Kate fished her keys out and unlocked the front door of her London home as her driver brought her bags in for her. It had been a long 10 hour flight from Los Angeles and she was glad to be finally home, especially knowing who was waiting for her. As she thought of the events of the past week or so a wry smile crossed her face at the strange workings of fate.
"Hello Miss O'Casey, welcome home ma'm," her housekeeper Betty greeted her.
"Thanks Betty, it's good to be home," Kate replied with a smile. Betty then noticed Kate's arm in a sling.
"Oh Miss, what happened to your arm?" she exclaimed with some alarm.
'It's nothing.. really - just an accident," Kate reassured her.
Betty nodded then said with a smile, "He's upstairs waiting for you."
Kate returned the smile then went to the bottom of the stairs and called, "Harry..," her heart swelling with love and her eyes misting with emotion. He came down the stairs and as his familiar blue eyes twinkled at her a smile lit up her face. She ran to him and embraced him, running her uninjured hand through his thick jet black hair, brushing back the unruly lock that always fell across his forehead. He returned the embrace just as tightly then looked at her with a lopsided grin crossing his face.
"Mum, I'm so glad you're home - I missed you," her thirteen year old son exclaimed as she planted a kiss on his cheek.
"I missed you too sweetheart - so much," she replied gazing into his deep blue eyes that reminded her so much of his father's.
He then noticed her right arm was bandaged and in a sling. "Mum..what happened to your arm?" he asked with concern.
"It's a long story sweetheart but I'm okay. It's nothing to worry about," she dismissed it, not wanting to scare him with the truth that it was a gun-shot wound.
"So how was America? How did the concert go?" he asked excitedly as they went into the living room and sat down.
Kate hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "It was interesting. The concert went really well - with a few surprises thrown in," she remarked a little ruefully.
"Can you take me with you next time you go to America?" Harry asked eagerly. "I especially want to go to Los Angeles and go to Disneyland and Hollywood and everything."
Kate smiled at him. "You know Harry, maybe I will. There's someone there I'd like you to meet."
"Who?" her son asked. Not ready to tell him yet or to get his hopes up, she simply answered with a smile, "An old friend."
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