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Timing seemed to coincide with Alice's unfortunate encounter and Jack's own indirect brush with with the mafia in March. He was supposed to be staying with Sinatra while on a trip to California, but was advised against it when it was deemed unsafe, and instead stayed at Bing Crosby's. Sinatra, obviously offended by being snubbed, became enraged. Jack cut ties with him for good.

Fortunately, the following couple of months went by smoothly. Alice healed both her physical and emotional wounds. So did her brother and his friends. Ricky visited, wishing to check in on them and put it all behind. Rusty and Tony held no grudge against Alice for starting a fight. In fact, they commended her for her conviction to stand up for herself and Tony was thankful because it had brought Beto and him back together.

Alex didn't stray from her side and accepted no more days off. He scolded her more times than necessary for doing something so reckless.

And at least, it appeared Janet had had a chance to get Jack away from Dr. Jacobson. Though he was still coming off the drugs slowly. Meanwhile, Alice and Janet worked on outing 'Dr. Feelgood'.

Alice had been back to work as soon as all visible signs of the fight dissipated. Even though technically her grounding had been lifted already, Bobby still went by and they went together on those friendly 'dates'.

One sunny mid-May day, Jack and her eyed the program for his birthday party in New York.

"So, your birthday party is actually a fundraiser," Alice stated in conclusion to what she'd seen so far.

"I know it seems double-sided, but that's the way things are done around here," Jack explained, trying not to sound patronizing.

"Yeah, I get it. But we'll spend your actual birthday somewhere else, right?"

"We could spend the week at Palm Beach." He offered. A grin slowly emerged in Alice's face. "I'll take that as a yes."

Alice stood up, then bent down to kiss him goodbye. Her lips softly brushed against his, making him feel tiny little sparks. He still couldn't explain why her touch was so magical, but he wanted it to last forever. It always ended too soon, and it always carried this strong sense of rush and fear of being discovered.

"I'm going shopping for a party dress," she told him. "see you tomorrow, bunny!"

"Here, let me pay for it."

"I have my own money," she stated with confidence.

"Which comes from me, anyway."

"Touché," admitted Rosita, opening her hand forward.

Jack laughed at her cheekiness before fetching some of his cash and placing it on her hand.

Alice looked back and forth between Jack and the money, astounded. "This is enough for five dresses!"

He grinned all-knowingly. "Then get one which is worth as much."

She clicked her tongue. "You're unbelievable."

"I want my lady to be the best-dressed girl at the party. Is that so wrong?"

Before the day could come to an end, Alice took a walk around the Constitution Gardens. Alex followed six feet behind as she circled the Washington Monument.

When they reached the Lincoln Memorial area, she rested by leaning back on the railing on the river's edge.

Alex observed the girl as she took a glance at the money previously kept in a white envelope in her wallet.

Alice admitted it was tempting to do with it as Jack had said. But if she went down that road so often, she might end up never coming out of it. It was too much money to waste on a single piece of clothing.