ODDS OF LOVE : SEASON ELEVEN

Episode 120

Dodie left the cafe with a relaxed smile on her face , a big bag of cranberry apple muffins and a apple spiced tea. She also left with the phone number of the cute ass barista or whoever he was. Jeremiah Duncan. Her smile grew. Tony was not the only one who could play. She wasn't her brother. Or her mother. She did not get mad. She got even.

She looked at the business card Mr. Sexy Brown Sugar had handed her. Wait. He was a lawyer? For real? A lawyer working as a barista. She laughed. Didn't matter. He was still gorgeous. And he was hers until she got bored or until Tony came to his senses and dropped his old Irish hag.

Then she heard her phone ringing with the Sopranos theme song. Tony. She quickly answered it. " What ! "

Tony said gruffly ," I'm not getting an annulment. "

Her heart did flipflops in her chest almost at that. Had he dropped old Marge Glover ? Already? Good.

Then his next words slapped her in the face. " An annulment would affect my place in the business. So that's out. But I want a legal separation now. And I want you to come get these hellions. All six of them. Look. My family has rental property in Maryland. Somewhere called Landover. It's a little rundown but you can fix it up. That's what Daddy's trust is for right? "

She snarled," I'm not living in any shithole rental. And I'm not taking the kids. You keep them. Tell Marge to play stepmommy. Or are you afraid she'll run away? "

" I don't care. I will send the boys and Mary Grace to you by train or plane. I hope your mother has a big enough house. " Then he paused. " I'll be nice. I'll keep three and you take Franco , Vito and Salvador. I'll give you twenty thousand dollars a month to live on. Take it. Best deal you will get from me. Bitch."

Then he hung up.

Dodie was so outraged that she wanted to scream. But since she was in public and in front of the cafe with the tasty looking man in it she just dialed up her mother.

Glory didn't answer. Andrew did.

" What now, Dodie ? ," he asked in an exhausted voice.

" Drew , I need you to help me find a suitable house for my children. Like now. I'll pay three months rent if I have to. At least three of them. Franco , Salvador and Vito. They're my thirteen year old triplets. You know? The Terrible Trio. And how much is that private school your grandchildren go to? "

Andrew asked in disbelief," What? It could take time finding a place, Dodie. And we only have four bedrooms you know. "

" No problem. The boys can sleep in one bedroom. I just need to get a bunk bed to go with the single already there. "