Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2012 19:18:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nurse and The Patient, Part 29

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Mark Stevens



Nurse and the Patient, Part 29



	Jonathan and Lance watched as the police officer pulled his cell
phone from a pocket of his slacks; listened as he talked with someone.
	"Janet, I need a favor. I need you to look something up for
me. Check the county records and see what you come up with concerning Sam
Thompson and Agnes Doughty. If either of them own as much as swamp land
anywhere, I want to know where. Also, check and see if anything is still
listened in Kathleen Smyth Thompson's name as well. Thanks."
	Ty ended his call. "Let's see if Janet can turn anything up"
	"If Edith is harmed in any way, I will make who ever is responsible
pay," Lance declared angrily.
	"I couldn't agree with you more," Ty said. "However, I hope you let
the police do their job. I would certainly hate for you and your step
father to share a cell together."
	"I would hate that, myself," Jon agreed.
	"I couldn't imagine what it would be like closeted in with the
bastard. I'm pretty sure one of us wouldn't make it."
	"Well hopefully things won't go to that extreme," Ty said with a
grin.
	His cell phone chose that moment to ring, and he answered it.
	"What did you find out, Janet?" he greeted.
	Jonathan and Lance watched as Ty Bennett listened to Janet tell him
what she had discovered.
	"I see. "Thanks, Janet, I owe you one."
	Ty ended his conversation and said, "Okay, nothing to report on
Sam. She didn't find anything on him we didn't already know. And
evidentially everything was transferred to Sam after your mother's death."
Ty paused for a second and then said, "However, she did come up with one
interesting fact concerning Agnes Doughty. It seems that not only does the
woman own the house where she resides, but she owns a cabin as well on
Hawkins Lake."
	"You don't say?" Jon spoke up. Turning to Lance, he said, "That
might explain why your mother suddenly wanted nothing to do with her lake
cabin any longer; not if Agnes had moved into the neighborhood as well."
	"Let's go check it out," Ty told them. "Follow me, and I don't care
how fast I drive, just try and keep up with me. Understand?"
	Both Jonathan and Lance nodded and followed him out of Edith
Baxter's house. Once they were inside their car with Lance behind the
wheel, they waited while Ty made another phone call. When he was through,
he took off down the street and Lance followed right behind him.



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	When Agnes Doughty drove pulled off the main highway a few miles
outside of town, Edith realized where the woman was taking her. The only
reason anyone ever took this particular road was if they wanted to go to
Hawkins Lake. She remained silent, waiting to see where Agnes was going to
take her.
	"It's really pretty out here this time of year, Edith. Do you know
what I like best about this time of year?"
	Before Edith could make a reply, Agnes went on, saying, "The thing
I like best is there is absolutely no one around. The lake is deserted, and
I love the peace and quiet that surrounds it. I think you will appreciate
it as well, dear lady."
	"I am not your `dear lady'," Edith assured her.
	Agnes shrugged her shoulders. "Just trying to make small talk, old
woman," she said.
	Edith didn't reply. Instead, she lay with her head back against the
head rest and closed her eyes. For the first time since Agnes had forced
herself into her home did Edith feel a bit unnerved. As she rode along
beside Agnes feeling every bump in the road, she forced herself to calm
down and try to think of a way out of her situation. Agnes kept referring
to her as "old woman", and it was true; she was a good fifteen or twenty
years older than Sam's mistress. Still, Edith prided herself on the fact
she felt she could outsmart the woman, should she set her mind to it.
	Taking her eyes off the road for a second or two, Agnes asked,
"Lots of thoughts running through your mind?"
	When Edith remained silent, she simply shrugged her shoulders and
said, "Have it your own way, Old Woman."
	A few moments later Agnes pulled off the rough road and drove
through a wide gate, the tires of her car making a crunching sound as they
traveled across little pebbles of gravel.
	Edith opened her eyes and looked around.
	"That's right, Edith, we're almost there. I don't think I ever
invited you out to the lake, now did I?" Her voice sounded harsh as she
added, "Well, considers this your personalized invite. Welcome," she said
and turned up a dusty road like trail that disappeared though a double row
of trees.
	Agnes stopped her car in front of a modest looking cabin. She shut
the car's engine off and said, "Welcome to my humble dwelling. I do hope
you will enjoy your visit. Get out, please." She padded the pocket of her
blouse. "Remember, I still have this."
	By the time Edith was standing on her feet beside the car, she was
joined by Agnes. "Let's go inside; I'm anxious to show you around."
	Edith made her way slowly up the steps to the porch of Agnes
Doughty's "humble dwelling", with Agnes following closely on her heels.
	Before either of them could make a move, the door was quickly
opened.
	"Hello, Edith. What a pleasure having you visit. It seems like ages
since we've had the chance to talk."
	As Edith looked at Sam Thompson face to face, what peace she still
had inside vanished, and was replaced with fear. She had no doubt she could
have handled Agnes, but with both of them, Agnes and Sam, well, there would
be no use trying.
	"Please, won't you come inside, Edith?" Sam invited. With his hand,
he pointed into the room behind him.
	As Edith walked silently into the cabin, followed by Agnes, Sam
Thompson asked, "Why so quiet, Edith? I thought you would enjoy a visit
from Agnes and me."
	"Have a seat," Agnes said. She motioned to a chair.
	"Yes, please, make yourself comfortable, Edith," Sam said. His tone
had such a sweet honey sound to it that Edith was suddenly sick to her
stomach.
	Edith walked slowly across the room and sat in the chair, doing as
she was told.
	"Why did you do it, Edith?" Sam asked. "Why couldn't you keep your
mouth shut? Hell, for years you remained quiet. What caused you to change
your mind?"
	"You're right, Samuel, I did keep silent for years; way too long,"
she added. "It makes me sick to think of all the years I wasted. I could
have known my grandson's love much sooner, had I had the guts to speak
out."
	"Maybe; maybe not," Sam answered. "Had you remained silent, there's
one thing you could have kept."
	When Edith didn't speak, he said, "You could have kept your life."
	Edith focused her eyes on Sam, and with a look of hatred, she said,
"I could care less what you think you can do to me, Samuel. Even though
I've had such a short time with my grandson, our time together has been a
loving one; I will go to my grave knowing I have his love and taking with
me the feeling he has for me. No one, not even you, can take that from me."
	"Is everything taken care of?" Agnes asked.
	"Yes, everything is ready. The plane is waiting, and just as soon
as we can get over there, we're leaving."
	"Good, let's get busy."
	"I've been thinking about something, Agnes," Sam said. "I think
we're going to take Edith with us."
	"On our trip?" she asked. "Are you crazy?"
	"Not crazy; just smart. If we have her with us, we will have a
better change of leaving. We'll take care of her at the end of our
trip. She won't be any use to us then. There will be plenty of time. Let's
go!"
	"Get up, Old Woman," Agnes ordered. "You heard the man; be quick
about it!"
	Edith stood to her feet, and was surprised at how weak she suddenly
felt. She took a deep breath and felt better. She would not let these two
see how frightened she actually was.
	Sam Thompson opened the door to the cabin and told Edith to walk
outside on the porch.
	"Get her in the car, Sam" Agnes said. "I'll take care of things in
here."
	"Go," Sam ordered Edith as he pointed to Agnes' car. "I'm warning
you; don't try anything."
	When she reached the car, Edith stepped to the side and allowed Sam
to open the car door for her. "Get inside," he directed.
	Edith was sitting in the front passenger side with Sam beside her
behind the wheel when they were joined by Agnes. "Everything's taken care
of. Let's get the hell out of here, Sam!"



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	Trailing as close behind Ty Bennett's car as he dared, Lance kept
his eyes focused on the road. Ty was not letting any grass grow beneath the
tires of his car, and it took everything Lance had to keep up with the
man. When Ty turned off the highway onto the bumpy road leading to the
lake, both vehicles were forced to slow down. Even then, Jonathan thought
his insides were going to be knocked from him.
	Ty soon left the bumpy road and drove through the entrance of
Hawkins Lake. When he made a sharp turn and drove between a row of trees,
Lance said, "This is the road our cabin was on."
	He followed Ty down the dusty road and brought his car to a stop
along side the police officer's vehicle.
	Jonathan cried out, "Oh, my God!"
	He and Lance jumped from their car and joined Ty.
	"Is this Agnes's cabin?" Lance asked, fear in his voice.
	Ty looked at the cabin. Flames were leaping out the roof and
through the heat shattered glass. "It is," he said.
	"We've got to get inside," Lance cried. He ran up the steps of the
burning structure.
	"Lance, wait," Jonathan called.
	In a flash he was with Lance on the porch.
	"Lance, you can't"
	"I've got to try, Jon," Lance said softly. "I have to," he
repeated.
	Jonathan looked into his lover's eyes, and knew he was right. He
had to try and save his grandmother. They both did."
	Just as Lance put his hand against the hot wooden door, Ty's cell
phone rang, causing him to pause for a moment.
	As the two men stood on the porch, they listened to the police
offer's conversation.
	"Hold on a second, Tom"
	Removing the telephone from his ear, Ty said, "Don't go in
there. Your grandmother's not in that burning building, Lance."
	He put the phone back to his hear once more. "Now, tell me," he
said.
	Ty Bennett was quiet for a moment or two. Finally he ended his
conversation and said, "We have Sam Thompson."
	"What about my grandmother?"
	Ty didn't speak for a moment, causing both men to hold their
breath.
	"What about her?" Lance cried. "Is she all right?"
	"Leave your car here, Lance. I want you guys with me."
	"Where are we going?" Jonathan asked.
	"To the hospital."
	"What the hell has happened to Edith?"
	"She's been in"
	"I'll kill the son of a bitch," Lance declared, interrupting Ty.
	"Let's go," Ty said."



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	On the same land Smyth Oil Company was located was a runway Sam
Thompson had put in a few years back. About that time there was a need, or
at lease he thought there had been, to purchase an airplane for the company
to use for business trips. The plane was kept in a hanger on company
property, always ready for the company's use.
	When Edith saw where they were headed, she had no doubt it was the
company plane the two of them had been referring to.
	Sam was driving like crazy, and in fact, was only a few minutes
away from the plane when Agnes said, "Sam, there's a police car behind us!"
	Sam looked in his rear view mirror. "Damn!" he said.
	Both Edith and Agnes were thrown back into their seats as Sam
pressed down harder on the accelerator and the car leaped forward with a
sense of greater power.
	"What the hell are you trying to do, Sam? You can't out run them."
	"Watch me."
	The car pushed even harder as Sam pulled out all the car's engine
had to offer.
	"Sam, you're going to get us killed!" Agnes cried out from the back
seat.
	Like a crazy man, Sam remained silent, his eyes focused on the road
in front of him.
	In the seat beside Sam, Edith suddenly turned and faced the back
seat. "Well, Agnes, it looks as if I won't die alone; appears you will be
taking the trip with me."
	There was a gleam in Edith Baxter's eyes that burned right through
Agnes Doughty.
	She reached over the seat and made a lunge for the wheel. She tired
to force him to the side of the road, and when she did, Sam tried to stop
her. His strength being greater, the car's tires gave a loud squeal, and
with a sudden tremor, went flying on its side, skidding about three hundred
yards before coming to a complete stop. Splinters of glass were everywhere,
and when the two policemen ran up to the vehicle and looked inside, they
saw absolutely no sign of life.
	"Call 911," one of them cried out.




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	Ty Bennett drove like a mad man himself and was soon pulling into
the hospital parking lot.
	"Hurry up!" he ordered.
	Jonathan and Lance remained silent and followed him through a heavy
swinging door. Once inside, he led them down a hallway that eventually
ended where a glassed in office was located and spoke to the woman sitting
behind the desk.
	"There was an accident. We're trying to find out where a woman by
the name of Edith Baxter was taken."
	The woman looked behind him. "Are you family?" she asked the two
men.
	"She's our grandmother," Lance answered.
	The woman looked at Ty, and when he nodded, she said, "Go down the
hall. She's in the second room on your left."
	Jonathan and Lance followed Ty, and when he reached the door, he
said, "You two wait out here; let me go in first."
	Lance moved to follow the policeman and Jon reached out with his
hand. Pulling him back, he said, "Wait. Please," he added softly.
	Ty walked inside the room, disappearing from sight. For Lance and
Jon, it seemed like an eternity before he rejoined them in the hall.
	"Listen to me Lance; your grandmother is going to be all right. She
has a broken arm, and several broken ribs, but she's a tough lady; she's
going to be all right."
	Lance hurried into the room, followed by Jonathan. They found Edith
already on a hospital bed. Her arm was covered with a hard plaster cast.
	She formed a smile on her face. "My boys," she said softly.
	Lance placed a hand on her left arm; it was her right that had been
broken during the accident.
	"I am so sorry, Grandmother," Lance said. A sob escaped him, and
his voice broke.
	For just a moment Edith regained some of her usual spunk. She said,
"Now, tell me, just what do you have to be sorry about, dear boy?"
	Jonathan, always the nurse, stepped forward. "We can talk about
this later," he said. "For now, you need your rest. Grandmother."
	"I am so"
	Edith stopped talking and pressed her good hand to her side. "It
hurts," she said quietly.
	A nurse came into the room.
	"Why, hello, Jonathan," she greeted. "It's been a long time," she
said sitting a tray down on the table beside Edith's bed.
	"Hey, Lucy," he greeted.
	The nurse turned toward Edith Baxter and said, "I don't know how
you know this guy, but, let me tell you, if he's going to nurse you back to
health, you will be in excellent hands."
	"Trust me, I know," Lance spoke up. "He certainly got me back on my
feet. Literally," he added.
	The nurse recognized Lance. She asked, "You're Lance Thompson,
aren't you? I remember now, that Jonathan was taking a leave from the
hospital to be your nurse. You're right, he has certainly done an excellent
job," she added with a grin.
	"These boys are my grandsons." Edith spoke up.
	Lucy turned and faced her patient. "Well, I've come to move you to
a room, Miss Baxter."
	"You mean to say I'm not going home?"
	Everyone in the room heard the disappointment in her voice.
	"I'm afraid not today," Lucy told her. "The doctor wants to keep
you over night."
	"Is everything all right?" Lance asked.
	"Her arm, while not very convenient, it being her right one, will
be fine. The doctor chose to use a hard plaster cast, rather than soft, due
to her age. He is, however, concerned about her ribs, and wants to monitor
those for a day or so. Hey, let us take care of you," she smiled. "Give
these two a little vacation first."
	Edith looked sharply at Lance. "I want you to remember something,
young man; when I leave this place, I will be going to my home. Do you
understand?"
	"Yes, Grandmother," he said meekly.
	Edith let her eyes settle on her grandson's face. "I love when you
call me that name. When you both do," she added, taking Jonathan in with a
glance as well.
	"Get use to it, then," Jonathan told her. "You're going to be
hearing that name a lot during the next one hundred years."



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	Edith ended up spending the next two days in the hospital. The
afternoon she was released, Lance picked her up by himself.
	"Where is Jonathan?" she asked seeing that he was alone.
	"He's at home waiting for you."
	A look of determination suddenly appeared on her face. "Lance, we
talked about this. Remember? I told you I would be going home to my
house. Did I not?"
	"Yes, you did, Grandmother. Very adamantly, I might add."
	"All right, enough said."
	"Can I say something?"
	"Of course," she said, her voice becoming all sweet sounding once
again.
	"We're going to take you home. First, however, can't we at least
throw you a little party?"
	"What sort of party?"
	"We want to treat you to a home cooked meal first. In fact, we've
planned quite a party in your honor."
	"Have you, now?" Her eyes twinkled as she spoke the words.
	Lance nodded. "Yes, we have. Jon's mother, Lois will be there, and
so will Tony Miller."
	"Tony Miller? Why in the world would you invite him?"
	"Because, Grandmother, he was the one who got the ball
rolling. Because of a daring move on his part, Sam is where he is; behind
bars where he belongs."
	"But he replaced you," she pointed out.
	"No, he was hired by Sam to work for the company. I was already
gone. Tony had nothing to do with my leaving. You, of all people, should
realize that, Grandmother."
	She smiled at him tenderly. "Did I tell you how much I enjoy
hearing you call me that name?"
	"You did. I think I told you I would be calling you that name for
along time, did I not?"
	"You did."
	A nurse came into the room. "Are you ready to go home, Miss
Baxter?"
	Giving Lance a smile, she said, "I am more than ready."
	"Then, let's go, Grandmother."



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	At home, Jonathan, his mother, Lois, as well as Tony Miller, was
waiting for the arrival of Lance and his grandmother. When they heard the
front door open, they stood in the hall way and greeted them.
	"Welcome home," all three called out.
	Edith turned and faced her grandson. "Now didn't I tell you I"
	"Yes, Grandmother; about a hundred times," he added. "Please," he
said turning to face the welcoming committee, "do not refer to this place
as her home. God knows, she's told me many times, and quite strongly, I
might add, where she calls home"
	Edith smiled warmly at Jonathan. "Besides," she said, "the two of
you don't need an old woman like me to fuss over. And, I do have my own
home," she added.
	Jonathan stepped forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Yes,
you do," he said. "And, trust me, later on, we will take you there. For
now, however, can't you just relax and enjoy your party?"
	"I can do that," she assured him.
	Edith slowly made her way over to Lois Davis. "Lois, it's been a
while since we've seen each other. Thank you so much for coming."
	"I wouldn't have missed it for the world, Edith; even though my son
almost forgot to invite me, I almost did miss it."
	"I see you're still a pain in the ass, Mom." Jonathan grinned at
his mother.
	"We'll talk about this later," she told her son, pretending to
scowl at him. "Right now, this lady needs a chair. Can you at least see to
that?"
	"God, Mom, how I've missed you."
	"I never thought I would ever hear my son say those words."
	"You two behave," Lance told them.
	Edith looked at Tony Miller. "Mr. Miller, isn't it?"
	The man nodded. "Please, Tony," he told her.
	She appeared to be looking at him rather closely. Then she smiled
and said, "Then, Tony it is."
	Jonathan, with the help of his mother, had put together a delicious
meal, and with it soon on the table, they sat down and enjoyed the fruits
of their labor. By the time the evening was over, Edith was more than ready
to go to her own home and sleep in her bed.
	"Hospitals are good when you're sick, but I think I'm more than
ready to go home."
	Lois and Tony told the woman goodnight and soon left. Once it was
just the three of them, Edith turned to Lance and said, "Now, everybody is
gone, and I do thank you for my coming home party. However, I am ready for
bed. My bed," she added.
	"I hear you loud and clear," Lance said with a grin. "All right,
we'll take you home."




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      The days that followed developed into a happy pattern for both
Jonathan and Lance. Most days they would drop in on Edith, and even though
she protested quite loudly, they would do things for her around the house;
so many things she could not do for herself until her body had mended. For
them it was a happy time as they pampered the woman they both had come to
love so much.
      While Edith was still in the hospital, Ty had pulled them both to the
side and informed them that Agnes Doughty had not survived the automobile
crash. When she had tried to force Sam to pull off the road, she was thrown
through the windshield and most likely never knew what hit her.
      That left Sam to face his sins all by himself. Because he had been
out on bond when he forced Edith into the car, he was taken straight to
jail with no offer of a bond this time. He was left to himself until the
wheels of the court moved and was ready for him.
      One morning a couple of weeks later Jonathan and Lance were enjoying
a late breakfast, as well as a somewhat heated discussion.
      "I can't understand why you are so upset, Babe," Jonathan said. "I
just think it's time for me to get back to work. You definitely don't need
a nurse any longer, and your grandmother is very much on the mend; so,
there is absolutely nothing around here for me to do."
      "I've been thinking about something," Lance said. "I'd like to run an
idea by you."
      "I'm listening."
      Before Lance could speak what was on his mind the doorbell rang. When
he opened the door, he was met by Ty Bennett.
      "Come in, Ty," he said.
      "Hey, what brings you out this way?" Jonathan said. He stood and
shook Ty's hand.
      "I just had some news I thought I would share with you guys."
      "Have a seat. Care for some coffee?"
	Jonathan handed the man a cup, and he joined them at the kitchen
table.
	"I'm probably jumping the gun here since this is a legal
matter. However, I wanted to be the one to tell you about it." He took a
sip from his cup. "Glenn Maxwell will be calling you shortly, I'm pretty
sure. In the mean time, however, I will feel you in on some
things. Everything Sam Thompson tried to steal from the company has been
recovered. Rather, what he had done with it has been found. There's no way
to recover what he's already done away with, but everything he's stock
piled over the years, well, that has been recovered, and will be returned
to the company very shortly."
	"I'm glad to hear that, Ty," Jonathan said.
	"So am I." Ty looked at Lance. "I believe Glenn is putting together
some information for you, Lance, and he will be in touch with you fairly
soon."
	"I am just glad Sam has finally got what he's had coming to him,"
Lance declared.
	Ty finished his coffee and stood to his feet. "I hate to drink and
run, but duty calls. I can assure you, by the time the DA gets through with
that man, he's not going to know what hit him."
	After Ty left, Jonathan turned to his lover and said, "Okay, what
were you saying just before Ty arrived?"
	"I've been thinking about something, Jon. How would you like coming
to work for the company?"
	Jonathan didn't know what to say. Finally he asked, "Doing what?"
	"We do not have an onsite clinic. With the number of employees we
have, I think it would be a good idea to have one. And I know from personal
experience, you're a hell of a good nurse."
	Jonathan shook his head. "I'm not so sure. Would there be much for
me to do? After all, how often does an employee need the assistance of a
nurse?"
	"Hear me out, okay? There would be more to do than just nursing
employees back to health."
	"Such as?"
	"I've been reading up on different business organizations. Believe
me, there is all kinds of things you can do; all sorts of workshops you can
hold; teach people proper lifting, sitting, standing techniques."
	When Jonathan remained silent, Lance said, "Just promise to think
about it, okay?"
	Jonathan smiled and promised he would give it some thought.
	"Hell, if you miss your work at the hospital, I'm sure they would
let you work a couple days a week. Not only would it help them out, but it
would keep you in touch with medical changes and updates."
	"Now I like that idea."
	"I do come up with a good one now and then."
	"I would have to agree with that."
	"Here's an idea for you. How about coming to bed so I can fuck your
brains out?"
	"I would love that, but have you forgotten; we're supposed to take
your grandmother to the doctor this afternoon."
	"Damn, I forgot." Lance gave him a silly grin. "What can I say?
You're so fucking hot I can't concentrate on anything but your sexy body
when I `m around you."
	"Yeah, yeah; you're a crock of shit."
	Lance pulled his lower lip down and pretended to pout.
	"Do I need to remind you we'll be back here later this afternoon?
I'm sure something can get worked in, and everyone will be happy."
	"Okay, I hear you. Let's go check on the old woman."
	"Is that any way to talk about your grandmother?"
	"She loves it when I get rough with her."
	"Yeah, well, whatever."



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	Another two months passed, and Samuel Thompson found himself on the
way to prison. His charges included embezzlement, using force with a weapon
against Edith Baxter, as well as threatening to end her life. And what
surprised everybody was another charge. Sam was also charged and found
guilty of the murder of Agnes Doughty. With Edith's testimony saying she
had tried to force him to pull the car over, and he had refused, the court
decided a third charge could and would be against him. When all was said
and done, Samuel Thompson was sentenced to fifty years in prison."
	As they were leaving court, Glenn Maxwell told them, "What that
really means is Sam will have to serve at least eighty per cent of his
time, no matter how good a behavior he displays while locked up."
	"So, eighty per cent of fifty years is"
	"Close to forty years," Glenn supplied.
	"Which means he won't see day light ever again," Lance remarked.
	"Do I detect a hint of satisfaction in your voice?" Jonathan asked.
	"I would love to say `hell yes!' For some reason, though, I feel
sorry for the man. He's had a miserable life."
	"As everyone around him," Glenn added quietly.
	"Glenn's right, Lance."
	When they reached the sidewalk, Glenn said, "I understand you're
going to work for Smyth Oil. Congratulations," he said giving Jonathan a
hand shake.
	"Thanks, I appreciate that," Jonathan told him. "At Lance's
suggestion, I plan on working a couple days a week at the hospital. I'm
still not certain there will a lot for me to do at the new job."
	"And I keep telling him he'll have his ass worked off," Lance said
with a grin.
	Glenn smiled and gave Lance a hand shake as well. "I'm sure you
will. Well, guys, I guess my work here is finished. I'm really glad things
worked out for you, Lance. I hope you and Jonathan will be very happy."
	Jonathan reached over and pulled Lance to him. "We plan on spending
the rest of our lives making each other happy; not to mention loving the
best grandmother in the world."
	"Don't forget your mother," Lance reminded him.
	"How can I? Hell, she never lets me forget who she is."
	Glenn laughed and they said their goodbyes. The lawyer left his
office, and Jonathan and Lance left to give Edith Baxter their news.


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	"Serves the bastard right," the old woman declared. "He has finally
got his just due." Then she gave Lance a tender look and asked, "Are you
okay, baby boy?"
	"I'm fine, Grandmother," he assured her.
	The old woman looked over her glasses at both men and said, "You
two had better take damned good care of each other; do you hear me?"
	Jonathan reached over and picked up Lance's hand. "I will take very
good care of him, Grandmother, and that's a promise."
	Lance reached over and picked up his grandmothers hand. "And I
promise to take care of you both," he said softly.
	"Aren't we the lucky ones, Jon?" she asked quietly.
	"We are," Jonathan said softly.


The End This last chapter is dedicated to all of my loyal fans that have
stood by me, even when many months passed between new chapters. You are the
best people on earth, and I will be forever grateful to you all. I love you
guys!

Mark