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Coco knocked on Maggie's door. "Just you watch," she said, turning to Davy. Maggie answered, and like Micky, her face flushed with shame. She adored Micky's family and wasn't sure how they had received the news of the break up. Coco gave her no reason to worry though.
"Maggie!" she squealed, throwing her arms around her. "So good to see you!"
"You too," Maggie smiled, inviting both of them to come in. "I suppose by now you've heard..."
"It was just now that I heard, in fact," Coco replied directly. "Micky is terrible about keeping in touch, especially when there's something he doesn't want to tell us. To be honest, I think you made the right decision about him, Maggie."
Davy opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off by a quick shake of Coco's head.
Maggie blinked in surprise. She had not expected Micky's sister to say that! "What-what do you mean?"
"I mean, like, the fact that he tells the same jokes over and over again. He thinks he's soooo funny. I'm sure this new guy-Alan, isn't it?- isnt' always running around doing silly voices and impressions. He's probably much more suave."
"I-I guess so," managed Maggie, totally taken aback by the turn this conversation was taking. It suddenly struck her that she'd never heard Alan say anything funny. He seemed to think humor was beneath him. That fact began to bother her more than a little. Surprisingly, she found herself coming to Micky's defense. "It wasn't Micky's sense of humor that was the problem, it was-"
Coco held out her hand dramatically, "It's probably because he's so emotional. Alan is probably much more stoic. I'm sure you'd never catch him in tears."
"No, I suppose not," Maggie said softly. It occured to her that while she'd never seen Alan demonstrate sadness or anger, she'd also never seen him express pure joy, either. One thing she'd always admired about Micky was his ability to express a full array of emotions.
Meanwhile, Davy could only watch in fascinated silence. He could almost see the wheels spinning in Maggie's head.
"And then of course," began Coco, lowering her voice to a confidential tone, "You won't have to put up with Micky's awful snoring."
"I don't mind it," replied Maggie without thinking. Davy couldn't stifle his giggles, and realizing what she said, Maggie's face turned hot and pink. She had to dig herself out of this hole fast. "I mean, you know, I've heard him snoring when he was hurt or sick and I was taking care of him. It's not like we uh-"
Coco didn't miss a beat, "And that's another thing-you won't have to deal with someone who is so prone to accidents and illness. That will be a real load off your shoulders not to be his nursemaid."
Suddenly, Maggie wasn't so sure.
Coco could see that her work there was done, and she gave Maggie another hug, "Whatever happens between you and Micky, we'll still be friends, right Maggie?"
"Of course we will," she answered. "And please tell everyone hello and I miss them. You've all been like a second family to me."
"I will. Have fun at your big dinner next weekend," Coco waved as she headed for the door.
Maggie gave her a little smile. She began to wonder if she'd have any fun at all.

Coco and her mom stayed well into the evening. For supper Janelle had re-heated the stew, of which there was enough to feed an army.
"An army, four kids, same thing," Janelle joked good naturedly.
"Especially when one of them is Micky," Davy teased, causing everyone to laugh. As the laughter flowed around the table everyone began to feel more at ease. The sense of doom had finally lifted and had been replaced by a sense of hope. After dinner everyone moved into the living room for a dessert of chocolate cream pie. Janelle coaxed the boys into playing and singing a few songs. On his crutches, Micky hobbled over to the drum kit, since he drummed left-footed. They played for nearly an hour, their music sounding better than it had in some time.
"Time to rest that foot again, Mick," said Peter after they had finished "The Girl I Knew Somewhere."
"I really haven't been on it," protested the drummer.
"Doesn't matter. We need it healed by Tuesday night, so up it goes-now-with ice," instructed Mike.
Micky grumbled a bit as he made his way back to the couch. Before he could sit down Coco whacked him on the backside with a pillow, "You listen to your friends!"
His ankle was starting to throb but he managed a cheeky smile, "I always do-and you should see the trouble I get into because of it."
Davy got the icebag from the freezer and Janelle spread the afgahn over her son. He enjoyed the attention but couldn't help but wish it were Maggie fussing over him instead. He began to think about what he'd say to her when he had the chance, and not realizing how tired he was, drifted off to sleep with those thoughts in his head.
The others realized how tired he was, though, when they heard light snoring coming from the couch. Everyone chuckled softly, and Davy and Coco exchanged winks. Micky seemed to be able to conk out no matter where he was or what was going on around him. Janelle gave her first born a motherly kiss on the cheek. Mike walked her and Coco to their car after everyone had said their goodbyes and thank yous.
"There are times," she sighed to him in confidence, after Coco was in the car, "that I wish Micky was not so tender-hearted. I think Maggie will come around but it's awfully hard to watch him suffer in the meantime."

More to come!

This will end eventually, I promise...

Dr. Richards was kind enough to make a housecall on Tuesday morning. He gave Micky a clean bill of health, but warned Micky not to over do it, or stand in one place for too long. Looking at the array of fake mustaches and hats that were in a pile on the floor, couldn't help but wonder what they were for.
"It's all part of the master plan to win Maggie back," replied Mike. Dr. Richards shook his head, chuckled, and wished them luck.

The jobs at the Country Club worked out well for the boys. Mike worked as a cook since he was the only one whom the manager had actually seen in person. He could not risk being seen by Maggie and there was little chance she'd come into the kitchen. So he wouldn't have to stand in one place too long, Micky took the waiter's job and Davy checked hats and coats. Peter got the odd assignment of going onto the golf course after dark with a flashlight to retrieve the lost balls. He even skimmed the pond with a long-handled skimmer to get whatever he could out of there. Because it was an 18 hole course, the task took up several hours. They worked especially hard that first night learning the ropes, but they were happy to be working. An added benefit was they got to eat dinner there for free every night! The patrons enjoyed the young waiter with the Italian accent and the coat checker with a French accent. Peter's job didn't require much contact with people but when it did he could pull off a Swedish accent with ease.
Because they worked from 6 pm-12 am, the boys could spend their daytime hours rehearsing or doing other tasks like cleaning the pad. Micky put in a couple shifts at the garage as well. He had to miss his night class, but explained his situation to his professor and got the notes he needed. By the time they arrived home from the Country Club a little past midnight, they barely had enough energy to drag themselves into their beds. After a couple days they got the hang of their jobs and began to discuss how to put their plan into action.

"Margaret, it would be nice if you had a little color in your face for Saturday," Alan told her as they walked across campus after Journalism class. Maggie, who was silently going over a comment that her beloved professor had made about her work not being as inspired as usual, was somewhat taken aback.
"Oh, I plan to wear some rouge," she said.
"I meant you should try and get a little tan. You're so pale-I don't want people thinking you're sick."
"But-but Alan, I don't tan. I burn-badly," she explained, trying not to sound too defensive.
"Do you think you could try again-for me?" he asked, a false note of sweetness in his voice that she could not hear. "You wouldn't have to stay out long, but it would be nice not to look like I was escorting a living ghost."
"If it's that important to you, I guess so," she agreed with little enthusiasm.

That afternoon after her jog, Maggie peeled off her t-shirt and sweatpants to reveal a navy blue one piece bathing suit. She pulled the Giant's baseball cap off her head and shook out her long curls. Generally she was too self-conscious to be seen in a swimsuit and she hoped she wouldn't encounter anyone she knew. Casting a furtive eye up and down the beach, she spread out her towel on the sand. How do people stand doing this all day, she wondered as she brushed the sand out of her book for about the 15th time in as many minutes. The sun itself was quite warm as it beat down upon her head but the early November winds were quite chilly, as well as a nuisance. Fortunately for Maggie she was able to lose herself in her book after a while.
Or maybe unfortunately.

More soon!