Episode 125 – Michael and Cameron Have It Out

Michael stood in his ex-wife’s kitchen and pressed his lips together. Cameron was tall and willowy, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She had just let him into the house only to inform him that Jodi and Tiffany weren’t there.

“But we agreed that I’d meet them here and we’d go visit the Watanabe girls,” Michael told her.

Cameron snorted. “I don’t think she wants to talk to you right now. Seriously, Michael? You said her name on the air twice?”

“I already apologized to her. She’s cool with it.”

“No, she’s not. She’s just saying that for your sake.”

Michael pressed his lips together again and took hold of the red granite counter top on the maplewood island. It wasn’t just about the show, Michael realized. Cameron was sincerely annoyed, but her annoyance was overlaid with self-righteousness, and that always meant trouble.

“I think I know when my kid is lying to me,” Michael growled, not entirely certain that Jodi hadn’t been fibbing a little the evening before when they talked on the phone.

“Michael, you just don’t get her.” Cameron snarled.

“Oh? And you do? Is that why she came to me for help with this whole thing with Kira and Allie?”

“She came to me.”

“Eventually. When I told her to.”

“I didn’t want her involved, in the first place!” Cameron folded her arms and glared at him. “But, no. You had to get her up to her neck in it.”

“Excuse me. She got me involved!” Michael snapped, then tried to grab onto his temper. He began pacing.

“You didn’t have to encourage her.”

“She was well past that point, and you know it.” Michael turned on his ex-wife. “Come on, Cameron. What is this really about?”

“It’s about Jodi and respecting who she is.”

“I do respect her.”

“Oh, really? You said her name twice on the air. You call that respecting her?”

“I also pointed out that she asked me to do the show to help Kira and Allie, and that I had to establish how I knew what was really going on. Which she got and you’re not getting. And that tells me something’s going on with you and not her, and I’d really appreciate it if you’d be up front with me.”

Cameron looked away, then glared at him. “I enrolled Jodi at Seaton Ladies’ Seminary so she can be with Tiffany next fall. That’s that school near DC where Merilee wants Tiffany to go.”

“But-”

“It’s done, Michael. I talked to Jodi about it last night. I told you I was going to make the final decision and I did.”

Michael stood back, shocked into silence. He had been surprised when Cameron had first told him that she was going to go with Tiffany’s mother, Merilee Sheppledorf, on Merilee’s sabbatical touring the world recording obscure folk music in danger of being lost. He’d also been ecstatic, thinking that Jodi would come to live with him and he was perfectly happy to take in Tiffany, as well.

Cameron melted a little and touched Michael’s arm. “I know you were looking forward to having Jodi come live with you, but I didn’t want her to have to choose between Tiffany and you.”

“I would have taken Tiffany in.”

“I know and so does Merilee. But the girls both got really good scholarships at Seaton and Merilee’s connections are better there. And there are enough high-profile families there that no one is going to care about who Jodi’s dad is. It will really be the best place for her.”

“But I wanted to live with her,” said Michael, feeling winded and furious and desperately hurt.

“You’ll have Toby and it’s not like you’ll be that far away. You can visit as often as you like. You can yell all you want. It’s not going to change anything. Merilee and I spent a lot of time talking it over and it’s done. The girls are going to Seaton and that’s it. Your sister will be there. It’ll be the best all around.”

But Michael was too shocked to yell. He sank into a chair from the nearby breakfast nook and just stared at Cameron.

“I just don’t understand why you don’t want me near my girls,” he finally whispered. “I’ve been a good dad. I’ve worked hard at it. I’ve supported you. I’ve never undermined you – and you can’t say that I have. But the only reason I have Toby is that she forced the issue. What have you got against me being with my own kids?”

.”They’re my girls, Michael.” Cameron sniffed and shrugged. “When you ran out on us-”

“I didn’t run out on you,” Michael growled, almost getting up. “You pushed me away. Just like you’re doing now. And I’ve wondered for a long time just how much of that really was about my career. Or was my career just a handy excuse to keep me away from my daughters? And for what reason? What?”

“It’s complicated, Michael,” Cameron’s eyes filled with tears and she sat down across from him, but looked everywhere else. “I’m not even sure I understand what all is involved or where I’m coming from. It’s just… Last spring when this all came up and Merilee asked me to go with her on her sabbatical trip, things just started to happen.”

“Happen? With what?”

Cameron looked down at her fingernails. “With me and Merilee. We’ve always been friends. But we’ve gotten really close over the past couple months. I mean, like, you know.”

“You mean, like…” Michael frowned, then suddenly realized. “You mean like gay?”

“I don’t know!” Cameron cried. “I mean, really, when I look back, it’s what makes the most sense. After we split, I never dated. I kept saying it was because I didn’t want to upset the girls, or that I preferred being with them. But I had no problems going out with my friends and leaving them. And you know I hardly dated before I met you. I kept telling myself it was because I was waiting for the right guy, but then I go and marry someone who was going to do exactly what I didn’t want.”

“My mom kind of pointed that one out,” Michael said softly. “But I guess I was too taken with you at the time to really pay attention.”

“You know, the funny thing is, when I was a kid and dreaming about raising my own family, there was never a dad around. It’s almost like I didn’t want one to be.”

Michael nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. “In other words, all that’s happened, shutting me out, is because you don’t want to share the girls.”

“Well, I…” Cameron looked around the kitchen. “I guess maybe you’re right. I love my life here. I love having my babies. And now they’re almost grown and I get to have another life. I guess I’m having a little trouble letting go.”

“A little?” Michael sighed.

“Listen, the girls don’t know about Merilee and me yet. We’re not even sure what we’re about yet, so we don’t really know what to tell them. It caught both of us off guard.”

“Okay. That’s up to you guys. But about Jodi’s school. I’ve got a perfectly good one-”

“No! Please!” Cameron looked at him for the first time, pleading instead of angry. “Merilee really wants Tiffany to go to Seaton – it’s a family thing. And I don’t want to have to make Jodi chose between you and Tiffany. And – I’m sorry, Michael, but Jodi was really looking forward to not having Toby around. Please? Can you trust me on this one?”

“How about I talk to Jodi first? But…” Michael paused and patted Cameron’s arm. “I get what you mean about Toby. She does kind of suck the air out of a room.”

“She’s her father’s daughter,” Cameron said with a tiny laugh.

Michael nodded. “At least we’ll be in the same time zone for a change.”

He left the house shortly after.

Episode 124 – Sharon and Karen React

Back in Washington, DC, Sharon and Karen were watching the show in Karen’s office, and as a diaper commercial played, both women groaned.

“Why are you groaning?” Sharon asked. “Michael made you out to look like mother of the year.”

“Now I have that live up to!” Karen cried. “I can’t afford to look like a martyr. Why where you groaning?”

“Michael mentioned Jodi’s name on the air,” Sharon said. “And mine, too, but that’s not as big a deal.”

“Try no deal at all,” Karen said. “What’s the big deal with saying Jodi’s name?”

“Oh, come on. You know how shy she is. She’ll flip. She hates it when people find who her dad is.”

Karen frowned. “I thought Jodi got on with her dad.”

“Jodi adores him,” Sharon answered and sighed. “This isn’t about that. I love Michael, too, but I hate it when people find out he’s my brother.”

“Why?”

Sharon shrugged. “When people find out you’re related to a celebrity, they get weird. They can’t help it. But it’s like suddenly the whole relationship is about your relative and not about you. It used to drive me nuts. And it’s even harder for Jodi because she hates the attention.”

“And when you’re a teenager, you’re having enough trouble separating yourself from your parents.” Karen nodded.

“Exactly.” Sharon reached over to Karen. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Of course I’m going to be okay,” Karen snarled. “We’ve only got a few more days before the hearing and it will be all over then. I’ll manage.” She paused. “But I have to admit I do appreciate the way you’ve been there for me. It’s helped a lot.”

“Of course,” said Sharon. “Why wouldn’t I be? No, don’t answer that.”

Karen managed a weak smile and then checked her phone. “Well, there’s email coming in.”

“I’ve got it, too,” Sharon said. “I’ll catch you later.”

Episode 123 – Michael Stands Up for Karen Tanaka

The next morning, in New York City, Michael Wheatly sat in a makeup chair at the studios of a national morning show, getting prepped for his appearance.

“The important thing is that we show solidarity with Dr. Watanabe,” said Neal Natoyan, a medium-sized man of dark coloring. His deep brown eyes flashed with passion.

“Did you check him out, Neal?” Michael asked, not for the first time. “Because-“

“Yeah, I checked him out,” Neal growled. “I’m not an idiot.”

Michael sighed. Natoyan wasn’t an idiot, so much as he was so hooked into his passion cause of father’s rights that he tended to overlook things. And Michael was not happy with where Natoyan stood on the issue of George Watanabe.

But there was no time and Michael, Natoyan and the host, Cheryl Giddens, who looked like she was all TV-pretty, but in fact, had a lot more substance than folks gave her credit for, were all seated around a table with the cameras ready. The stage manager signaled.

“We’re back,” Giddens said. “I’m here with Neal Natoyan, president of the Father’s Rights Association and singer Michael Wheatly, vice president of the group, to talk about the current custody battle between Dr. George Watanabe and presidential advisor Dr. Karen Tanaka. Neal, you say that the courts habitually discriminate against fathers in these battles. Why is that?”

“I think it’s part of the whole gender thing,” Neal said confidently. “We automatically assume that it’s best for kids to be with their moms, and there’s no real evidence that this is so.”

“The point of our organization,” Michael said, jumping in, “is not to keep kids from their moms, but to give fathers a fair shake in custody cases. Kids need both parents. It’s just that fathers often get overlooked in custody hearings.”

Giddens smiled. “There are those who suggest that this is a spite battle – that Dr. Watanabe is simply suing for custody to spite his ex-wife.”

“That’s always the assumption,” Neal began.

“But I definitely suspect that’s what’s happening here,” Michael cut in. “I have no reason to believe that Watanabe has any real interest in raising his daughters.”

“How can you say that?” Neal exploded. “I’ve met the man. I’ve talked with him. He wants to raise his kids and his ex is denying him that chance. Seriously, Michael. You haven’t met the man.”

“No, I haven’t,” Michael said. “And that’s exactly my problem. I’ve been trying to since last April. My daughter Jodi met and became friends with Kira and Allie Watanabe last spring. Dr. Tanaka works with my sister and that’s how they met. So like any good parent, I’ve been reaching out to Dr. Watanabe. I’ve emailed, called, and gotten absolutely no response. My ex-wife has, too. On the other hand, both Cameron and I have had multiple phone conversations and emails with Dr. Tanaka, who is a lovely person.”

“Who kidnapped her kids,” Neal shot back.

“No. The girls are gone with Dr. Watanabe’s written permission.” Michael pulled a piece of paper from his shirt pocket. “Here’s a photocopy of the permission slip that Dr. Watanabe gave my sister Susan off of his prescription pad. You’ll note there are no dates and times. And I might add, he gave Susan the permission slip after a five-minute chance meeting at a hospital fundraiser. Can you imagine giving a total stranger permission to take care of your kids just because she said her niece was friends with your kids? That’s exactly what Dr. Watanabe did.”

Giddens smiled. “I can’t imagine doing that, but maybe he knew your sister better than she thought he did. Do you know where the girls are?”

“Not specifically,” Michael shifted. “Jodi knows where they are. She and her friend Tiffany have been visiting. I am assured that they will be in court for their respective interviews on time. But Kira has made it very clear that she does not want to be with her father, and if that’s how he’s acting, I can understand why.”

“Maybe it’s because Tanaka poisoned the girls against their father,” Neal said sourly.

“That’s what we’re supposed to believe,” Michael replied. “But I have never seen any hint of it from Dr. Tanaka. My sister, Sharon, says she has never heard Dr. Tanaka bash her ex, nor has she heard of anyone saying that they’ve heard Dr. Tanaka bash her ex. And here’s the thing. I’d love to support Watanabe. I completely agree with Neal that fathers don’t get fair consideration in custody battles. But it’s guys like Watanabe who make it that much more difficult for the ninety-percent of good fathers out there. I’m not saying women don’t play similar games, but when a father does, it just makes it harder for the good guys.”

Neal looked like steam was about to blow from his ears. Giddens looked like she was going to continue the debate, but decided to heed the signal from her stage manager that it was time for a commercial break and the show’s next segment.

Episode 122 – Roy Confronts Mark

That Sunday, the private quarters at the White House were all but overflowing. June had invited all of the Advisory Board, plus numerous other friends and acquaintances to celebrate and watch the fireworks over the Mall. Mark, unfortunately, had to make a couple speeches during the festivities, but Sharon was perfectly happy not to have him around. Still, he was safely ensconced in the private quarters well before dark. Sound from the Mall had been wired into the White House, and the group crowded onto the balconies overlooking the White House grounds and the adjacent Mall and Washington Monument as the first sparks whistled through the air.

Sharon also tried to keep an eye on June, who for her part, made a point of being here, there and everywhere to the point that no one could tell if she had eaten anything or not. Sharon debated talking to Karen about it, but Karen was hanging onto Hideo as if for dear life. Sharon sighed. Karen was trying to have fun, but the worry lines continued to crease her forehead for the rest of the evening.

Mark, for his part, smiled and chatted his way through the evening with only half an eye on Sharon, hoping that one of his closest friends, Roy Hodgkiss, wasn’t going to confront him about Sharon and his growing feelings for her. Unfortunately, Mark was more pre-occupied with his sister, at that moment. Which, naturally, was when Roy decided to pounce.

“She seems to be eating,” said Roy, an average-sized man with thinning light brown hair and blue eyes that remained piercing even behind his thick glasses.

“Yeah.” Mark sighed. “I saw her eating a couple of the mini corn dogs. But she’s still been pretty distant all day.” He shook his head. “At least, she seems to be having fun.”

“And you?” Roy asked.

“Mostly.” Mark smiled and waved at a friend from the Senate across the room. “If I weren’t so worried about June, I’d be having a great time.”

“That’s a tough one,” Roy replied. “Melody said if you want help with an intervention, she’ll be there.”

Mark chuckled in spite of himself. Roy’s wife Melody was not one of June’s favorite people.

“That’s our Mel,” Mark said. “Tell her I said thanks. We both know how the last one ended up. I think we’ll just have to let June work it out herself, dammit.”

“That’s the hard part,” Roy said. “But that’s why I’m here. You know you can call.”

“I do, indeed. Oh, and are we still on for lunch next week?”

“As always. I need to get away from the church politics.” Roy was a minister.

Mark laughed. Roy slid away to continue mingling as the night’s celebrations slowly ebbed. Eventually, Mark found himself alone in the room, except for the two staff members cleaning up. Mark tried to help, but they looked so distressed, he finally left them alone and went to bed.

Episode 121 – What’s Going On With George Watanabe?

As it turned out, trusting Kira was the right strategy. Not that George Watanabe tried to contact Karen. But the next day, he did issue a statement to the press that the girls were not with him and strongly hinted that Karen had kidnapped them. Karen braced herself for a visit from the FBI, but it never came. For whatever reason, George had decided not to actually make an official report.

“Which is probably just as well,” said Gus Guerrero, the media consultant member of the Advisory Board. He was a tallish man, with broad shoulders and a squarish face. His shiny black hair was just beginning to show gray at the temples, and there were a few crow’s feet around his dark brown eyes.

He, along with Sharon and Karen, was sulking in the Protocol-Free Zone, actually the basement bar in Sharon’s Georgetown townhouse that she was living in while her friend Carla did good works in Africa.

“As if trial by public opinion can’t hurt,” Karen grumbled.

“But your ex obviously can’t back it up,” Gus pointed out, “or he would have had the FBI breathing down your neck by now. This is clearly all for show.”

“The only problem is will the judge deciding this thing see that?” Sharon asked.

“It’s not just him,” Karen groaned. “Jean has gotten a boatload of requests for comments. I’ve even had a couple reporters watching my front door. It’s getting hard to work.”

“What I don’t get is why anyone would care,” Sharon said. “You’re simply an advisor, Karen. None of us is that high profile, even Gus.”

Gus shrugged as Sharon gently shoved him. “It’s possible the loyal opposition wants to make the boss look bad. Or it could work simply as a distraction.”

“Wait,” Sharon said, sitting up suddenly. “It is about making the boss look bad. Isn’t that what June said? She’s hinted before that someone was out to get him.”

“She seemed pretty certain she knew how George was getting the money for the custody fight,” Karen said. “But who would be crazy enough to attack us that way?”

“It doesn’t really matter,” Gus replied. “Now, Karen, are you sure you haven’t bashed George in any way publicly?”

“Not even privately,” Karen grumbled. “It’s a waste of time. I may have complained a bit to Hideo, but he’s been pretty vocal that he hasn’t heard me bash George, never mind how tempting.”

“That’s good,” Gus said. “That seems to be the basis of George’s complaint – that you’ve poisoned the girls against him.”

“I can’t think of anybody who’s heard Karen bash George,” Sharon said, sucking on the olive that had been in her martini. “I certainly haven’t. I even got subpoenaed to say so.”

Karen pushed herself up from the bar. “Well, while I am still under legal limit, I’m going to head home. See you guys Sunday.”

“Sunday?” Sharon gasped.

“Fourth of July party at the White House,” Karen sing-songed. “Gotta get in the current time zone, girl.”

Sharon rolled her eyes. But Gus agreed that it was time for him to take off, as well.

Episode 120 – Karen Hears From Kira

Karen’s mobile phone let out a squeal from a Katy Perry tune.

“That’s Kira,” Karen said, studiously keeping her eyes on the Beltway traffic.

“Should I?” Sharon asked.

“May as well,” Karen said, obviously trying not to freak out.

Sharon dove for the phone sitting in a small well beneath the dashboard of Karen’s car.

“It’s an email,” Sharon said. “Do you want me to read it?”

Karen gritted her teeth. “I should probably pull over, but I can’t wait. Go ahead.”

“Hoo-kay.” Sharon swallowed. “It says, ‘Dear Mom; We’re safe and with a friend who’s over 18 and has Dad’s written permission to have us. Don’t want to say more, just in case. Love, Kira.’”

“Safe?” Karen gasped. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Sharon frowned and pulled out her own phone. “I’m not sure, but I’m willing to bet I know someone who does.”

“Jodi?” Karen asked.

“Yep.” Sharon dialed and put the phone on speaker.

“Uh, hi, Aunt Sharon,” came Jodi’s voice after a couple rings. It was filled with hesitation.

“Am I right in guessing that you know why I’m calling?” Sharon asked severely.

“I don’t know, specifically,” Jodi said.

“I see,” said Sharon. “You wouldn’t happen to know where Kira and Allie are, would you?”

“Um. I can’t say?”

“Really. And why not?”

“Um, because we need to give their mom plausible deniability. Makes it harder for their dad to say she kidnapped them?”

“I see.” Sharon waited.

“Uh, can I go now?” Jodi asked.

Sharon glanced over at Karen, who nodded. “Sure. But please keep me up to date on what you can’t say. Dr. Tanaka is worried.”

“I know. Thanks, Aunt Sharon.”

Sharon clicked off the call, then looked at Karen.

“Plausible deniability,” Karen grumbled. “I wonder whose bright idea was that?”

Sharon sighed. “If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say either Rebecca or Matt. But really, it could have been any of them.”

“So’s who’s the over-18 friend?”

“I have no idea.” Sharon glared at her phone. “I could try to find out.”

“No.” Karen shook her head, then flipped off a driver that had cut her off. “Sorry about that. Look. The girls are right. It’s better that I don’t know. I just have to trust them.”

Episode 119 – Sharon and Karen Pay a Sick Visit

The visit turned out to be relatively brief. Al Eddington, aka Warmonger, was the president’s military and intelligence advisor, one of the six full-time advisors on Mark Jerguessen’s full-time Advisory Board. The group worked together to keep the president on top of pretty much everything. The goal of the Board wasn’t to formulate policy – there were plenty of others who did that for him – but to act as a research group that he could turn to that wasn’t as hooked into the politics as most other advisors. Warmonger worked at home, partly because at age 70, he wanted to, and partly because he was a heavy smoker.

Unfortunately, his wife, Caroline, had recently been diagnosed with lung cancer.

“The prognosis isn’t good,” Caroline told Sharon and Karen that evening.

Her head was swathed in a colorful scarf – a sign of the chemotherapy. Thin plastic tubes adorned her nose, since she was also on an oxygen tank.

“How’s Al taking it?” Karen asked.

Caroline took a deep breath. “Total denial, but what do you expect?” She breathed again. “That’s his training.”

Sharon and Karen nodded. The three nattered on for a while longer, then Caroline sent the two others on their way. Warmonger, a tall man with gray hair and the utterly erect posture of a former member of the military, stopped them on the way to Karen’s car.

“I, uh,” he hesitated.

“It’s okay, Al,” said Karen.

“We’d do it for anybody,” said Sharon. “You are more important than just anybody.”

“I’m fine,” Al snarled, then softened. “As long as Caroline is happy. That’s what matters.”

“No kidding,” said Karen.

“Seriously, we are your servants,” Sharon said. “If there’s anything we can do, please let us know.”

“I will,” Al said.

In Karen’s car the two women rolled their eyes.

“You think he’s going to ask?” Sharon asked as Karen navigated their way around the Beltway to Sharon’s Georgetown townhouse.

“Are you crazy?” Karen said. “So not in this guy’s training.”

Sharon sighed. “I was hoping.”

“Nope,” Karen said. “We’re going to have to enlist another White guy. Maybe Eli.”

Eli Weatheral was the Advisory Board member overseeing environmental issues. Though technically a part-timer, Eli was closest to Al in age. The downside was that Eli was about as diametrically opposed to everything Al believed in as one person could get. Still, the two respected each other.

“Maybe,” Sharon said. “I hate feeling this helpless.”

Karen shrugged. “Get used to it. One thing you learn from popular culture is that it while it reflects the larger culture, it’s also constantly changing and leaving the dinosaurs behind. Al is going to be the way he is because that’s what he was taught to do. On the other hand, younger guys are learning to be more open about their feelings.” She sighed. “When they aren’t being taught to be knuckle-scraping Neanderthal frat boys.”

Episode 118 – The Girls go to L.A.

romance fiction, romantic fiction serialThe next morning, tension filled the small sedan. Hideo, a slight man with a stoop, dark hair, and a long narrow face, drove in complete silence. Sharon sat in back with Kira and Allie. Kira, who was 15, was just a hair taller than her mother but had her father’s square face and her hair cut very short in a defiant fade. Allie, not yet 13, looked more like her mother, with long straight hair and a stylish beret. The young girl filled the car with her nervous chatter, mostly about the past semester at school.

Kira, however, seemed the most calm of all. Sharon thought she looked resolute, or maybe even oddly confident, as if she had a secret (and she probably did) that would take care of everything.

She only broke down when it came time to leave her mother and pass through airport security. The terminal at National Airport was crowded with early morning commuters and tired tourists and the line for security ran back and forth several times.

“Mom, please don’t worry,” she told Karen as she held her mother tightly. “Seriously. It’s going to be okay.”

“Of course it is,” Karen said, trying not to cry. “You be good, now. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Allie burst into tears as she got her farewell hug and it took Kira’s cajoling to get her into the security line.

“Call me when you get to L.A.” Karen called.

The girls, flying as adults because they were too old for the airline’s children’s program, disappeared into the crowd. Sharon reached over and put her arm around Karen’s shoulders while Hideo held Karen from the other side. Karen, however, shook them both off.

“Let’s go,” she said, quietly. “Drop you at home, Sharon?”

“Nope.” Sharon held up her briefcase purse. “I’m going into the office. It’s been a week. Or close enough.”

“Do you mind taking the Metro?” Karen asked. “I’d rather let Hideo go on his own.”

“Sure,” said Sharon.

Hideo nodded and left for the parking garage, while Sharon and Karen walked slowly toward the Metro stop.

Sharon’s return to the office was greeted with quiet enthusiasm and repeated offers of concern that she was coming back too soon.

“I’m going to tell The Boss on you,” Eddie Cooper teased.

“Go ahead,” Sharon told him. “Like he’s going to cut short his trip just to make me stay home?”

Still, when the President called later that morning, Sharon spent several minutes reassuring him that her headache was gone and that she was getting extremely stir crazy at home.

“Seriously, I really need to get back to the office,” Sharon told Mark while scrolling through the list of emails on her laptop. “We’ve got all kinds of fun happening in Eastern Europe, it looks like Algeria has the gender thing going on again, and you did hear about the mayor of Sidney going rogue, didn’t you? The YouTube video is all over Facebook, according to Karen.”

“Silly me, I even clicked on it,” Mark sighed. “At least it’s not an issue for us. But do be aware that the European Union is getting fussy about our environmental practices again.”

“I’ve already heard. Did Raoul give you a solid briefing?”

“Yes. Good enough,” Mark grumbled. “I hate to say it, but you do a better job.”

“How’s the weather there in Portland?”

“Drizzling. It hasn’t stopped in three days. On the other hand, we did get out to the Willamette Valley. Tasted some amazing pinot noirs yesterday.”

“Sounds like fun. I’m sorry I’m not there. In any case, I can give you a more complete briefing tomorrow, if you like.”

Mark chuckled. “That would be good. And you will be receiving a few bottles for your cellar.”

“Sir, that’s not…”

“Eddie and the others are getting a few, too, so it is perfectly appropriate. I simply chose with your palate in mind. Have fun at the office.”

“Harumph.” Sharon grumbled outwardly and tried not to feel too happy about the wine coming in.

Of course, her conference with Karen early that afternoon about the viral video of the mayor of Sydney, Australia, disgracing himself while drunkenly dancing with a stripper brought Sharon back to earth quickly.

She and Karen looked at the image frozen on Karen’s laptop screen.

“You know,” Sharon said, frowning, “you really have to wonder what this guy was thinking.”

“Guys like him often say they weren’t,” said Karen. “The strongest theories are that it’s a fear of success reaction – they unconsciously shoot themselves in the foot to avoid facing their own success. Although with some of these guys, I think it’s that they feel invulnerable, that they can do anything and try to push the boundaries as far as they can to prove it.” She frowned at the image. “I’m smelling fear of success here.”

Sharon shrugged. “Possibly. I know we’ve got a Sydney trip coming up. I just can’t remember when.”

They were in Karen’s office, which was cramped, as all White House offices were, and minimally furnished with black and glass desk and pictures of Kira and Allie on the walls.

Karen’s mobile phone rang.

“It’s Kira,” she said, answering. “Hey, sweetie. How was the flight?…. Good. Can I speak to your dad?…. Oh.” Karen looked up at the four televisions on her office wall and quickly aimed a remote at one. “Well, it’s on the news. Still…. Um, okay. Can I speak to Allie, please?…. Hey, darling. I heard you had a nice fight…. Yeah, I know, honey. Go ahead with Ms. Barmwell and it will be all right…. Good. I’ll talk to you later. I love you, baby…. Hey, Kira…. Yeah, go ahead to the hospital and it will be okay…. Right, I love you, too. Bye.”

Karen swiped the phone off, her lips tightening.

“This does not sound good,” Sharon said.

“George didn’t make it to the airport to pick the girls up,” Karen said softly. “Kira said that there was a massive pile-up on one of the freeways and he had to stay at work, so he sent his secretary for them.” She gestured at one of the monitors. “As you can see, it’s on the news, so that part is legit.”

Sharon shook her head. “Still, you have to wonder.”

“Look, the girls are okay. That’s the important part.”

“You’re right.” Sharon glanced at her laptop. “Are we set on the Sydney thing?”

“Looks like.” Karen paused. “And in more fun news, Warmonger said that Caroline was finally up for visitors at the hospital. Want to go with me this evening?”

“Yeah, we really need to do that.” Sharon winced. “This does not sound fun, but maybe it will help you stop worrying about your girls.”

Karen snorted. “You are so not a parent. That being said, we do need to do the visiting the sick thing.”

Episode 117 – Karen Gets Some Bad News

romantic fiction, romance fiction, light romance, fiction serialUnfortunately, June’s brother was going to be out of reach – at least for Sharon – for the next few days. It wasn’t so much the edict that she not work, but that he was on another trip, this time to the Pacific Northwest, for an environmental action conference and an Internet conference. In fact, he wasn’t going to be back in Washington until the following Thursday, right before the Fourth of July holiday that Saturday.

So Sharon spent the next few days watching movies and mostly reading. She got some time in on her treadmill on Monday morning, but that afternoon, Karen Tanaka came by, shaking and in tears. Sharon opened her front door and let her distraught friend inside.

Karen was an average-sized woman, with a slim build, and shoulder-length glossy black hair. She was known for what the Washington elite considered trendy, but was merely more fashionably cut and somewhat more colorful than the usual black or navy suits. Her suit that afternoon was black, but she’d managed a bright red silk pocket square in the breast pocket.

“June said she’d fly down tonight,” Karen said without saying hello.

“What happened?” Sharon asked, leading Karen into the living room.

“The judge decided to uphold enforcing the visitation after all.” Karen swallowed, trying to keep control. “I’m not sure what happened. My lawyer told me, but I can’t figure it out. Something about the girls needing time with their father.”

“Do Kira and Allie know?”

Karen nodded. “That’s the worst of it. I was just at home telling them. Kira kept saying it would be okay. She wouldn’t say why, but she’s got something going on.”

“Crap. I wonder if it would be worth grilling Jodi and Tiffany.”

Karen gasped, then shook her head. “No. There is probably something up. And it’s scaring me to death. But you know what? I don’t think I want to know. Especially after Kira whispered to Allie about plausible deniability.”

Sharon looked everywhere around the living room, trying not to laugh. “That sounds like our girl.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Karen burst into tears. “I keep wondering how much worse can this get, and I keep trying to hold onto what you said when Matt ran away – about how the kids helped him get to caring adults safely. How are they going to do that this time?”

“Maybe Kira’s just resigned herself to spending time with her father.”

Karen gave Sharon The Look.

“Okay,” Sharon said. “Probably not. Do you want me to talk to her?”

“No. She’s got to pack tonight. The plane leaves really early tomorrow.”

“Tell you what. I’ll go to the airport with you.”

“Are you sure you’ll be well enough?”

“If I don’t get out from these four walls, I won’t be well enough for anything.”

Karen nodded. “Hideo’s going to drive us to the airport. We can pick you up. Five-thirty okay?”

“Should be. You gonna be okay?”

“No, but I’ll get through.” Karen got up quickly. “Thanks for letting me cry on your shoulder.”

Episode 116

Romantic fiction serial, romance fiction, light romanceAt that moment, Matt bellowed hello from downstairs and came bounding up the stairs.

“Secret Service let me in,” he announced cheerfully, looking around the bedroom, his eyes lighting on the television set. “Is that your TV? Sweet.”

“Hi, to you, too, Matt,” Sharon said, chiding and chuckling at the same time.

“Hey, Aunt June, you’re here!” He bounded over and hugged his aunt, lifting her off her feet.

June yelped and laughed. “Okay, Matt. We get it. You’re a big boy now.”

“What? I can’t give my favorite aunt a big ol’ hug?” Matt teased. He started toward the bed where Sharon was, but sat down gently next to it. “I mean, I’d hug my second-favorite aunt, here, but you know, she’s got a concussion.”

Sharon sighed. “I’m not an invalid, folks!”

“Close enough,” teased Matt. “Hey, the Secret Service guy said they’re bringing lunch in a couple. Think they’re trying to make up for flattening you, Aunt Sharon?”

“Possibly,” Sharon said.

“Aunt June, you gonna stay and have lunch with us?”

“Can’t. I’ve got to go,” June said quickly.

“I thought you were going to spend the afternoon,” Sharon asked.

“Oh. Forgot to tell you. There’s a meeting in New York. In fact, I’d better take off now if I’m going to get there in time.”

“At least you get to go to work,” Sharon grumbled. “Have fun.”

“I’ll try,” June said. “I’ll call tomorrow to see how you’re getting on.”

She bustled out. Matt frowned at her as she left. He finally turned to Sharon.

“Something’s up,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

Matt got up and paced. “It’s Aunt June. It’s like she’s avoiding me or Uncle Mark or something. Especially around meal times. It’s like we’ll ask if she’s having dinner with us and all of a sudden she’s got to go to New York.”

“Have you talked to your uncle about it?”

“He just said there’s nothing we can do and to not bug her about food.”

Sharon nodded. “Yeah. That sounds about right.”

Matt looked at her. “Do you know what’s going on?”

“Not really,” Sharon said, fidgeting with a corner of the sheet. She debated briefly how much to say. “I can guess, but I don’t really know.”

“Uncle Mark looked pretty worried last night.”

“I’m sure he is.” Sharon looked down at her fingers. “Damn.”

Matt sat down next to her, anxiety rolling off him. “Aunt Sharon, what’s wrong with Aunt June?”

“It’s probably an eating disorder. I’m guessing anorexia. And she’s having a flare up. She’s probably eating some, which is how she’s fooling herself into believing she has it under control. But your uncle’s right. There isn’t much we can do. In fact, bugging her about it could make it worse. Intervention usually helps, but it has to be done the right way.”

“But anorexia, that can, like, kill you, can’t it?”

Sharon sighed. “I’m afraid it can. But June doesn’t look that sick yet. Given that anorexia usually starts in high school, and what your uncle said about it, I’m guessing she’s been through this before and gotten out of it.”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

“I’ll do the research and we’ll stage an intervention before then. I’ll even ask your uncle. He and your aunt are pretty close. He may even know what her triggers are and how we can overcome them.”

Matt nodded. “Maybe I should do some research, too.”

“Good idea. Just don’t get your hopes up. I’ve known other women with eating disorders and they’re tough to deal with. Ultimately, what June needs is professional help.”

“Then we’ll get her to it,” Matt said as his phone rang. “There’s Jodi. Wanna say hi?”

Smiling, Sharon took the phone and said hello to her niece. But in the back of her head, she couldn’t stop worrying about June.