Ties That Bind

Chapter 29. Excitement

By the end of the stay in Arizona, pretty much anybody who needed to know she was pregnant knew and at that point, she didn't care too much since she was in her own world of wonder and she knew nothing bad would happen---she had full faith in her baby. She left the Thursday before the Friday she was to have her check up and in driving home, it had felt like she was in pure torture. Due to Fleetwood Mac having started their tour finally, it was big news worldwide so radio stations were playing their music a lot. The majority of the songs they did play were with Lindsey's vocals and that really did make her want to break down and start crying, but instead of doing that---she opted to put one of her Led Zeppelin cassettes to get her mind off him. But even certain songs made her think of him so she cried anyway.

Getting home in the afternoon, she was quite beat even if it wasn't much that she did, though she did cut the near six hour drive down to four hours and forty-five minutes due to her speed. Walking through from the front, she noticed people moving things in and taking things out of Lindsey's apartment. She then furrowed a brow and stopped dead in the center, right between her side door and Lindsey's front door.

"Stevie!" a voice came beaming from behind her.

The blonde spun around, "Sharon," she smiled---wrapping an arm around her. "How are you?" she asked first.

"I'm good," she nodded. "So much better actually---I have so much energy now and I am working to get my G.E.D. I'm almost done too!" she hopped up and down a couple of times out of pure excitement.

"That's great, honey," she inclined, swiping the girl's raven black hair back. "So, um..." looking around, "what..." she trailed to pat her chest and clear her throat. "What's going on here?" she asked, choking on her words ever so lightly as she watched the movers practically sprint back and forth.

"I'm moving in to Lindsey's old apartment. He said he would pay the first few months and hopefully I can start working. I was wondering if you'd help me with a resumé?" she innocently asked.

"Of course... Y'know, I don't mind you here at all---I'm just confused. Lindsey never told me you were going to be staying here, in place of him."

"When he visited me at Betty Ford, he said once he was done using the apartment, I could have it since he wouldn't need it anymore. He said he was using it for a studio, but he got lucky meeting you along the way."

"Oh, well... Whatever floats your boat," she shrugged it off even if she had a lot of questions regarding Lindsey's past statements.

"It's okay that I stay here?" Sharon asked.

"It was always okay, I just didn't know Lindsey would be moving out," she reassured, sighing mentally to herself. "Listen, I'll be over in a little bit, maybe we can grab some dinner and such---I just have to unpack and visit my house. I haven't been here in a couple weeks and I should clean up."

"Okay," she grinned. "I'll see you in a little while."

"Alright," she nodded and went her way---opening the front door of her place so she could drag her suitcases inside and separate all of the clothing and toiletries. But after enclosing herself in her house, she went straight into her kitchen to open a drawer, one which was like a filing cabinet---the information having to do with her tenants, also carrying the spare keys. Flipping through the file regarding each tenant, she realized she didn't have Lindsey's information---just only ever the check from the first day that he did move in. Sticking the file back in, she nonchalantly roamed out of her place and she walked across the path to meet with the Joneses. She then knocked on the door.

The door opened, Mrs. Jones there to greet her. "Hi, Stevie---haven't seen you in a while," the woman smiled.

"It's been a while," she agreed---putting her hand up to visor the sun. "I was wondering if you had Lindsey's tenant info? I was going through some paperwork and I remembered I gave it to Mr. Jones to take care of."