Reunion (The Monkees Family Vol. 3)

Chapter 46

The knock came upon Micky and Gabby's door and Lynda answered it. The others were hanging back in the bedroom to give Lynda a chance to explain why she really was there. Unfortunately, Davy wasn't alone. Standing behind him was his new wife, Fiesta Fox, aka Suzanne Jones, née Grubb. Lynda gulped and welcomed them both in. Davy made the introductions and Suzanne smiled prettily and almost curtsied when she heard Lynda's genteel English accent.

Davy walked around the suite and said "Well, these are some swell digs your employer put you up in, Lynda my girl! You're really coming up in the world. I'm really 'appy for you."

Suzanne grunted and started examining all the amenities and said "Hmph, Davy, you've never taken me to a place as fancy as this, even when we got married. We didn't even have a proper honeymoon."

Davy blushed and said "Aww, tootsie, you know our work had to come first. When love comes knocking at your door, you've got to open up and let it in!" He winked at Lynda, who knew he was just quoting some Monkees song lyrics to Suzanne, but his wife was clueless about this cheap flattery and cooed "Oh, Davy, you have such a way with words."

Davy and Suzanne sat down on the sofa that Lynda gestured to and she cleared her throat. She said "Will you excuse me for just a moment?" and quickly walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

Micky, Robert and Gabby had been listening through the door and were all at sixes and sevens about what to do about this unexpected turn of events. Lynda's inquiring expression was met with three deer-in-the-headlights expressions. Finally, Micky managed to pull himself together and said "Okay, shit, we've got to just do this and get it over with. He may bolt, but we can't let the opportunity slip through our fingers. We may only have this one shot and we can't risk trying to get him alone again without the wife. Gabby, you go out there and we'll be right behind you. Go right up to Davy and sit next to him. Hold his hand if you have to but don't let him leave."

Gabby stared at Micky like he was nuts. "Micky, that's emotional manipulation! You told me to have nothing to do with him and now you want me to hold his hand?"

Micky said "If he were having a heart attack, I'd tell you to administer CPR to him and wouldn't worry that your lips were touching his. It's the same principle. You're just giving him a lifeline and he'll respond to your touch. Don't do it if it's going to harm you, but I'm giving you permission to not worry about what I think. Okay?"

Gabby gazed intently at Micky for another moment, processed his logic and then nodded. She followed Lynda out into the sitting room and beheld her old friend Davy. He looked tired and worn and almost a shadow of his former self. His expression was hard, wizened and world-weary. None of that freshness of youth or exuberance was left. Inwardly, her heart clenched and she felt grief and sorrow overtake her. She had to make an effort to keep her face from showing it.

Lynda said "Davy, I've not been totally straight with you. I'm not here on business. I'm here only because I wanted to see you. And I've brought with me others who also want to see you. We've got something we need to talk to you about."

Davy was on his feet now. He had spotted Gabby and his world shrank like a spotlight on a stage to only her. In his peripheral vision, he had spotted Micky and Robert, and he had an uneasy, hostile feeling about their presence, but Gabby's proximity and the fact that she had come all this way specifically for him overtook every other negative emotion he was feeling.