She laughs and picks up the watering can. Her flowers are looking much more alive, hanging outside her window over her balcony. Caroline is happy to see her niece laughing again. It was frightening to see her so desolate.
"So when are you going back to school, Adie? Your professors must be wondering where you went."
"Oh I informed them of all that was going on, they understand." They probably would have known with or without me telling them, she thinks to herself, "I go back next week."
"Good. You have to start living again, Adie baby, you can't keep yourself holed up like this for weeks."
"I know, I know..." She comes in and sits down beside her aunt, who is reading the newspaper and having coffee.
Adie never liked coffee all that much, so she gets up to make herself some tea. She's eating now, and sleeping as well. She gets up in the morning, takes her shower, gets dressed and cleans. It's not much, but its an improvement.
"You know, Adie, I have a few books that need to be returned to the library," Caroline says glancing up slightly from her paper.
Adie looks over at the digital stove clock and the kettle begins to sing on the far right eye. She discards her apron, walks up to the stove and turns it off.
"I'll be back soon than," She picks up the three novels lying on the counter beside the potted geranium and bonsai tree that stand watch over her car keys and discarded junk mail. She leaves the car keys. She'll walk to the library. She needs the exercise anyway.

Last night's storm has left it's remnants in the streets. Adie jumps large puddles and pretends they're oceans. The pavement is slippery with sunlight and the shops are opening their grated cages, yielding their wares like fruit. She decides it's a good day, right before the Rolls Royce rounds the bend, sending a spray of muddy rainwater in Adie's direction, drenching her. And suddenly, things begin to look a bit bleaker. She is almost certain she knows the face she catches in the back seat window before the car drives away. He seems almost as surprised as her. Though sunglasses hide his eyes, his mouth seems to show this, his grip on his cell phone weakening. But of course, he doesn't have the decency to stop.
In reality, the young man in the back of the car felt quite terrible. If it had been anyone else who was standing on the street corner soaked, he probably either wouldn't have noticed or would not have thought twice about it. But, unlike Adie who could not place him, he recognized her almost instantly. Perhaps it was because he had worked with her intense, scientist father, or maybe it was just by chance, but somehow the memory of the funeral came back just as she was being splashed with water. However, things did not quite click in his mind till they were about a block from where the incident had taken place.
"Grady!" He calls to his chauffer, "Grady! Why didn't we stop for that girl?"
"You didn't say so sir,"
"Say so? She was drenched, turn around and try to find her!"
"You'll be late sir,"
"Grady, just do it,"
"Yes sir."
They take a short cut down past the library trying to find her, however, he sees her just as she is about to walk into that marble monster of a building.
"Stop Grady!"
He doesn't know why he's doing this. What is he going to say anyway? Sorry? He guesses that it's just the empathetic side of him finally breaking through or maybe just pity for the poor girl. He has no idea what he's doing but before he can stop himself, he jumps from the car and follows her, calling.
By the time she arrives at the library she is shaking she is so angry. How rude can people get these days? She stomps up the steps, her shoes making that funny damp noise they do when they are completely soaked. If it was any other day she would have laughed, but not today.
She is too livid to hear anything by this point. If she ever saw that guy again, whoever it was, she would give him a piece of her mind and then some.
Finally, somehow the word breaks through and she turns to see a man with a black suit and sunglasses. He takes off the glasses as he approaches. She feels the anger surge within her as he walks up. So she slaps him. By this point she's not even thinking, shes just pissed.
She stumbles back as if it's her that's been stuck and puts a shocked hand to her mouth.
He massages his stinging jaw for a moment.
"I guess I sort of deserved that one," He says.
"Oh god, I am so sorry," She says regaining control over her temper, "Is anything hurt?"
At that he chuckles, "Only my pride," He laughs now.
Her face loses its deer in headlights look and she laughs with him. The first true, belly laugh she has had in a week and a half. They're both laughing so hard now that they are crying.
"I'm sorry," She repeats wiping her damp cheeks, oblivious to the stares they are receiving on the steps of the library.
"That was supposed to be my line," He says with a grin.
He feels so odd, this is the first time he has truly smiled and laughed while sober since his dad died. Murdered. He corrects himself in his mind. My father was murdered. He stops laughing.
Adie can't help but feel curious.
"Do I know you?" She asks.
"Harry Osborne, I worked with your father."
Suddenly things connect in her mind and she nodds biting her lip.
"Well it was very nice of you to come back to apologize," She states with a smile, "And again, I truly am sorry."
"No trouble at all," He says as she begins to back up toward the library, assuming the conversation to be at an end.
"Thank you again," She says as he begins to back up toward the car, assuming the same thing.
She turns her back and starts into the building but feels somewhat reluctant.
Unbeknownest to her, Harry is musing the same thing. He really wasn't thinking that day, he decides as he calls after her once again.
"Hey!" He realizes he has forgotten her name.
She turns and smiles, and guesses his thoughts, "Adie, Adie Octavius."
"Well, Adie Octavius, since its a bit early for drinks, would you like to go get a cup of coffee somewhere?"
She hates coffee.
"Why not," She replies and decides she'll give it another chance.