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It was well past time. Ellen Allerdyce been sitting in her car for twenty minutes, considering how and what to say. War gaming various approaches was simply another delay, and she'd never thought of herself as a shrinking violet. So she fixed her hair in the small rear view mirror, checked her jacket, and ensured everything was as good as it could be. A woman's wardrobe was her armour. While the clothes were perhaps a few years (more than a few) out of fashion (much like the family car, a small hatchback), they were clean and in good condition. She may have looked a bit old-fashioned perhaps, a bit too perfect, but she had been an Avon saleswoman. She'd done a lot of things for her family. And she could make this sale.

So, taking a breath, she keyed the motor off, got out of the car, locked it, and marched up the small pathway to knock at the door.

Date: 2016-11-09 11:00 am (UTC)
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Madeline Drake was not expecting company, so when the knock sounded, she thought it was most likely someone trying to sell something. She left off dinner preparations, wiping her hands on a towel as she headed for the front door, smiling politely as she opened it to reveal a stranger. "Hello," she said pleasantly, waiting to hear the pitch so she could politely rebuff the woman and send her on her way.

Date: 2016-11-11 05:43 am (UTC)
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Madeline took the woman's hand automatically, although it took her half a beat to realize who she was, who John was. That John, the juvenile delinquent her son had stupidly fallen in love with, only to have it all fall apart around him a few months ago, along with so many other aspects of his life.

"I see. It's nice to meet you, Ellen," she said, her expression stiffly forced to remain in a smile. "I'm sorry, but...why are you here?" She wasn't going to let this woman upset Bobby, not when he was finally starting to act a little more like himself these days, after months of moping and mourning for John.
Edited Date: 2016-11-11 05:43 am (UTC)

Date: 2016-11-11 07:03 am (UTC)
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"He's also my son," Madeline pointed out calmly, "and he's had a difficult few months. I'm sure you understand that I don't want anything to upset him unnecessarily." Of course, this woman couldn't know the exact nature of Bobby's difficulties, but then again, it was also none of her damn business.

Date: 2016-11-11 07:16 am (UTC)
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It took a fair amount of effort to not react to the words Ellen was speaking. Was she here to get them back together? The very idea seemed ridiculous to Madeline. Bobby had said their relationship was over, had been a mere shell of the sweet, friendly boy she knew her son to be because of it, and now that he finally seemed to be doing better, this woman wanted to come in here, into her home, and start tearing off the scabs? For what?

"Well, that's a very...romantic attitude, but love isn't always enough to build a life around," she pointed out, smile thinning a bit. "Their relationship is over, and I don't think it's for either of us to meddle in the middle of it, particularly not now."

Date: 2016-11-12 08:40 am (UTC)
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Madeline's eyebrow rose. She was liking this woman less and less, and bristled that she'd had the nerve to show up here, now, and on top of that to throw a backhanded insult at Bobby, the very person she was demanding to see. If she talked like this to a perfect stranger, what on earth would she say to him? She shook her head and opened her mouth to flat-out refuse the request, unwilling to risk Bobby's well-being taking a step back now that he was actually doing better, but before she could get a word out, she heard the rhythmic thumping of someone descending the stairs and her heart sank.

She moved toward the stairs as if to form a protective barrier as Bobby descended in a t-shirt and sweatpants, hesitating a few steps from the bottom with a brief grimace when he realized he was hardly dressed for company. "Sorry, I didn't know we had--" the words died in his mouth as he stared at the woman standing in the living room, her face familiar despite having never met her in person. "Mrs. Allerdyce?" he said, confusion and a little dread in his tone. Immediately, the words almost tripping over each other as he clung to the banister, he added, "Is John okay?"

Date: 2016-11-12 09:11 am (UTC)
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Bobby's grip on the banister relaxed a little as he was reassured that John was all right, although really, that just brought up more questions than it did answers. If John was fine, why was his mother here in their house?

At her request, he frowned and glanced at his mom as if seeking permission--or perhaps reassurance. "As I was just saying, I don't think that's a good idea," Madeline stated firmly, reaching up to pat Bobby's hand gently. He gave a small shrug, clearly not about to go against his mother's counsel at the moment.

Date: 2016-11-12 09:29 am (UTC)
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Madeline made an irritated noise, but short of throwing the woman out of her home by force, there wasn't much she could do besides remain at her son's side, offering her support, so she just kept her hand covering Bobby's on the railing.

Bobby blinked a few times as he tried to take in what John's mother was saying. "He...what?" A strange mix of hope and anger thrilled through him at her words. "Why--why would he think that?"

Madeline saw the spark of hope in Bobby's eyes and looked away, her own stomach knotting uncomfortably as she realized that her hopes for Bobby eventually moving on from this whole mess and settling down with a nice young woman were withering right in front of her eyes with every word Ellen spoke.

Date: 2016-11-12 09:56 am (UTC)
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Madeline sighed and pulled her hand away from Bobby, wishing she'd never opened the damn door. Although she hoped that Ellen's words were true, for she hated to think what effect it might have on Bobby if he found out she was mistaken, after getting his hopes up once again.

"I'll make some tea," she said, resigned and retreating towards the kitchen.

Bobby felt like just sinking onto the stairs, but he forced himself to walk down them instead, waving a hand at the couches and chairs in the living room in invitation as he sank down into one himself. "But he dumped me," he said quietly, confused and fighting desperately not to get his hopes up too high before he understood the full situation. It wasn't working as well as he would have liked. "If he wanted me to come back, why'd he dump me?"

Date: 2016-11-12 10:20 am (UTC)
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Bobby closed his eyes and scrubbed a hand over his face, feeling the stubble that a few days of not shaving had left. The image of John, patiently waiting for Bobby to reach out to him when he was better, twisted his stomach, with guilt, with resentment, with pain at the thought that he had caused John to suffer by not interpreting what had transpired between them the same way John had.

He stared at his knees, considering her words for a long moment, and then murmured quietly, "I guess I should call him then." The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Date: 2016-11-12 10:33 am (UTC)
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"If he hasn't changed it, yeah, I'm sure I do." Okay, he might not have John's cell phone number anymore: deleting his contact from his phone had been a step toward accepting that it was over, but he at least knew his mom had the house phone number written down somewhere. "And no, I--I won't make him wait long. I just need to..." he ran his fingers restlessly through his hair, exhaling heavily before continuing, "To figure some stuff out first. This is kind of a lot to process, you know?" He smiled faintly and leaned toward her, his eyes suddenly shining with threatening tears as he added, "Thank you. Thank you for coming here, and telling me."
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