5.10.2
"So, Mike, Fi's pissed at you." Sam says as the
two of them go over the money trail Tavian left.
"I know, Sam."
"She's saying you're having an easier time fitting her
snow globes into your life than her."
Michael sighs. "She's right. All the snow globes,"
he looks around their home, "flowers, potpourri, and fluffy pillows need
is space. And I can do space. But I'm working on it. And she knows it."
Fi was a lot less mad at him after she got home and he told
her he had called Father Guier. Sure, she still wasn't thrilled about the whole
taking her for granted thing. And apparently Sam's computer guy was a bit less
willing to do the job than she had expected. And there might be an APB on her
car, because there was a whole lot of fast driving. Though that part was fun.
But, still, it hadn't been a fabulous day on her side, and his immediately
running off to Pearce was the proverbial icing on the cake.
"Good. Keep working on it. Because everything is a lot
more fun when you two are getting along."
"I'll keep that in mind, Sam."
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