Tune in with Turner

              Felicity woke up early and slid out of bed, moving Oliver’s arm gently from around her.  She glanced at the clock five o’clock, she would need the time.  Felicity wanted to cook a special breakfast for Oliver and William.  He knew how to cook because of his time on the island, he had to learn or starve.  Felicity never knew how to cook.  Her mother didn’t really cook, she would just bring in something on her way home from work.   Raisa had given her lessons, and even with her guidance, she still struggled.  Raisa would laugh at her and  one day  Felicity just sat down and cried that it was hopeless.  Raisa give her a  hug and told her that Oliver loved  her whether she could cook or not, and that she if he didn’t appreciate her efforts, she would give her boy a talking too!  Raisa had  practically raised Oliver.  She had  always been  honest ...

                        “Felicity, what’s all this?” “Oliver, I thought we should get some new Christmas decorations for the apartment, but I have my side equally represented,” she said holding  up the Menorah, “and, I think William might enjoy the dreidel game.”   Oliver looked at her with such love that it he always found it hard to deny her anything. “Don’t you mean Holiday, “he said smiling, but added, “I don’t know, Felicity with everything hanging over our heads, and the team…” “Driven away,” finished Diggle who had just walked in to the lair.  Oliver glared at him and pursed  his lips together in annoyance  and gave that sigh  he always  does.  “I had thought so too, Oliver, until I talked to Mom and she said that William always looked forward to Christmas, which we should really call it since William  probably  doesn’t know anything at all abou...