London England
Maxim was enjoying a late lunch with his wife Natasha on their patio when he spied a news story from America. Apparently there had been a tragic hit and run accident there. As he read the details while thinking how very violent America was as a country his eyes widened when he saw the names of two of the victims.
Dr. Gordon Kendall.
Alan Kendall.
Dear Father in heaven, he thought as he crossed himself. Ariel's husband and son. Her son was injured and her husband was now...... dead.
Natasha glanced over at him from the scientific journal she had been reading. "Something interesting in that rag of a tabloid you enjoy so much, Maxim ? ," she asked sharply. " I wish you would indulge in more intelligent diversions for your time, dear. Also I'm aware that we are moving to America in October but we may need to move the timetable up a tad. "
Maxim was inwardly debating whether to send a message of condolence to Ariel. Perhaps it was best to avoid her altogether. He had a momentary lapse in good judgement with the woman but did he really want to take a chance on repeating it ? Probably not. Although it was only polite to send her an email expressing sympathy. Or a letter. That was what Mother would have advised him to do.
" Hmmm. Why should we move it up ? ," he asked as he looked at his wife who as usual reminded him of a sparrow. She was small and slim built with short boyishly cut brown hair and firm brown eyes behind black rimmed glasses. And she tended to prefer darker clothes in shades of brown and grey. He suddenly recalled that Ariel loved bright colors. He remembered the bright red neck scarf she had been wearing when they first met.
" Because I have been offered a position with Luna Goddess Cosmetics in DC. Head chemist on a new project they're working on. Project Raven. River Talbot is even providing full moving expenses. I am certainly glad your father has such a large dwelling in America. Since we're bringing Nanny Josephine to assist with Lev , Boris and Ivan. "
Maxim swallowed harshly. " How soon , my love? "
" Oh , he wants me there next week. I know your father is redecorating our bedrooms for some odd reason but we can work around the person I am certain. Servants are used to such changes. "
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ODDS OF LOVE - SEASON THIRTEEN
General FictionThe ongoing original soap opera about disabled math genius professor Dr. Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and all their family , friends and enemies in the Washington DC metro area. Multicultural. Diverse.