Chapter 2
Murdock & Nelson at Law was a sad little building. Very sad. Karen (who had been working there for about a day, according to yesterday’s phone call with Foggy) was probably going to attempt to fix that, but before she did it just looked sad. And ugly.
I walked through the office door, ignoring the little sign that was Foggy’s handwriting on a scrap of paper. Kinda funny. Very Foggy.
Karen perked up at the sight of me. She was pretty. Definitely Karen’s actor (Deborah? It’s been seventeen years) from the show.
“Hi! Uh —”
Oh, yeah. She probably hasn’t had anyone walk in yet. I shook my head, “Ah, sorry. I’m Foggy’s.”
“…Foggy‘s?”
“Edie!” Foggy said, appearing out of his office like he was summoned. Edie (pronounced ee-dee, like, y’know, the start of Edith) was my adorably cute nickname as a kid that only my family clung onto. I was not a fan of it as much anymore. Edie was a little blonde girl with pigtails.
“Foggy’s,” I pointed at the man, who then smushed me in a bear hug. I patted his back. Foggy was out of the house by the time I was four, yet most of my childhood memories involve him. I think he just likes kids.
Which is good, since Candace was popping them out like crazy.
“What are you doing here!” Foggy is, in general, a very excitable man. If he was a dog he would be a labrador puppy and his tail would be going crazy.
I grimaced a little, about to break my lovable brother’s heart. I actually liked having siblings. Before I was an only child, so I wasn’t minding the whole “having a family” business.
“I’m actually here for Matt, Fog.”
“Uhm,” Foggy narrowed his eyes, “Did I miss a memo? Is Matt your beloved brother?”
“No.”
“No,” He agreed, “He is not. I am your beloved brother. Why not come see me?”
“I have a school project to do.”
“Oh? About lawyers? I’m a lawyer.”
“About disabled people.” I patted him on the shoulder, “And he's my favorite disabled person.”
“How… eloquently put.” That was Matt. He was now out of his office too. I’m surprised he didn’t jump out of a window just to escape our future conversation. He also knew I was definitely bullshitting. “You can interview me.”
I smiled at him, then remember he’s blind (can he sense smiles?) so instead I said, as cheerfully as possible, “Yay! Thank you so much, Matty!” And followed him into his office.