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On the return trip home, Felicia barely kept her car under the posted speed limit. Her mind was racing with the possibilities. The woman at the desk at Langdon said that Adelaide had signed out and left voluntarily; that made the possibility of a kid-napping rather remote. It didn’t totally eliminate it, but it certainly made it less likely.
Aunt Carolyn could have picked her up, but Felicia was pretty sure that she was on vacation somewhere out west. Was it possible she had come back to Maine and met Addie at the rehab facility? But surely they would have told her if Addie planned to go to Aunt Carolyn’s, and during the previous night’s phone call nothing of that nature had been mentioned. Of course, thinking back, I did hang up on her before she had a chance to say much, Felicia recalled.
“Dammit, where are you Mom?” The words, uttered aloud, hung in the air in the car. As the commuter traffic began to get heavier, she found it was necessary to slow down. A glance at the clock on the dashboard told her that she was definitely going to miss the first half, if not all of Dr. Phil. “Double Dammit!”
Finally, Felicia reached her exit from the highway and she turned down a street to her neighborhood. When she turned into her mother’s street, she saw a large white car, and her mother’s car in the driveway. The trunk of Addie’s car was open, as was the one on the second car. “What the—“ she wondered as she turned into the driveway.
Quickly, Felicia pulled in front of her mother’s car, turned of the ignition, exited the car and ran into the house. “Mom?” she called as she glanced toward the living room and headed to the kitchen. Seated at the kitchen table drinking Diet Coke were her mother and a gray-haired distinguished looking man—probably the owner of the honkin’ huge white wheels.
“What the hell is going on?” demanded Felicia as she tore into the room, looking the male stranger up and down, and then glaring at her mother.
“Had you not hung up on me yesterday, I could have told you that you needn’t come to Langdon to pick me up today. I made other arrangements.” Adelaide waited a minute to let that sink in before she continued.
“Doc Wilson advised me to not come here for a while because he thought it was too stressful an environment for me to convalesce here. This is Michael Chandler. I’ll be staying at his house. I needed to come by and fetch my clothes and a few other things.”
“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND??” screamed Felicia. “You’re skipping out of your home to shack up with some stranger? And at your age? I had Jordan take Betsy overnight, and you come up with some cockamamie idea like this?”
“I see what Dr. Wilson was concerned about,” Michael interrupted. “Felicia, your mother is recovering from a stress induced heart attack. Please stay calm and speak to your mother with respect. She does not need to get upset and end up back in the hospital.”
“You stay out of this, you old lecher! I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but my mother belongs here with me,” countered Felicia.
(to be continued..)
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