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It seemed as though Micky was bound and determined to make up for lost time. He insisted on going downstairs for a change of scenery. Maggie could see the strained look on his face as he made his way down the staircase even though he leaned heavily on Mike and Peter for support. The boys got him settled on the couch while Maggie looked for a can of soup to open.
"Your stomach hasn't had much in it for a few days. It's best to start slow," she explained. "Now I know you feel better, Micky, but you are not to get off that couch unless I say so."
Micky was more than willing to let Maggie be the boss when it came to what he could and couldn't do. Peter and Mike had done nearly all the work of getting him onto the couch and he still felt exhausted. Staying on the sofa didn't sound too bad. He nodded meekly at her.
He was soon settled with a pillow, an afgahn and a bowl of soup. He had planned to watch a little t.v. but conked out before he reached the remote.
"He's a trooper," smiled Davy when he heard snores coming from the sofa. He was on his way to the pool again. "Have a good day, fellas-and Maggie."
Both Mike and Peter had the day off and Maggie was quite glad about that. After the last night she was glad she didn't have to shoulder the responsibiliy of taking care of Micky by herself. The experience had shaken her pretty badly and she was happy just to have someone else around for the company.
Maggie offered to make breakfast and soon found herself scrambling eggs and buttering toast. No one talked much during the meal since everyone was still feeling a bit drained from the previous night.
The phone rang and Peter went to anwer it, since he had a sneaking suspicion of the caller's identity. When Micky's fever had finally broken last night he'd snuck down to call his mom, thinking that she, of all people, had a right to know just how sick her son had been.
"Oh, hi Mrs. Dolenz," he tried to sound casual. "Right, sorry, Janelle. Uh-huh, better this morning. He ate some soup and is sleeping on the couch. You can come up when? He'll be glad to see you. Okay, bye." He hung up the receiver, "That was Micky's mom. Her car's out of the shop and she can be here a little after noon, she thought."
"That's good," Mike agreed. "She seems like a nice lady judging from the times I've talked to her on the phone."
Peter smiled, "She really is great. Very warm. She makes every one feel right at home. You'll like her, Maggie."
Maggie all of a sudden felt her pulse beat a little faster.
"Do you guys mind if I go home for a little while?" she asked. She really needed a jog on the beach to clear her head. Maggie had no doubt she'd like Micky's sainted mother, but was plagued with doubts about whether his mom would like her. She knew that most mothers were rather protective of their sons. Would Mrs. Dolenz consider her a threat? She prayed not.
"No, you go home for a while," Mike broke into her thoughts. "You probably want a chance to change clothes."
Maggie looked down to see she was still wearing Micky's nightshirt and giggled at the fact she hadn't even noticed until now.
"I guess I'd really have some explaining to do if I met Mrs. Dolenz in this!" she quipped. "I'll change the sheets on Micky's bed before I leave. The way he was sweating I'm sure they need it."
Peter placed a hand on her forearm, "No need for that, Maggie. Mike and I can handle things. You just take your jog, go home, whatever you need to do. Michael and I are just as capable of changing sheets and pouring juice as you are."
"You tryin' to put me out of a job?" she teased. "I'll be back after lunch. That'll give Micky some time alone with his mom."
Even though she was tired from last night, Maggie jogged at her usual pace. Since the day was foggy there were not too many others on the beach. She enjoyed the feel of the ocean spray against her face; it always gave her a measure of comfort somehow. Maggie had always lived close to the water. Back home near San Francisco she had lived within a short bus-ride of the ocean, but the water was never quite that accessible. In her new place now she could hear, see, taste and feel the sea every day. The ocean was always stimulating one of her senses. It was a part of her.
A long shower, watering the plants and checking the mail helped pass some of the time, but the clock still seemed to tick to slowly for Maggie. She knew she was welcome at the guys' pad but didn't wan to appear overly-anxious. Homework was absolutely out of the question. Finally she decided to bake some brownies, knowing the boys would appreciate them and that the making of them would occupy her mind as well as her hands.
It was 1:30 by the time the brownies had cooled and Maggie thought it a good time to go across the hall. Gathering up the brownies and her courage, she took a deep breath and headed out the door.
Peter answered Maggie's soft knock, "Hi Maggie, don't you look nice."
"Thank you," she stammered. She had forgone her usual attire of overalls for a peasant skirt and a white eyelit blouse with cap sleeves. As Peter ushered her inside she noticed Micky sleeping on the couch and wondered if he'd woken up since she had left.
Peter seemed to read her mind, "Don't worry, he's been awake. Mostly asking for food but we've taken it slow like you said. Oh, Mrs. Dol-I mean, Janelle, this is Maggie, the girl we've been telling you about."
Micky's mom, who had been visiting with Mike at the table, rose and clasped Maggie's extended hand in both of hers. Truthfully it was all she could do not to embrace the girl but she did not want to embarrass her. From what the boys had told her, her son was rather smitten and Janelle didn't want to do anything to spoil his chances.
"These boys have been singing your praises since the moment I stepped foot in the door. It's so nice to finally meet you. You have my eternal gratitude, dear. Oh my, these two gentlemen didn't tell me how pretty you were, though. Such eyes! I'm sure Micky would have told me but the poor boy has been asleep since I got here."
"It's nice to meet you, too," Maggie greeted with a shy smile. "I-I brought brownies."
"Did someone say brownies?" called a sleepy voice from the couch.
"That's my son," his mom laughed as she walked over to see him. Won't wake up for his own mother but will for a brownie. Hi sweetie."
"Hi Mom," Micky yawned as he returned her hug. "Have you met Maggie?"
"Yes, she just got her a few minutes ago. You sure gave me a scare George Michael Dolenz, and your friends, too. I think we're all glad the worst seems to be over. You've got some real good friends here, son."
Maggie tried to be unobtrusive so Micky could visit with his mother but both kept pulling her into the conversation. Maggie thought to herself that Micky must have gotten his height from his father and his personality from his mother. She was an energetic little lady with an air of patient humor about her. Even when she teased Micky, it was done with affection. Janelle, as she insisted on being called, filled Micky in on his three sisters and other members of his family while they all snacked on brownies and milk.
As only a mom can, Janelle sensed when Micky was getting tired, "Well son, I'd better hit the road. Don't want to leave the girls home by themselves for too long. Good to see you. You bring this young lady home sometime soon, okay? I like her."
"You like anyone who brings you chocolate, Mom," he laughed, hoping her comment wasn't too mortifying for Maggie.
"Don't sass your mother, boy!" she mockingly scolded him. "Goodbye, dear. Love you."
"Love you too, Mom."
Remembering her good manners, Maggie walked Janelle to the door. Once there, the older woman gave into her impulse and hugged the girl, whispering, "Thank you again for all you've done. It's very easy to see why Micky thinks you're a special girl. Bye now."
"What did my mom say to you?" Micky was curious when she was safely out of ear shot.
""Nothing, just girl talk," she smiled. "She's really nice, Micky."
"See, I told you so," remarked Peter.
"Yeah," agreed Mike. "We'll have to have your whole family come visit sometime."
"That's a good idea. How old did you say your sisters were again, Micky?" asked Peter in fun.
A snore from the couch was the only response.

More coming soon! Hope everyone's enjoyed these last couple chapters.

Nora