"Felicia, let me help you with the dishes before the
girls get back," Bobbie offered, helping to clear the
table after the two friends finished dinner. "What
time did Mac say he'd be back with Maxie and Georgie?"
Remembering how Mac brusquely refused her offer to
have dinner here for the four of them - Mac, Felicia,
and the girls - Felicia sighed, responding, "Mac knows
that this is a school night. He'll have them back here
by 9 p.m. at the latest."
"Well then let's put the dishes in the dishwasher now.
I want to talk to you before the girls get home."
A few minutes later, Felicia and Bobbie were relaxing
on the sofa drinking coffee. Taking a big gulp of the
strong coffee in order to strengthen her resolve,
Bobbie sincerely hoped that Felicia would listen to
what she was about to say.
"I haven't had a chance to comment on that news
broadcast the other night," she began.
"Wasn't it brilliant?" Felicia gushed, interrupting
Bobbie. "Mac is so blinded by his affair with Dara he
isn't seeing it in its true light, as everyone else
sees it. Maybe the report opened his eyes to the
reality of what he's doing."
"Felicia, this is me, Bobbie. Do you mean to tell me
you really think that report was fair? It basically
said that Mac abandoned you and the girls to run off
and have an office affair with Dara Jensen."
Puzzled by her friend's question, Felicia defended the
depiction of the news report. "That's exactly what he
did do, Bobbie. That woman had the nerve to call me
promiscuous in open court on the witness stand during
Luke's trial." Still feeling the sting of that
humiliation, Felicia was more than happy to air Dara's
dirty laundry in public. "After using her position of
ADA to embarrass me in public and destroy our
marriage, she immediately went after Mac to seduce
him." Felicia's voice dripped with venom as she made
her accusations. "If anything, the report didn't focus
enough on Dara's role in our separation. I know Bonnie
is planning a follow-up report to the story and I'm
going to suggest that it should focus more on Port
Charles' wonderful ADA. ...that tramp."
During Felicia's diatribe a stunned Bobbie Spencer sat
mute holding her coffee cup in mid-air as she
listened. She placed her cup on the coffee table and
used both hands to firmly grasp Felicia hands. Knowing
it was useless to try and shake some sense into
Felicia, she instead attempted to reason with her.
"Felicia, look at what this is doing to yourself, and
possibly doing to the girls. You all will have to live
the rest of your lives with the fallout of this. You
know, Mac can fire back with some potent ammunition of
his own. Just because he is generally a nice guy,
don't count on it keeping him from defending himself -
or Dara." Watching Felicia wince, she knew that her
words were painful for Felicia to hear. In a pleading
tone of voice Bobbie hoped to get through to Felicia.
"I'm saying this because I care about you, not Mac or
Dara. Don't go down this road to try and get Mac back.
It's wrong and I don't think that it will work."
With a frown on her face, Felicia freed herself from
Bobbie's grasp. "No, you're wrong Bobbie, not my plan.
I'm going to do whatever it takes to get Mac back and
he will come back, because in the end that is where he
belongs, here at home with the girls and me. I thought
that you would be more supportive." Felicia was
peeved. Of all people she expected the most support
for her plans from Bobbie, whom she considered her
"I am your friend Felicia, and friends are obligated
to be truthful with one another. Even though I thought
you might get hurt, I held my tongue when you and Luke
became involved, because I know from experience people
tend ignore advice when it comes to matters of the
heart. But I could have told you from the beginning,
no matter how much she and I have our differences,
Laura is the only woman Luke with ever truly love."
Listening to Bobbie recite how much Luke loved Laura
was too much for Felicia to handle. "Stop, Bobbie.
Just stop. I don't need to hear anything else you have
to say tonight. Please just go now."
Reluctantly, Bobbie departed just as Mac, Georgie, and
Maxie arrived at the house. The girls were bubbling
with details of the evening they spent with Mac at his
apartment. Georgie exclaimed that she wanted to play
chess after watching the video Searching for Bobby
Fisher that evening while Maxie handed Felicia some of
the chocolate chip cookies they'd baked. Seeing how
happy the girls were after being with Mac and sensing
he was anxious to leave, Felicia cattily commented
with a smirk, "Well, I'm glad you all had a great
time. It must have been a rare experience for Mac to
actually spend some time at his apartment these days."
Mac clenched his teeth in order to prevent a sharp
retort to Felicia's remark. Instead, he chose to focus
on the girls. Smiling at them he said, "You girls need
to get to bed. Give me a kiss goodnight." Disappointed
that Mac wasn't staying, Maxie and Georgie gave him a
kiss and hug and with obvious sadness they went to
their rooms. Not saying another word, Mac turned and
went towards the door to leave.
Infuriated that Mac had not spoken to her once during
the visit, Felicia was determined not to be ignored.
"I must say that picture of Dara and you in the
newspaper this morning was not flattering at all."
Against his better judgment, Mac stopped just short of
the door and turned to respond to Felicia's taunt.
"These days talking to you is a waste of time Felicia.
I'd do it if I thought we'd get somewhere but now I
feel it would be a useless effort. I'm going to let
the lawyers work it all out."
In a threatening tone of voice Felicia responded,
"You're going to want to talk to me, if fact you'll be
begging to talk to me, before long. Why are you
putting us through all of this? Just come home and put
an end to all of this torment. The girls are
miserable. Did you just see their faces as they went
upstairs? You profess to love them but you can't drop
them off fast enough so you can get back to your
girlfriend. How can you be so hypocritical?"
Anger, frustration, and borderline rage filled Mac as
he listened to Felicia. "Hypocritical? Look who's
taking? How many times last year did you leave them
and me to run off to God knows where with Luke
Spencer? How many times did you promise not to see him
and then end up going off with him again? Why..." Mac
abruptly stopped himself, angry he had allowed himself
to get sucked into this who-did-what argument.
Clenching his hands and willing himself to calm down,
he continued, "It doesn't matter who did what to whom.
What matters is that you really did not love me and I
no longer love you. That's all that matters now."
"Don't tell me what I felt or feel for you Mac. I do
love you. I've always loved you."
Giving up, Mac left the house muttering a parting
comment. "You have one hell of a way of showing it
"Is there anything wrong sweetheart?" For the last ten
minutes Alice held a conversation with her daughter
Ellen and she sensed that something was on Ellen's
mind, but Ellen was having a difficult time broaching
the topic. "Is it Matt, that you miss him?" Alice
"Yes Mother, I do miss him. We've spoken almost every
day since he's been gone. He'll be back here in Port
Charles on Sunday."
"Well, I'm sure that having a week to yourself will
allow you to focus on the wedding plans. How are
things going with it?"
Ellen and Alice discussed the progress Ellen was
making in the wedding preparations. Grateful she was
separated from Ellen via telephone wires, Alice
visibly cringed when told of Lucy Coe's suggestions
for the wedding. She looked upward and mouthed 'thank
you' when Ellen said that she would figure out another
way so Lucy could help. After talking for a few
minutes more, Alice stopped trying to draw out of
Ellen whatever was on her mind and said goodnight.
Sitting on her bed and sighing, Ellen placed the
receiver on the telephone cradle and looked forlornly
at the telephone. Frustrated, raking both hands
through her dreadlocks and across her scalp, she
stared at her reflection in the mirror on her dresser.
Ellen desperately wanted to share her thoughts with
someone but she knew of no one to whom she could turn.
It was madness, she pondered, letting a few sentences
and looks from Kevin Collins unnerve her and make her
question her relationship with Matt. No one would ever
consider Ellen a flighty person who would have serious
feelings for more than one man at a time. Good grief,
for years she wouldn't let Matt or any man get close
to her because she had strong feelings for her late
husband. For a fleeting minute Ellen tried to convince
herself she misunderstood the message Kevin meant to
convey. Then shook her head slowly, trembling
slightly, closing her eyes as she remembered feeling
his breath on her face as he asked would she ever
consider having a relationship with someone else. Like
an idiot she stood there frozen and in shock as Kevin
made his feelings known. Thank goodness Alan came out
when he did. But Alan's timely interruption only
served to postpone Ellen's reply to Kevin's query
until Friday (tomorrow) night. Why did Kevin's
questions weigh so heavily on her mind? Why didn't she
immediately respond that she was madly in love with
Matt and it didn't matter if she met Matt last year,
next year, or ten years in the future? Matt would
still be the man that she loved and wanted to share
her life with. Kevin was her friend, her colleague,
and her confidant. Ellen's mind tried to focus on
these qualities of Kevin and pushed aside thoughts of
how extremely attractive, charming, and caring he was.
Punching her pillow with her fist several times, Ellen
turned off the light in her bedroom and tried to
settle down for a night's sleep, hoping that she would
not dream of Kevin Collins because he certainly had
occupied far too much of her conscious thoughts today.