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Re: Playing with Fire [message #517 is a reply to message #516] Mon, 23 July 2012 21:25 Go to previous messageGo to previous message
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Lena closed her carry-on bag with a smile of satisfaction. I'm sure I didn't forget a ting, she thought. I even remembered de camera Mattew gave me.

Matthew and Amelia had driven over and taken her out to dinner, "So you won't have to cook or clean up before you leave for Maine," according to her daughter-in-law. It amused the older woman, but, any time I can get a free meal, why not? And - truth be told - she enjoyed their company, which, despite living with them while recuperating from the plane crash, she felt she didn't get enough of.

They'd gone to Lena's favorite seafood restaurant, located only a few miles from her house. The food was excellent as usual, and the server, recognizing that the three adults were people he could joke with, was very entertaining. He made their meal more enjoyable then ever before, according to Lena. And when Matthew brought out a camera, the server offered to take a picture of the three of them.

Once that was done, and the server went off to take care of his other tables (and the people sitting at them), Matthew handed the camera to his mother. "I'd like you to take some pictures of the autumn foliage up there, if you have the chance. You know how Amelia's great-grandmother enjoys autumn colors, and we want to give her more photos to enjoy."

"Of course, son. I'd be glad to." Lena turned to Amelia. "How is Dora doing, honey?"

"She's slowly fading, but never complains. I don't think she's in pain; at least I don't see any signs that she is when I see her. And she still laughs and tells stories. We've all taken to recording her stories. I think they'd make a wonderful book some day."

"What a good idea! I'd like to be de first to order a copy when it's published. I've heard a few of her tales, and dey're marvelous."

Matthew laughed. "Get in line, Mother. Amelia had called Joy, and told her about this idea. Joy mentioned it to Naomi."

"So now half of Maryland at least knows about it, right?" She laughed. "I don't tink Naomi could keep a secret if her life depended on it. I tink she's going to be a gossip columnist or a journalist someday. She'll definitely not work for de World Government; dey couldn't trust her to keep tings to herself."

Soon afterwards, they took Lena back to her house, stopping only long enough to print out the picture their server had taken. Then they headed home, and Lena finished her packing and took her shower, changing into her nightclothes afterward.

She put her carry-on by the front door, amused at the fact that Jeff had insisted on having a driver pick her up, and a private jet to take her to Portland. After de crash, he insisted on doing dis, aldough I managed to talk him out of it when I went on my next trip. I'll compromise, and let him do dis once in a while. After all, it never hurts to be spoiled sometimes.

She smiled, went into her bedroom and was asleep ten minutes after getting into bed.


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