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Sunday, March 25th 2007

3:02 PM

LETTING GO

Imperfect Memory is now exactly that, a memory.  It is finished, archived in the BW library.  It took a lot more time and words than I ever expected when I first began, but I have to admit I'm pleased with the way it turned out. I'm glad it's behind me now and yet...it's just hard to let go of something you've lived with and put so much of yourself into for the past year.  I had a wonderful support group in the forum, for which I am so very thankful, otherwise I might be worried about the merits of all my work in AU.  My experience is that it tends to sit on the shelf after the first couple of days.  In this case, I'm afraid the length (50,000 words) will further discourage people from reading.  But there's nothing I can do about that now.  I know I did the best I could with it, so I can't be disappointed.

 

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Monday, February 26th 2007

10:06 AM

FATHERS AND DAUGHTERS... (cont.)

As the hour passed Jack did more of the talking because he could see that Sara was getting tired.  He was debating whether or not to leave when someone knocked on the door.
 
At her answer, a woman entered with a large red and white poinsettia trimmed with a silver bow.  "I don't mean to interrupt," she said, smiling, "but I promised Dana I'd deliver this personally and check on you."
 
"How pretty!  You're not interrupting. I'm glad to see someone for a change."
 
"I beg your pardon,"  said Jack. 
 
"Sorry, I didn't mean it the way it sounded. This is my dad," she said to her visitor. "Jack Richards, Joy Vinson."

He was already on his feet.  "How do you do?  Here, let me take that."
 
She smiled.  "Thank you.  Here's the card."  She handed it to Sara.
 
"Dad, you remember Dana, the girl I hired to be my assistant?  Joy is her aunt.  She works here in the hospital."
 
Jack had noted the hospital badge, but he couldn't read it without his glasses.  "Won't you sit down?"
 
"I can only stay a moment. I have to get ready for a patient."
 
"Are you a doctor?" he asked.
 
"I'm a psychologist.  I do have a doctorate but not a medical degree, and I'm actually only here two days a week."
 
"She's like Dr. Phil," Sara volunteered.
 
"Well, not exactly," she laughed.
 
"I agree, you're much prettier than he is," said Jack.
 
"And you're just as charming as I've heard."  She did have a lovely smile.  She was definitely older than Sara, though how much it was hard to say.  Most of the women he knew looked younger than their actual years.
 
Sara read the card.  "Aw, that's so sweet.  Dana didn't need to spend her money on flowers, though." 
 
"She wanted to.  She's been very concerned about you.  How are you feeling?"
 
"Tell her not to worry.  I'm fine.  With any luck I'll be out of here in a day or two."
 
"Really?"  Dr. Vinson seemed surprised.  It was news to Jack too, but Steve returned before he had time to question her.
 
"There you are -- I though maybe you got lost or something," Sara teased him.  Her eyes traveled to the bag in his hand and back to his face.  "Where's my laptop?  Please don't say you forgot it."
 
He had the hangdog expression of a guilty man when he answered. "I didn't forget it, at least not the first time, though it probably would have been better if I had.  But don't worry, I'll..."
 
She interrupted him, her eyes wide.  "Oh my gosh, what did you do?"
 
"I was loading the car, and my cell phone rang. Long story short, I backed out of the driveway and forgot the laptop was on the top of the trunk.  I'm sorry, honey."
 
"How could you forget something like that?"
 
"I was distracted and in a hurry.  I know that's no excuse but..."
 
"I don't believe it! How could you do this to me?"
 
"It's not like I did it on purpose, you know.  It was an accident!"
 
"And oh so convenient! You didn't want me working on the book now.  You as much as said so.  I had to beg you to for this one thing. It looks like you got what you wanted after all."
 
Steve's jaw clenched at her insinuation, and he answered with a stony frown. "Well, I guess you found me out. I did it on purpose to hurt you, because what's important to you doesn't matter to me in the least."  He paused for a breath.  "You did have the files backed up, right?  Tell me you did."
 
"You don't think I'm an idiot, do you?"
 
Jack had had just about enough.  "Why don't we all just calm down?"
 
"Why don't you just stay out of this for a change?" 
 
Her reply took him by surprise, and from the look on Steve's face it surprised him too.  When the import of her own words sank in during the uncomfortable silence that followed, Sara put her hands to her face and dissolved in tears. 
 
Dr. Vinson offered Jack a sympathetic smile before slipping out the door.  He followed her into the hallway.
 
"I'm sorry. I don't know what that was about."
 
"It's certainly not the laptop.  I'm sure I don't have to remind you of everything she's dealing with right now.  It's not easy to keep a good face under that kind of stress.  From what little I know of Sara, I'd guess that what just happened in there was very out of character, especially her remark to you.  Am I right?"
 
Jack nodded.  "I thought she was handling everything so well.  A little too well.  I guess I should have known.  Sara has always had a tendency to hide her pain."
 
"That can be a very lonely feeling.  Why do you suppose she does that?"
 
"She doesn't want people to worry about her.  She tells me I worry too much."
 
"Do you?"
 
"She's my only child."
 
Dr. Vinson's warm brown eyes softened.   "The two of you must be pretty close."
 
Jack smiled.  That was a little like describing Niagara as a pretty big waterfall.  Sara had been the constant in his life for the past forty-four years. "I guess you could say that."
 
"She worries about you, too."
 
"Did she tell you that?"
 
"She didn't have to. You're her only father.  It's only natural for her to want to protect you and spare you any grief, but part of her knows that may not be possible.  The emotional burden of illness is sometimes overlooked, but if we ignore it we're only treating half the patient.  I don't mean to be intrusive, but maybe it would help Sara to talk to a counselor.  I could make a recommendation if she's willing."
 
"What about you?"
 
"I'd be glad to listen as a friend, but I think it might be easier for her to open up to someone who isn't a social acquaintance.  It's not that I couldn't be objective, but she might feel more comfortable with someone else."  She glanced at her watch.  "I really do need to get back to my office, but I'll check on her later.  It was nice meeting you."
 
"Likewise. Thank you."  He shook the hand she offered in parting.    Dr. Vinson?"
 
"Yes?"
 
"You mentioned that worked here in the hospital two days a week."
 
"Wednesday and Friday."  She smiled.  "And it's not Dr. Vinson.  It's Joy."
 
He watched her walk away without realizing he was staring.
 
"Penny for your thoughts."
 
Steve's voice startled him, and the smirk on his face made him feel like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar . "I was just thinking what a nice lady she is."
 
"Mm hmm. I'm sure she has a beautiful mind, too."

Jack rolled his eyes. "That's enough, wise guy. Everything okay in there?"
 
"Yeah. Storm's over. Why don't you go in and let her say what she needs to say and then I'll drive you home."
 
Sara was still a little teary when he poked his head through the door, but she wiped her eyes and smiled when she saw him.  "Come on in. You're safe.  I'm through biting people's heads off for the day.  I was afraid you'd already left.  I wouldn't have blamed you."
 
"You know I'd never leave without saying goodbye.  Feeling better?" 
 
"I guess.  I don't know."  She shrugged, looking despondant.  "I didn't mean what I said before. I don't know why I said it.  I'm sorry."
 
"I know. It's all right, honey."
 
"No, it isn't.  The last thing I want to do is drive away the people I love."
 
"No one's going anywhere, I can promise you that.  That reminds me, though. What's this about you going home in a couple of days, or is that just wishful thinking?"
 
"It could happen."
 
"Maybe.  Just be a good girl and do what they tell you."
 
"I will if you promise you'll go home and get some rest."
 
"I'm on my way."  He leaned over the side of the bed and kissed her.  "See you tomorrow."
 
"Oh no you won't.  There's no need for you to be here every day. I mean that.  Now don't forget to call Mark about New York."
 
"You sure have gotten bossy lately, you know that?"
 
"I just don't want your life to be all about me and my problems."
 
If she only knew what little choice he had. "That's not really up to you to decide, though, is it?  You keep your fork on your own plate.  It's full enough," he reminded her gently.  "Now you get some sleep tonight.  I'll call Mark, and I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
 
"Okay,"  she replied grudgingly.  "Dad?"
 
He turned at the door. "Yeah?"
 
"I love you."
 
For a moment the years fell away, and there was the little girl who lived only for him now, and he longed to take her on his lap and kiss away her tears and fears the way he used to be able to do.  But all he could offer was a smile that he hoped was convincing.
 
"Right back at you, kiddo."
 
 
 
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Monday, February 12th 2007

9:13 AM

FATHERS AND DAUGHTERS...(cont.)

"Good," she said.  "Now let's talk about something else.  Have you heard from Laura?"
 
"As a matter of fact, she called last night," said Jack.
 
"How's the play?"
 
"It seems to be going very well, judging from the way she was gushing.  You know how she gets when she's excited about something.  She's having fun, anyway."
 
Sara smiled.  "I'm glad.  I'd love to see her in it."
 
"I'm sure she'll be willing to give you a command performance when she gets back.  By the way, she sends her love and says please don't have the baby before the 20th."
 
"I'll take that under advisement.  Hey, why don't you go to New York and surprise her?  You could on a weekend and take Mark."
 
"You wouldn't be trying to get rid of me, would you?"
 
"Of course not.  I just think you could use a little fun in your own life right now."
 
"I don't know.  This doesn't seem like a good time for a trip."
 
"It would only be for a couple of days."
 
"We'll see."
 
"I'm serious, Dad.  It would be great for you and Mark, and it would mean so much to Laura."
 
"I'll think about it."
 
"Well don't take too long.  There's not much time."
 
"Mark might not want to go."
 
"Will you stop with the excuses?  He loves New York almost as much as I do."  She  leaned back against her pillow.  "Remember when you took me?"
 
"How could I forget?  You got airsick when we took off.  I thought I was going to have to ask the pilot to turn the plane around."
 
"It was just the excitement. And it was everything I could have imagined and more -- Times Square, Radio City, Rockefeller Center, Delmonico's, not the mention the Plaza Hotel.  It must have cost you a fortune."
 
He smiled at the memory. It certainly wasn't cheap, but he wouldn't have traded their time for all the money in the world. Her wide-eyed enchantment over Gigi was something he couldn't put a price on. Thank heaven for little girls... "Worth every penny."
 
"I turned fourteen that week," she said softly, almost as if she were speaking more to herself.  "It's been thirty years and I still remember it like it was yesterday. It was the best gift you could have given me."
 
"It was really more your mother's gift to me.  She knew how much I needed to be with you."  It was their first Christmas after the divorce, and the only time the three of them didn't spend the holiday together.
 
Sara squeezed his hand.  "I want you to go and take Mark.  Do it for me, please?"
 
"You make it hard to say no when you look like that," he chided her gently.  "I'll talk to Mark and see what he says."
 
That seemed to satisfy her.  "I only wish he could have seen you on the stage.  He really has no idea how wonderful you were."
 
"You were always my favorite critic."
 
"I wasn't the only one who thought so," she reminded him.  "Do you ever miss it?"
 
"Acting?  That was another lifetime.  As good as it was to me, I certainly don't miss television."
 
"There are movies, good roles for men your age -- I hear James Garner is doing The Notebook.  That role would have been perfect for you."
 
"Honey, I'm retired.  There are things I miss, but that business isn't one of them."
 
"You miss Mavis, don't you?" 
 
He met her sympathetic eyes with a grudging smile.  "I knew I would.  After four years you get used to a person."  Mavis had surprised them all by marrying a man she met in Las Vegas and moving to Fresno.  "I'm happy for her, though.  Dan's a terrific guy."
 
"I know, and I'm happy for her too.  I'm just sorry about the timing."
 
"Like I told her, you gotta grab for the brass ring whenever it comes around."
 
"That's right," she said earnestly.  "And don't you forget it."
 
 
tbc
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Friday, February 9th 2007

1:16 PM

FATHERS AND DAUGHTERS...(cont.)

Chapter 7
 
 
If there was a world outside the hospital during the days that followed, Jack hardly noticed, even as he came and went, and all time seemed compressed into those moments he spent at Sara's bedside.  She had already been moved to isolation as a precaution when her fever began climbing again unexpectedly a few hours after she was admitted.  A stronger antibiotic was ordered which promptly made her sick, as if she wasn't already.  It took two more tries before they hit on one she could tolerate. 
 
The ordeal left her weak, but she kept her sense of humor for which Jack was grateful because it let him know she was still herself.  Back on the ward, she seemed to get a kick out of watching Steve with the nurses -- the Greg Chase fan club, she called them -- especially when he agreed to autograph a medical chart for one of them.
 
"He's not a real doctor, you know," she commented dryly.  "He just played one on TV."
 
The nurse, a bubbly redhead named Jenni, dimpled.  "I know.  It's just that my mom loved McKenzie and Chase, and she'll be so thrilled with this.  It will be the best birthday present I've ever given her. And don't worry, these are old forms we don't use anymore. I grabbed a few when they were on their way to the trash."
 
"You people should be recycling," said Sara.
 
Steve smiled. "What's your mother's name?"
 
"Hazel."
 
He scrawled a couple of lines and handed it back to her.
 
Jenni read it and smiled.  "Aw, that's so sweet.  Thank you!"  She turned to Jack.  "Would you mind?"
 
"Of course not."  He added his best wishes along with his signature.
 
"This is great! Mom is gonna freak out.  You were her favorite."
 
"Hey," said Steve, "I thought I was her favorite."
 
"Uh, sorry. My bad."  Jenni shrugged and looked sheepish as she paused at the door.  "To tell you the truth, I never really watched the show.  I thought you were Dr. McKenzie.  Bye now!"
 
Sara burst out laughing.
 
"What's so funny?"
 
"Let's see...Ralph Lauren shirt, $85.  Tag Heuer watch, $1100.  The look on your face when you realized you'd been upstaged -- priceless."
 
"It happens to the best of us," said Jack. "Even after over forty years, some people still mistake me for Pernell Roberts.  It's just life's way of keeping a man humble."
 
"I don't think I'll ever have to worry about that around here," said Steve, raising an eyebrow at Sara, who was still laughing.  "Maybe I should just leave."
 
"If that's the way you feel, maybe you should."
 
They stared at each other for a moment, unsmiling, until Sara cracked a grin.  "Will you just go?"
 
"All right, all right, I'm on my way," he said with an exaggerated sigh.  "Hold the fort, Jack.  I should be back in about an hour."
 
"You have the list, right?"
 
"In my pocket, dear.  Don't go anywhere while I'm gone." 
 
Jack observed their exchange with a smile. Laughter was good medicine. "Where is he off to?"
 
"He's getting some things from home for me."
 
"It's good to see you feeling better."
 
She returned his smile. "It's good to feel better," she said.  "You really don't have to stay, Dad. You've spent too much time here already."
 
He patted her hand.  "Where else could I have been?  Where would you have been if Mark were here?"
 
"I understand, and I hate to bring this up, but you are seventy-five years old.  You need to take care of yourself.  I need you to do that."
 
"I'm fine, sweetheart. You don't need to worry about me. I'm in good shape, better every day you get better."
 
A cloud seem to come over her, just for a moment before she pushed it away.  "I know how hard it's been for you, my being sick, and I'm sorry.  I need to tell you something.  It's nothing to get upset over, but I wanted you to know I've made a living will; in case something happens to me everyone will know my wishes.  That way there'll be no arguments because there won't be any questions."
 
He felt a chill in the room that came from his gut. "Is there something you're not telling me, Sara?"
 
"No, there isn't, I promise.  I expect to recover and be around a long time, but if the unexpected does happen, I don't want the people I love to be burdened with the kinds of decisions no one wants to have to make, especially if they can't agree. It would only add to grief."  She paused.   "I just wanted you to know, that's all. Just think of it as an insurance policy.  You might never have to redeem it, but it's there if you need it.  Okay?"
 
Her smile was tender and wise, and at that moment she reminded him so much of Liz it was hard for him to answer.  He cleared his throat. "Of course okay." 
 
 
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Wednesday, February 7th 2007

10:43 AM

FATHERS AND DAUGHTERS... (cont.)

"You're her father, and she'll always be your girl. Even I know how lucky you are to have each other." said Steve.  "But don't put her on a pedestal, because that's not fair to either one of you.  Let her be what she is. She's not a saint; she's a woman.  Not perfect, but close enough, for me anyway."
 
"Thanks for the advice," said Jack sarcastically.  "Now here's some for you. Don't hurt her."
 
"I don't intend to."
 
There was little more Jack could say, and he went home that evening with a myriad of feelings, none of them good.  Not only had his attempt at intervention failed, it may have facilitated the very thing he had tried to prevent.  In any case it was too late now.  There was no going back over the line that had already been crossed.
 
Maybe he was overreacting.  Maybe things would work out.  And maybe elephants could fly.
 
It was times like this when he felt Liz's absence so keenly.  She had a way of bringing him back to center whenever his world got off balance.  She'd put her arms around him and rein him in with the smile he couldn't resist and a few fitly spoken words. What would she say to him now?
 
Remember how it was for us in the beginning, Jack, or have you forgotten?
 
Of course he hadn't forgotten. Those memories were burned into his soul, days that were heady with discovery and sweet anticipation, their hearts pounding in their veins and the feeling that forever could not come soon enough, nor would it ever be long enough.  Nothing or no one on earth could have kept them apart.  You can't stop something that strong any more than you can freeze time.
 
Theirs had been a near perfect love, and yet the world weighed in on it and almost destroyed it.  Still, it refused to wither and die even after Liz left him for good.
 
That's the kind of love he wanted for Sara, but he wondered if it was even possible in a world where it had been reduced to an almost disposable commodity.  In truth it was the antithesis of love, a cheap imitation requiring little or no investment, making it easier to walk away when the glitter was gone.
 
Real love was hard work.  After the initial fall, it was often an uphill climb that demanded discipline, commitment and sacrifice just to hold your position sometimes.  It could be painful, tedious, even maddening, and in Jack's experience there were no happy endings, only interludes of happiness.  So why would anyone bother?  Where was the payoff?
 
Those who had climbed that mountain knew that the gold was in the interludes, those moments of absolute joy and quiet beauty, those touches of wonder that elevate life from the ordinary to the extraordinary.  It's what they remembered after all the pain was past.  And it's why Jack knew he would do it all again if he had the chance, even knowing the cost.
 
It seemed like a mighty long shot, but if Sara was willing to risk her heart for that, he couldn't in good conscience tell her it wasn't worth it.  Only time could do that.
 
 
tbc
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Monday, February 5th 2007

1:19 PM

FATHERS AND DAUGHTERS... (cont.)

Steve had been right about one thing.  Life had a way of unfolding unexpectedly, propelling you through a door you would never have opened to a place you were destined to be.  Sometimes it dragged you kicking and screaming , bestowing lessons you would never have chosen to learn because the price was so dear.  Pain was a great teacher, a respected friend once told him.  And some memories were like barbed wire.  They could snag you if you weren't careful.
 
Adding to Steve's distress was the last thing Jack intended, but he could read him well enough to know that he had, and that pained him.  In spite of their differences through the years,  in many ways Steve had been like a son to him.  From the very beginning of their relationship, there was something about "the kid" as he called him that he found endearing, an affable, roguish charm perhaps combined with the fact that he had no family of his own.  The womanizing remained a non-issue as long as it didn't interfere with work, at least until Sara entered the picture.  Though Jack stopped short of an absolute edict, he left no doubt about his concerns and wishes.  Steve's respectful response was reassuring, and things went along smoothly between them until the day he spotted a bit of tell-tale evidence in his co-star's trailer.
 
He had a sinking feeling when he picked up the sunglasses, an expensive brand he happened to know.  "Nice.  They're a little feminine, don't you think?"
 
Steve looked flustered.  "They belong to a friend.  Here, I'll take them."
 
Jack ignored his outstretched hand, focusing on the monogram instead. "SKR.  I'll see that she gets them."  He put the glasses in his shirt pocket and took a deep breath to try and control his anger. "How long has this been going on?"
 
"It's not what you're thinking..."
 
"Are you saying you're not sleeping together?"
 
"Uh...no...I can't lie to you, Jack."
 
"You can't lie to me but you had no problem with deceiving me, letting me think there was nothing between you two."   It was a struggle keeping his voice down.  "How could you?  You could have had your pick of any number of beautiful women willing to throw themselves at your feet.  Why did you have to pick her?  Was it because I asked you not to?  Did it give you a thrill to seduce my daughter right under my nose?"
 
"Okay, that's enough."  Steve's brow creased into an angry scowl. "First of all, this is not about you.  This is about Sara and me, and I happen to love her."
 
"Oh, spare me, please!  You'll be in love with her until the next one comes along, just like the others."
 
"Not this time.  This is different, I swear.  She's the one, Jack."
 
"How do you know?"
 
"How does anybody know?  I just do. I know it more every day.  Sara's the best thing that ever happened to me."
 
Steve looked so sincere, and Jack wanted so desperately to believe him.  "God help you if you're lying."
 
"I'm not."
 
Jack pulled the sunglasses from his pocket and stared at them for a moment before handing them back.  "Here.  Maybe you ought to be the one to give them to her."
 
"Thanks.  I'm sorry, Jack. I should have come and talked to you when first I realized my feelings for Sara.  I guess I've gotten into the habit of taking the easy way, but it was the wrong way. I wish I could undo it, because I want everything to be right between us for her sake."
 
"I appreciate that, but I have to be honest with you.  I'm not at all convinced you're the right man for her."
 
"Well, I'm going to do everything I can to try and change your mind.  I just hope you'll open it enough to give me the chance."
 
"You think I can't be open-minded?"
 
"I think it's hard for you to be objective where she's concerned, and sometimes...maybe you're a little naive."
 
"How so?"
 
"Well, you've made it pretty clear that you think I'm too 'experienced' for Sara, but you're forgetting that she's almost twenty two years old." 
 
"I know how old she is."
 
"My point is, she's not a little girl, and there is nothing I can teach her that she doesn't already know.  Do I need to say more?"
 
"Please don't."
 
Steve's smile seemed more from sympathy than amusement.  "You're her father, and she'll always be your girl.  Even I know how lucky you are to have each other.  But do yourself a favor and don't put her on a pedestal, because that's not fair to either one of you.  Let her be what she is. She's not a saint; she's a woman.  Not perfect, but close enough, at least for me."
 
 
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Wednesday, January 24th 2007

11:34 AM

FATHERS AND DAUGHTERS (cont.)

 
~*~
 
The news the next day was a mixed bag of good and bad.  Sara didn't have the flu or pneumonia as Jack had feared, but she did have a bacterial infection which had the the potential to be equally serious.  The good news was that it was detected early and seemed to be responding to antibiotics.  It was the drop in her blood counts, an undesirable yet not uncommon side effect of chemotherapy, that concerned them most. Not only did it put her at high risk for infection, it meant that any further cancer treatment would have to be suspended until the numbers returned to normal. In the meantime, she would remain in the hospital.
 
The oncologist, Dr. Markham, assured them it wasn't a major setback at this point. "Clinically, she's still in remission, and we're hopeful this will only be a short interruption. Of course, there's that other little interruption coming up soon, right?" 
 
"Five more weeks," Steve replied.
 
"She won't go that long. I've already talked to her obstetrician, and if baby doesn't come on her own before then, he'll induce in three.  Meanwhile, we're going to work on getting her counts up again so we can get back to business after she delivers.  If we have to, we'll just keep her here until then."
 
"She'd love that, wouldn't she?" Jack murmured.
 
"You mean you think she wouldn't?"  Dr. Markham asked dryly. "I can't imagine what she'd rather be doing."
 
"She's been working on a book for the past year," Steve explained. "She was really hoping to finish before the baby comes."
 
"Well, good for her, but first things first. She'll just have to finish it later."
 
"I understand what you're saying, and I'm not trying to argue," said Steve. "But this is very important to her right now. I think she's afraid she won't have time to finish it later."
 
Dr. Markham's abrupt manner softened.  "I promise you, we're doing everything we can to try and give her all the time she needs." 
 
Steve stared after him with a glum expression.  Jack could guess what he was thinking and tried to reassure him.  "She's going to be fine."  Maybe if he said it enough times he would believe it himself.
 
He received a small smile for his efforts.   "You wanna grab some coffee while we're waiting?" .
 
"Sure," said Jack.  "By the way, I've been meaning to ask, what do you know about the book?  Sara's been pretty closed-mouthed about it, at least around me."
 
"Same here.  All I really know is that it matters.  Maybe that's all I need to know right now."
 
"You're a good husband."
 
"Thanks, but technically I'm not a husband, not at the moment."
 
They availed themselves to courtesy coffee and doughnuts in the waiting room and sat down in a quiet corner. 
 
"Seems like we've done this before," said Jack.
 
"Yeah. No offense to your company, but it's not something I want to get used to."
 
"None taken. So, have you two set a date?"
 
Steve shook his head. "Not yet. She wants to wait until after the baby is born. There's no use pushing her. It's enough for now that she said yes."
 
"What do you think changed her mind?"
 
He shrugged. "I guess I just caught her in a weak moment. She doesn't like to admit it, but I think she needs me as much as I need her. Anyway, I told her I plan to be here whether she likes it or not."
 
"I'm glad."  Jack stared into his cup as he continued.  "You and I have come a long way over the years, haven't we?"
 
"Yeah, from good to bad to worse and back again, more than once.  I couldn't blame you for hating me sometimes."
 
"I never hated you."
 
"You just wanted to kill me."
 
"A couple of times,"  he agreed with a smirk.  "If you want to know the truth, I was afraid of you.  I knew the first time I saw you with Sara you'd be the one to take her away."
 
"Take her away? From you?"  The thought seemed to amuse him.  "I'd like to meet the man who could.  Oh, don't worry, I knew what I was getting into early on.   The fact that we went behind your back nearly killed her.  She'd rather cut off her arm than disappoint you.  You're the reason she broke up with me."
 
"Well, I'm not sure I can take all the credit for that.  To be fair, you were involved in a paternity suit at the time.  Maybe that had a little something to do with it."
 
"You know that was a farce.  That woman could have just as easily named you."
 
"Whoa, I never slept with her."
 
"Neither did I."  Steve hedged in response to Jack's upshot eyebrow.  "At least not during the time in question.  There was no way I could have been that kid's father, and she knew that.  But she sure caused me a lot of trouble."  He paused.  "You know, Jack, there was a split second when I thought maybe you put her up to it to screw me over."
 
"What?"
 
"I know, I know, it was crazy to even think, but not nearly as crazy as saying it out loud to Sara.  That's when she dumped me."
 
"So you screwed yourself over."
 
"Basically.  It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last."
 
"But you didn't stay dumped. Something kept her from being able to walk away entirely, didn't it?"
 
"True love, I suppose."
 
"Maybe. Though I thought it might have had something to do with her being pregnant."
 
Steve swallowed and sputtered. "You knew?"
 
Jack took a swig from his cup.  "I knew more than either one of you thought I did."
 
"You never said a word. Why not?"
 
"I don't know what purpose it would have served. Besides, I was hoping she would come to me.  But she didn't, and I left it alone. I figured she was a grown woman, she could make her own decisions.  She had gotten pretty good at tuning me out by then anyway."
 
"She put off telling you, not because she was afraid of what you would say but because she felt she had let you down.  After it was resolved there seemed no reason to say anything."
 
"And did you help her with the resolution?"
 
"If you think I pressured Sara into making a decision she couldn't live with, you're wrong. I told her from the start that I would support whatever choice she made, and I meant it, but I was glad when she said she planned to keep the baby.  I said let's do it, get married, the whole nine yards.  She said if we weren't right for each other before, having a baby together wasn't going to change that.  She said I was too much of a mess to be a husband and a father.  She was right, of course, but I didn't take it well at the time."
 
"So what happened?"
 
"She called me one night from a hospital.  She'd had a miscarriage. I begged her to let me come but she wouldn't even tell me where she was. My life was a media circus back then, and she didn't want any publicity.  I owed her that much.  So I didn't see her until she was home."  He paused.  "I never expected it to hit me so hard.  That's when I realized I had fallen in love with the idea of being a father, and I was on the verge of losing the only woman I wanted to be the mother of my children. I begged her to give me another chance.  Guess I caught her in a weak moment then, too."
 
"That's when you went into rehab."
 
He nodded.  "She told me to clean up my act or else."
 
"It wasn't like you hadn't heard that before."
 
"No, but I knew she'd be gone if I didn't.  I guess it sounds trite, but she probably saved my life."
 
"Give yourself a little credit.  You had a rough row to hoe, and you did it."
 
"She's the one who made me want to.  It's funny how life works sometimes, isn't it?  If Sara hadn't gotten pregnant then, it probably would've been all over between us twenty years ago, and you and I wouldn't be sitting here like this."
 
"And you'd never know what you missed."
 
"True." 
 
They sipped their lukewarm coffee in silence for the next few minutes.  Steve wasn't a person given to melancholy, but he seemed steeped in it when he spoke again.
 
"After Mark, when it looked like we weren't going to have any more, I used to think about that one.  I'm not sure why, but in my mind I always said 'she'.  I imagined a little girl with dark eyes and Sara's smile. Do you suppose having a daughter is really all that different from having a son?"
 
"I'd be tempted to say yes, but I don't have any experience to back it up.  Guess you'll have to tell me."
 
Jack regretted bringing up the subject at all.  He had no idea why he did; it just worked its way to the surface unexpectedly, like so many things that get unearthed when you start tilling the past.
 
"I wish I had known the whole story.  I understand that kind of loss and how much it hurts.  I'm sorry."
 
"Thanks."  Steve gave him a measured look before continuing.  "Jack, all these years, you thought I talked Sara into having an abortion, didn't you?  I can understand why you might think that about me, the way I was back then, but I thought you would have known Sara better than that."
 
He dropped his his head and stared at the floor. "Maybe I should have.  Maybe I just didn't want to think too much about it at all," he sighed.  "Anyway, that's water under an old bridge.  There's no reason to tell her we talked about this, is there?"
 
"None that I can see."  Steve looked at his watch and stood up.  "I think we can go in now. Ready?"
 
"You go. I'll be there in a few minutes."
 
Jack rolled his empty cup idly between his hands, feeling a pang from a forty year old wound.  He learned long ago there was no point in dwelling on what might have been, but his heart wouldn't let him forget the son that came too soon.  And he wouldn't choose to even if he could.
 
tbc
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Tuesday, January 16th 2007

8:33 PM

THINGS WE HAVE LEARNED

I hope everyone is well and staying warm.  It is cold in North Texas tonight.

I've had this poem in my head lately as I've been mulling things over with Jack, things we have learned...

I walked a mile with Pleasure; she chattered all the way, though she left me none the wiser for all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow, and not a word said she.  But oh, the things I learned that day, when Sorrow walked with me.

 

 

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Monday, January 15th 2007

8:16 AM

DDG

I found this great new picture, which I submit in support of my humble opinion that Gregory Harrison has been out of sight for too long.  I think it's high time he came back to television, don't you?

http://imdb.com/gallery/granitz/5403/Events/5403/11379931_400.jpg?path=pgallery&path_key=Harrison,%20Gregory%20(I

 

Thanks to everyone who has been reading along thus far. I didn't anticipate stretching this last story out like this -- I originally intended it to be more or less an epilogue to wrap up the series, but it seems that every time I get into Jack's head things become more complicated than I envisioned.  Life is tenuous, the future ambiguous, and the only thing written in stone is the past.  Even I'm not sure how this will end, or what dreams may come.

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Friday, January 12th 2007

5:05 PM

FATHERS AND DAUGHTERS... (cont.)

The fourth floor wasn't the obstetrics ward, so if baby wasn't coming early then the problem was with Sara.  She'd been doing so well since she left the hospital in August, as far as Jack could determine; except for being tired from the chemo she was pretty much her old self.  The doctors had been very encouraged by the way her cancer had responded to the initial treatment, and she looked good, not at all what he had envisioned.  Thanks to the pregnancy hormones, she hadn't even lost her hair.
 
Steve was watching for him when he got off the elevator.  Jack tried to read his face but he couldn't.  "How is she?"
 
"Stable right now.  This way," he said, turning down the left corrider toward the ICU. "She was having trouble breathing when I brought her but they gave her oxygen and a steroid shot and she's better. Her temperature's up, though  They said it might be from the chemo or it could be an infection,  but they won't know until they run some tests.  They've started her on antibiotics as a precaution."
 
"What about the baby?"
 
"They hooked her up to a monitor downstairs, everything checked out."
 
"So what happened?  Did she call you?"
 
"I went over this morning; we'd already planned to spend the day together.  She seemed okay, just tired.  We ordered dinner in, and afterwards she fell asleep on the couch .  She woke up with chills and fever, shaking so hard I couldn't even take her temperature.  I told her we were going to the hospital, and she didn't argue. On the way here she starting wheezing. That really scared her. Me, too."  Steve took a deep breath as they paused outside Sara's door, and his shoulders seemed to sag with the weight of the memory. "I sure didn't expect to wind up here tonight."
 
"I'll bet."  Jack regarded him with sympathy.  "But I sure am glad you were there."
 
"Yeah, well, I think I'm in the doghouse for calling you."
 
"Is that so?  We'll have to see about that," said Jack, following him into the room.
 
A nurse had just finished taking Sara's blood pressure.  "That's all for now," she assured her.  "I'll be back with another blanket for you."
 
Sara murmured her thanks, and then her eyes moved to Jack.  "Hi, Dad."  Her voice was small, her face pale.
 
"Hi, angel." Her forehead was warm where he kissed her. "How are you feeling?"
 
"Better.  Sorry to get you out of bed. I told Steve to wait until morning to call you."
 
Jack shook his head in gentle reprimand.  "At least he had the good sense not to listen.  And don't worry about getting me out of bed. I wasn't asleep. Besides, I'm right where I want to be.  I thought maybe my granddaughter had decided to make an early appearance."
 
Sara smiled and put a hand on her stomach.  "Not yet, though she never lets me forget she's on the way.  She kicks like the devil."
 
"Like mother like daughter," he grinned. 
 
"Let's hope so," said Steve, covering her hand with his.  "Honey, I'm gonna go call Mark again. I left him a message and told him I'd update him as soon as I could."
 
"I hope he's home at this hour," said Jack, remembering Mr. DeMarco's daughter and the other teenagers who never made it home.
 
"Actually, he's on a camping trip this weekend." Steve leaned over to kiss Sara.  "I'll be back in a few minutes."
 
Jack watched him leave and then turned back to Sara.  "Why don't you marry him and put him out of his misery?"
 
"We tried that once, remember?"
 
He ignored her glib reply.  "If you hurry, you may still have time before the baby is born."
 
"I had no idea you were so conventional.  Besides, you were the one who said I shouldn't marry an actor in the first place."
 
"Let's be serious for minute, can we?  Are you that stubborn, or do you really think it's better to maintain two households and shuffle this kid back and forth between them? It's obvious to everyone that he loves you and you love him, and I honestly don't understand why you're dragging your feet on this. You'll probably say it's none of my business and I suppose it isn't, but I just wish you could tell me why."
 
The smirk she had been wearing was gone, replaced by a look of tender amusement. "I can only tell you one thing, Dad."  She raised the hand with the IV attached, the left one, and wiggled the third finger.
 
He arched an eyebrow.  "Is that what I think it is?"
 
"If you think it's an engagement ring, then yes."
 
"And you just let me go on."
 
She smiled. "You were on a roll.  I didn't have the heart to stop you."
 
He smiled down at her, pleased by this new turn of events, yet troubled by the circumstances that had brought them here and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.  Cancer was a fact of their lives, and Sara still had to beat it.
 
 
tbc
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