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News From the Front

 

Brian

Seems like we're doomed - or else this emotional shit is like the Borg and you just can't escape it, because we've just left the airport when my cell phone rings. It's Cynthia to tell me that Mel had turned up there demanding to see me. Well, apparently her exact words were something like "where is that fucking asshole sonofabitch" - about which my only complaint is that I'm currently not fucking; the sonofabitch thing I can't argue with at all, and "asshole" is practically my middle name. Anyway, seems she got more and more abusive and hysterical until she drove even Theodore to the point of threatening to call the police if she didn't either calm down or leave.

She left.

I tell my driver what's going on - although he guessed most of it from the side of the conversation he could hear - and we're just debating whether I should call Ms Hershell to fill her in on this latest, when my cell rings again. This time it's the building super at the loft who says there's "some crazy bitch" shrieking obscenities outside our door. He says the other tenants are complaining. No shit.

I tell him to call the cops.

Then I tell the driver to pull over. It's become obvious that once again my attorney's coffers are going to be swelling due to the fucking munchers' dysfunctional relationship, and I don't want to call her only to have the fucking phone cut out because we've gone into the tunnel. Besides, I know the driver's going to want to hear what's going on, and I don't want him to crash the damned car because he's too busy eavesdropping to pay proper attention to what he's doing.

As I dial I wonder if Michael is baby-sitting his little fucking dumpling while Mel is rampaging all over town. Shit!

I get through to Ms Hershell eventually, and as soon as I fill her in on the latest chapter I can tell she isn't much either surprised or sorry to hear what Mel's been up to. She tells me that she's already prepared the papers to apply for a restraining order, and that she'll file to have it treated as an urgent matter by the courts. She warns me I should be prepared to attend a hearing this afternoon, although, she says, I probably won't be asked to say anything. She'll get a statement from the building super and that, together with the statements from the hotel staff about this morning's shenanigans, should be enough to prove to the courts that Mel can't be trusted to keep the line. I ask her about getting one from Cynthia or Ted, but she says she'd prefer to just rely on those from neutral sources.

She also tells me that she recommends re-applying to the Family Courts to have even Mel's rights to supervised visits removed unless she's willing to enter into an agreement not to approach any one of us - me, Justin, Gus or Lindsay - except at mutually agreed times and in the presence of our lawyers. Of course she fucking does.

Ka-ching! Ka-ching!

But it's not the money that makes me hesitate on that one. It's …

Lindsay will go fucking ballistic; so will Mikey for that matter if Mel starts giving him a hard time about JR as her twisted form of payback.

I tell Ms H. that I'll have to think about it. And discuss it with Lindsay.

When she speaks again, I swear I can hear the wolf-grin in her voice; whatever's going on, she's scenting blood.

"As far as Ms Petersen is concerned, you may wish to pass on the information Ms Marcus's attorney revealed to me this morning. It appears that one of the reasons that Ms Marcus wishes to present as grounds for appeal against the supervised visits only ruling is because she believes she is about to be granted Canadian citizenship, and therefore it would place an intolerable burden on her to be able to see Gus only under the supervision of the Pittsburgh Courts."

"How the f… Hell is she swinging that?" I ask dumbfounded.

Again, I can hear the wolf-tone in her voice as she answers. "Ms Marcus was married to a Canadian resident two days ago."

Holy fuck!

April 1st 2011

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