”
Eric smiled. “I think you have your answer to what’s fair to Jimmy.”
“Yeah, I do.” She leaned into him. “And you survived a good father daughter talk involving dating and attraction. You’ll work out all the kinks on me so you won’t problems with Moyra, Pammers, and Addie.”
“Being a human father is much harder than being a vampire maker. Considering I made Pam, that’s saying something.”
“You aren’t her father though. I can’t explain it since I know nothing about how it feels to be a maker or vampire child, but you don’t behave like father and daughter.”
“We don’t and we had a talk about it. I was afraid she’d feel slighted once I started with human children.”
“You talked around the time that her Christian started calling you Unca Awick?” She let out a laugh at her imitation of Christian.
“It was exactly at that time. With Pam and Sookie so close, Sookie didn’t want to be Christian’s grandmother. Gran fills that role nicely. Once Pam and I sat down and spoke honestly, we quickly agreed that the family dynamic called for us to tweak how we were with each other. She’s very happy with the arrangement.”
“Since she still has her credit card from you.” Eric raised his eyebrow at Frannie. “I help with the finances for you. I see everything.”
“Good point.” He gave her a hug. “You better? You know what you’re going to do?”
“I do. For someone with no dating experience, you really helped.” Before he could ask she offered. “It was better to talk about it then stew on it.”
“Good. Anything else? You ready for your finals?”
“I’m more ready for Christmas break to be honest. Having a math tutor has done wonders for my understanding of calculus.” She peaked out the doorway to check for Sookie then whispered her next comment in case she was close. “Mom’s nervous about the Shreveport meeting tomorrow though.”
“It’s going to be fine. I’ve set things up nicely to have that bitch mayor put her foot in her mouth in front of the local news cameraman.”
“It’s nice to have connections.”
“It is.” Eric’s grin was full of confidence and malice. If Eric had anything to do with it, that Mayor would be out of office before the ball in two weeks.
“Back again Miss Stackhouse?”
Sookie sighed and turned to see the Shreveport Mayor standing near her. “I’m sorry Madame Mayor, I guess you forgot it’s Mrs. Northman.”
“I don’t recognize vampire and human marriages.” The mayor’s tone was caustic and she spoke while looking down her nose at Sookie.
Sookie smiled. “Oh, let me correct you then. The State of Louisiana passed the supernatural marriage rights law last year and my husband and I married, legally. Perhaps you aren’t up on the current laws.”
“I’m well aware of that ridiculous law. So aware of it, I’m working with one of the state representatives to have it repealed. All this supernatural equality is partly my motivation to run for public office. That includes having the adoption laws changed. You’ll be free of all your brats in no time.”
“Ms. Reece, I understand you have issues with me and honestly we don’t have the luxury of allowing a personal conflict. We both need to work on this initiative – at the request of the governor – so we have to see each other. You seem to forget that I’ve given birth to four of my children – they aren’t adopted. Hunter is adopted but he’s my cousin so we’re related in addition to what our paperwork says.”
“Children can be removed from unsafe conditions regardless of the biological relationship. I’d think you’d be happy to be rid of your unruly brood.”
I can tolerate your comments about me, but not my children. Not ever. Surely we share the protectiveness factor of being a mother. I’d appreciate it if you would keep that in mind.”
“Did you just threaten me?”
“How did you get a threat out of my comment? I’m asking for courtesy from one mother to another.”
The mayor leaned closer to Sookie so their noses were almost touching. “Listen you fat, inbred, uneducated, hick; I’m not about to be threatened by the likes of you. You are right about one thing: we do need to work together. Though why the governor wanted you to represent working mothers when you sit in your McPalace with your maids and nannies doing nothing all day . . . I’ll never know. It’s a travesty that you speak to the hardworking women of this state and commiserate about dirty diapers and late night meetings for work. I intend to expose you for the fraud you are, Sookie.” She ended her statement by practically spitting out Sookie’s name.
“Suit yourself. Stop by my McPalace anytime and try to keep up with me for a week.”
“I don’t know that I’d expose myself to all the animals, devils, and bloodsuckers and come out unscathed.”
“Don’t worry Madeline, none of them would be interested in you.”
Eric was quiet as he and the family watched the evening news. The newscast switched from the recording of Sookie’s discussion with the mayor back to the anchor desk:
News Anchor: “And that’s the conversation as you recorded it Angie?”
Angie, local news reporter: “Yes Michelle. As I said, I’d been invited to cover the event by the governor. The initiative in this state is gathering interest and he wanted to use the opportunity to promote the ‘Louisiana Mom’s Coalition’. I never imagined I fall into this discussion.”
News Anchor: “Once they realized they’d been recorded, did either woman have any comments?”
Angie: “Mrs. Northman politely declined to comment; she didn’t want to detract from the purpose of her attendance. She offered that she’d be available to discuss the video at another time if needed, but she wanted to get into the meeting that was about to start.”
News Anchor: “And Mayor Reece?”
Angie: “She wasn’t pleased to have been recorded and tried to tell me she would be suing me, the cameraman and the news station.
News Anchor: There you have it Shreveport, our Mayor taking a stand against Mrs. Northman or rather Queen Northman to some of you. I have a feeling we haven’t heard the last of this.”
Back in the den at home, Eric beamed at Sookie after he muted the news. “Sookie! You handled yourself brilliantly!” He complimented his wife and Hunter and Frannie followed suit.
“I agree Mom, you did great.” Frannie shook her head. “I can’t believe you kept your cool with her talking nasty like she was.”
Hunter giggled. “Yeah, with your temper, that had to be hard.” The family chuckled at Hunter’s comment.
“I can’t believe a local news reporter was there and recorded the whole thing.” Eric raised his eyebrow at her. “You arranged that?” He shrugged. “And you won’t admit it. Fine. What do we do now?”
“I called Cataliades. He’ll call with a recommendation. It may be a week . . . “ The internal phone line rang, interrupting Eric. “Yes Hoyt.”
“That reporter, Angie?”
“She’s here with a large bag and a cameraman.”
“I beg your pardon?” He looked at Sookie and she shrugged.
“Says she’s taking Sookie’s challenge to keep up with her for a week.”
1) Why do they call baby Pam, Pammers? You’ll have to wait for the next chapter to find out.
2) Smarty Pants Part 2 isn’t the next chapter – I have another one started – but that’ll be a while since it starts something that will take 2-3 chapters to finish. HEHEHEHE