Michael and Fi walked slowly back to Maggie's place. They said little to each other. Fi had taken Michael's arm at one point in the walk. It was as if they were settling into a different rhythm of their relationship. Who they were before Kennedy Park and now had dramatically changed. They had come clean about how they felt. They both knew how far each would go for the other. They both knew neither would leave unless they were dead. Some people might refer to this as married. They wouldn't. But, they knew it they were in their own way.

When they finally got back, they found the table was set and Maddie, Maggie and Sam were sitting down to eat. "Nice of you two to join us. I thought you were going to eat down at Coco Walk since you were gone so long," Maggie said.

Michael pulled out Fi's chair and sat beside her. "No, we took your suggestion. I would miss this for the world." Michael said and pulled the salad toward his plate.

"Well, I think we should have dinner and then may dessert at Coco Walk. There's a neat little yogurt place there. I am sure you know about it."

They all agreed it was a good idea. Not because it was anyone's love of frozen yogurt, but because they all understood that it allowed them to speak more freely.

Dinner was actually pleasant. Maddie spent a great deal of the time telling Michael as a little kid stories with Maggie chiming in to correct history. Fiona was quieter than usually, listening, giggling or make a mental note of how uncomfortable Michael was. "You really need to work on these types of events, Michael. Family loves to needle." Fiona whispered in his ear.

"We can arrange for your mother to come over and we can share this joy," Michael glared.

Sam chugged his beer. "It could be worse, Mike, she could be talking about old girlfriends and prom dates."

"I wouldn't let it get that far, Michael. I know you have your limits. Maddie, do you remember the summer we went to that campsite outside of Kendall. You know the one. Did I ever tell you I bought it?

John and I did. I got an air stream and really dressed up the place. You should really come down with me."

"I loved that place. It was so much fun. I remember bringing Michael and Nate down there. You learned to fish there, Michael."

Michael remembered it well. Maggie must have been around 18 because he was 10. His father had begun to beat him within an inch of this life. Maggie had suggested that they come down and stay with her. The memory had long recessed in Michael's mind. It was the best three weeks of this childhood. Maggie had told him to come to her house and hide whenever his father was on a bender. She had shown him where the key was to the house and the garage. If it hadn't been for Maggie, he probably wouldn't have made it to 14. Or 25. Or 35.

Fiona and Maddie cleared the table while Sam, Michael and Maggie talked. It was completely superficial and involved the trading of paperwork. Maggie had the file on the first target. Sam looked first signaled that he had some questions. Michael took it to review it. Maggie handed him an untraceable cell and called everyone together. "Let's start off before it gets too crowded."