Who: Robin and Heather When: The afternoon they agreed to see each other Where: Heather's house What: Hopefully clearing the air
She had gone from what appeared as complete hatred to joking with him and then agreeing to see him. He couldn't help but think that she was, more than anything, wanting to see Katie. That she was being nice simply for the sake of not arguing, that she would still remain distant. And things weren't going to be the same again.
She had made it abundantly clear how she felt. There weren't too many ways you could misinterpret the words 'go to hell'. But what had surprised him the most was her apparent inability to understand why he had said the things he had. He hadn't been defending what Anna had said to her, and of her. But he had to believe that for his own sake, the way people reacted based on the impact of situations was for that reason alone - because of what they had been through. That it wasn't who they truly were. Because if it was, what did that say of him?
Despite it all, however, his daughter loved Heather. And he would do anything for her. For both of his children, as he would for his wife. So he carried her up the steps to the front door of the little house, her head resting against his shoulder, one of her tiny, now drool covered hands sucking on the end of a hard biscuit. Apparently, Marian had told him she'd read, it helped when a new tooth was making an appearance.