She nodded, feeling awkward. Moira had only been there a few minutes. They were drinking tea and engaging in small talk. Only two days prior, Kit had made the final decision to look seriously into a legal separation from Sully in Lizbeth’s office in Century City.
Lizbeth was doing some initial discovery around the Malibu house and suggested they get more information before filing as this could help Kit and her case. It still weighed heavily on her mind knowing that before she stepped on a plane later that week to see Sully, their legal separation would be filed.
Her insider information was affecting her behavior toward Moira and she knew it. She felt uncomfortable and wanted to blurt out everything like word vomit, but she knew better.
She had to warm this one up, kind of like cooking a frog. The frog doesn’t know it’s getting cooked to death when it’s placed in the pot with water. Even as the heat gradually increases, the frog has no idea he’s done for.
Kit knew the news she was going to share with Moira could potentially kill her spirit. It would affect their relationship, her relationship with Sully and possibly have some aftershocks to the charitable foundation they had established not too long ago.
She realized the best way to approach this was one unit at a time. A thanksgiving turkey is never ingested all in one sitting. It’s carved, served and eaten morsel by morsel. This would be no different.
CHAPTER 9
Moira automatically went into fussing over Kit, wanting to ensure that she was feeling good and comfortable.
Kit grinned. “I’m ok, really. Mom, have a seat. I’d like to talk.”
She nodded her head. “Of course, honey. I’m here for you.” She sipped her tea.
Kit knew Moira didn’t see this coming. She could feel it and that didn’t make things any easier. It was time to pull out the carving knife and start hacking away. “Mom, have you talked to Sully lately?”
She shook her head. “No. I know things get crazy when he’s on the road, especially this tour, so we don’t speak much. I talk to Danny more than I talk to him.”
Kit raised her eyebrows. “You talk to Danny regularly?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah. Every few days—sometimes once a week when they’re really busy—like right now. I will tell you that I didn’t approve of my son going back out on the road and leaving you here. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but he hasn’t called me back. Danny said things are crazy, but that’s all he’s telling me.”
Moira’s eyes narrowed. “I have a feeling there’s more to the story. We’re not going to talk about the shooting or the miscarriage, are we?”
Kit sighed and shifted her glance up toward the ceiling. Moira was good. She could read her like a book.
She took a deep breath and met her eyes. “No. I want to talk about your son. When was the last time you spoke to him?”
Moira sat for a moment in silence trying to jog her memory banks. She then shifted her glance back to Kit. “Aside from when everything happened with the shooting? Two months ago. He sent me flowers and called me on my birthday, but we didn’t talk long. It was a very superficial conversation. Lasted only a few minutes. He said he had to go to soundcheck. He was scattered. Not really there. Kit, what’s going on? Why are you asking me this? You never ask me this.”
She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. Her green eyes fluttered open and she looked at Moira. “He’s got a pretty serious drug problem. There have been more groupies than normal on the road. And he’s got a girlfriend now too. She comes out for a few weeks at a time from what I understand.”
Moira shook her head in disbelief. “Huh? What? Are you sure? How can you be so sure? My son’s a lot of things, but a cheater is not one of them.”
Kit swallowed hard. “I have sources, Moira. Plus, he and I had a discussion before he went back out on the road. He was acting erratically and displaying very odd behavior, so I confronted him. He admitted to his drug us and the groupies and left. I told him that I thought it best we separate so I could get my thoughts together. I’m going to fly out later in the week to have a bigger conversation with him too… about a legal separation and possibly a divorce later on.”
Moira’s eyes widened. “Divorce? What? You’re divorcing my son?”
Kit couldn’t face her. She kept her eyes cast down, staring at her lap, her head hung in defeat.
She sighed without raising her head. “Yes, I think so. I’m filing for a legal separation. That may turn into filing for a divorce officially once he’s done with the tour.”
Moira closed her eyes and shook her head. “You’re going to hate me when I tell you this.”
She raised her head and frowned. “Huh? What are you talking about?”
Moira sighed, unable to face Kit. “Sully has had a problem with drugs for a very long time. I thought when he married you, he’d settle down and be done with it for good.”
She stared. “Go on.” She folded her arms in front of her chest.
Moira wrung her hands as she shifted her gaze away from Kit. “He went to rehab for the first time when he was sixteen. It almost bankrupted us. His father still resents him for it. We thought it took. And it did for a time. He got really into his music and songwriting. He graduated high school, moved to New York and was in a few bands making lots of progress. He was pretty happy. He got the idea to
