Don't forget to bring silver with you to millies!! Don't leave her home alone!!!
“Not to worry, folks, not to worry. I got Silver right here.” Micky had a front baby carrier style harness strapped to his chest so he could hold Silver on him at all times.
“Are you comfortable in there?” Peter asked Silver and held a hand to his ear so he could hear her.
Silver blinked up at him and meowed.
“She’s comfortable.” Peter nodded in confirmation then smiled.
“You can understand..? Never mind.” Davy let it go and knocked on Millie Rudnick’s door, their neighbor lady who had moved in with them some time ago because of their landlord’s impatience for rent.
Thanks to the boys’ meddling, they set her up with Larry, the moving guy and the pair got married. They still visited her, often. Now was just one of those times while Mike got some much needed rest.
“Boys!” Crowed a familiar voice. Millie beamed at them then took each of them in a hug, pausing when she reached Micky, “Well, Mikey! I didn’t know you’d had a kid!”
“It’s Micky.” He corrected with a laugh, “But this here is Mike’s kitten. Is it alright if we bring her with us while we stay with you?”
“Well, sure! She seems like a very well-behaved little lady. Larry is terribly allergic to cats but luckily for you, he’s actually visiting his mother right now. Seems to be that time.” Millie pinched each of their cheeks before letting them inside the house.
It smelled prominently of mothballs and rose water. There was plastic on all the furniture and a doily covering every major surface. She had some stuffed animals hanging around like she did before, and one of her signature cheesecakes on the kitchen table.
“Sorry Micky—I mean Mike couldn’t have come, but I’m glad he’s getting some rest.” Millie clicked her tongue in disapproval, “Poor boy is gonna give himself a heart attack with all his carryings on. I had a cousin like that. What all did you say happened to him?”
“Kidnapped by a faerie.” Micky began, petting Silver’s head.
“Rescuing Silver and me from a mobster,” Davy said next.
“Vampire bite.” Peter added.
“Love potion…” Micky continued.
“I’m sorry…what?” Millie blinked at them in disbelief, “Boys, why don’t you have some cheesecake and try to relax? I think you all have been a little stressed.”
Meanwhile, back at the resort, Mike was in a room filled with candles and plants where the staff guided him to the massage table. It smelled like lavender and vanilla in there and they played the usual music one would hear at a spa.
“Listen, I’m really not a spa guy. My friends set this all up, but I really don’t need this. I have stuff I got to do…” Mike tried to explain to the masseuse lady.
She simply smiled at him then helped him lie down before beginning to rub his back.
“I really don’t need—ooh, ooh. Aha, that’s nice there.” Mike smiled some then cleared his throat, “I mean, as I was saying! I really don’t need any special treatment. I’m used to doing the helping and that’s just fine with me. I had a single mother, you know, and I had to help her a lot—wow, you’re really rubbing in deep there.”
He couldn’t hold back a sigh of relief when the masseuse found her way through every tight or sore place he didn’t know existed before. Had he always been so tense?
“I need to…I need to get back…” Mike murmured, his eyes fluttering shut, “I got chores I gotta do and I gotta rehearse with the band…”
The masseuse looked up at the ceiling with an amused smirk when she heard him snoring moments later.
