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Frank C. Senia
This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all
names, characters, businesses, places, events, and inci-dents in this
book are the product of the author's imagination or used
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I
frequently get flashbacks to my childhood, vague
memories of times spent with Dad focusing on his
abuse and loathing of me. I continually see him coming
home from work and passing out on the living room sofa. He
would blend into the dark brown couch when covered with dirt.
When Dad would yell and physically abuse Mom, she did
not raise her voice. Instead, she always apologized to him. But for
what? He was the one causing all the turmoil. Mom was a timid
person also, who hid in his shadows, frail and weak. Maybe a part
of me loathed Mom for being so pathetic and not standing up for
herself. When Dad would pass out on the couch, I would sit and
stare at him, wishing I could destroy him, perhaps even kill him.
This vision still passes through my mind many times each day. I
hated my father for many reasons.
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wake up to the sun shining directly in my eyes, blinded
for a moment by the brightness. Squinting, I turn my
head to all sides, desperate to find a clock. There's one
on the wall to my left: 6 am sharp. On my right is an enormous
window with its gray drapes drawn open, allowing the merciless
sunlight to flood in. I'm in a motel. But where?
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overcast day. How did I arrive here? I reach for a water bottle from
the minibar and down it, eight ounces gone in four swallows. As I
sit in the gray armchair, I put my hands on my head. I've got to
remember something. Think, think, think…
revenge? I could shoot him with a gun or stab him with a kitchen
knife, or hit him on the head with a hammer. They all sounded
workable, but how would I get away with it? Besides, I had no gun.
Then I would have had blood on myself and in the house. My
actions would incriminate me. I would be the cops' number one
suspect.
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my inner voice said, "Go for it, drown the son of a bitch." With
that, I pushed Dad over the edge and into the tub. The water level
rose over the top of the bathtub onto the floor. I saw his eyes open,
startled. I quickly reached into the tub, pushing his head under the
water level with all my strength and holding it there below. He was
awake now! His arms started thrashing around as he panicked for
his life. I used my anger to push harder and harder, holding him
down. All I could see were bubbles and water splashing
everywhere. Dad tried to gasp for air but ended up gulping down
the bathwater. The moment felt like it would never end. My heart
was pounding, feeling like it would explode from my chest.
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oday, at fifty years of age, I am again looking at the
ceiling in my motel room, gradually regain some
blurry visions from yesterday morning as they
come into focus. I remember waking in my small, sleek one-
bedroom condo to the sound of morning traffic outside my
window. I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling. I've got to get ready for
work, but I can't bring myself to do so today. I have had enough,
my spirit fragmented, no motivation, no will to live. Why am I
working an unfulfilling job to pay alimony and child support to my
ex-wife, Kay? Why? "The court ordered me to do so." Fuck, this
has to stop!
like a fool and still do. I carry this anger deep inside me. During
our twenty years of marriage, I had failed her. But why?
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after high school and went off to college in Texas to study, leaving
Mom was hard for both of us. The look of sadness when I
departed, and the hug she gave me, remain in my mind and heart
today. It's been about twenty years since I have returned to see her.
The pain I put her through weighs heavily on my heart, so I avoid
her. Not out of anger but out of guilt.
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over me. I need answers to these questions. Come on, Tom, think.
Okay, I gulped one bottle at the gas station. I may have downed the
entire bottle in one go. The gas station is just a few miles away
from my workplace. Did I show up to work drunk, or did I not
show up at all? I notice my cell phone on the car floor mat next to
the bottles. That will hold answers! I browse through the recent
calls made and see if I made any to my work yesterday morning.
But what did I say? I find a voicemail from this morning. It's from
Nancy, our receptionist.
"Accounting office."
"Nancy, I'm sorry. Things got a bit out of control, but I left
a message."
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"Nancy, I'm sorry. Can you please delete that message and
tell him I'm very ill and will be out for several days? Tell him I will
call him personally tomorrow."
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ne thing at a time. First, breakfast. I head
downstairs to the Best Western's lounge for my
complimentary breakfast. But when I reach the
lobby, it's empty. I ask the front desk person if they serve
breakfast. "Yes, from seven to nine," she cheerfully replies. Great.
Sensing my disappointment, she adds, "There‟s a Denny‟s across
the street.” Well, I guess that‟s where I will eat! My headache does
not back down as I walk in the crippling heat to Denny‟s
restaurant. I decide to listen to my body‟s advice and eat light.
Denny‟s an American institution in my eyes! Perfect! I‟ll have my
usual breakfast there—pancakes and eggs with sausage and hot tea.
My mouth waters and my stomach rumbles as I walk in to be
seated.
I noticed the line at the door was growing. There were now
about a dozen people waiting to be seated.
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“Could I join you? I‟m in a rush, and they say I‟ll have to
wait thirty minutes for a table.”
I looked into her piercing green eyes and could see that she
possessed charisma and charm. I thought she would look gorgeous
with some red lipstick.
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I replied, “Anytime.”
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expect this Phoenix weather,” I say rather sheepishly.
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“Oh, you‟ll get used to it. Your first time here in the
summer?”
“Yes!”
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women here
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chair vacant at each device, and people are just sitting and feeding
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the iron monsters their money, pushing buttons and pulling down
bars. To my right, I see a sizeable fancy bar area with ladies
walking around and serving drinks in skimpy, sexy outfits. What
should I do, try to gamble, or head to the bar? I head to the bar, sit
and order a vodka tonic and watch the customers enjoy losing their
hard-earned money. They must have it, or they could not spend it,
was my feeling. I have my second drink for the road before
departing the luxury casino. At once, realizing only several hours
ago, I set a goal to give up drinking and just had two drinks at the
casino bar.
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one too. Judy pulls a folder from her purse and takes out some
papers.
comes.
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down on the pillow, cross my arms over my face, and mull over
my actions. After a few moments, I walk to the minibar
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refrigerator, open the door and take out two little bottles of vodka.
Swallow them in a flash. I lay back on the comfortable motel bed
again, staring up at the ceiling, and visualize myself looking down
at Dad, gasping for air in the bathtub. Images of this horrendous
deed will not go away. I feel myself levitating above the living
room, looking down at Dad passed out on the sofa.
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surroundings, I know I‟m making all the right decisions. Close to
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“We are going for a hike!” she sings. Oh, shit, dressed in
sandals, and it‟s ninety degrees out! Zoey doesn‟t care. She grabs
two bottles of water from the cooler in the backseat. We get out of
the car.
“You better keep up, or I‟ll leave you behind,” she jokes.
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“Could be.”
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some clothes, jeans, and tops she liked, so in we went! She tried on
several items and picked a few she liked. I had seen no one this
happy in a long, long time over something so simple as an outfit!
She must be a shopper. It was approaching dinnertime, and my feet
ached. I was tired, and the temperature was warm, and I felt dirty
from the hills‟ red dust.
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Zoey heads straight for the minibar, takes out two small
bottles of vodka, and sits on the bed. She takes a swig. I do the
same.
“That‟s better.”
She smiles and places her firm, shapely legs on the bed to
brush off some dust. My heart beats fast. She stands up, drops her
shorts, and pulls her top off over her head. She is standing there,
butt naked. Then she strolls into the bathroom like this is no big
deal. Wow. I haven‟t seen a woman naked in actual life since my
divorce years ago. Kay shut me off sexually the second time I
pushed her around at our home. Telling me, “You will never lay a
hand on me again.” From that time on, she did not allow me to
touch her.
I hear the water running, and Zoey shouts, “Come join me!”
other like kids. The excitement builds. I feel myself slipping into
her warm and wet vagina. Within seconds I feel myself climax, and
it is over. I lay on her, disappointed. Zoey realizes what happened.
Zoey sleepily sat up in bed. I saw her long, flowing red hair
run down her shoulders and neck. Her large pink nipples are
swelling up. I try to look away but make a double-take. I walked
over to the window and opened it to let the fresh desert air blow
into the room. What a beautiful woman, I thought again. I slip on
my dusty clothes from yesterday as Zoey is getting ready in the
bathroom. I went to grab a bite to eat in the motel breakfast lounge,
and my head was still throbbing from the drinking last night. While
I was sitting, quietly snacking on some eggs and cereal, in walks
Zoey, looking spectacular, her long red hair neatly combed. She
had makeup on—some seductive eye shadow and red lipstick! She
was wearing her new clothes that revealed her lovely, model-like
figure.
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Zoey, “I have not been with a woman for almost two years, and the
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ver to my clothes and pick out something for my
meeting with Judy tonight. I can‟t think straight,
but I am excited. At the restaurant, I see Judy
standing at the entrance, grinning. It must be good news, I guess?
We are seated at a booth, and the server takes our orders. Judy asks
to have a glass of white wine. Oh, there definitely must be good
news! So, I order one as well. Judy pulls a folder from her purse
and takes out some papers saying, “You‟re going to love this!”
“First, they accepted your purchase price of $500,000. Second,
they want to know if you would like to rent the house until it closes
in sixty days?” Tom, you can move in as a tenant in the next few
days after the sellers remove their furniture.
I see her big brown eyes well up, and I reach forward and
touch the top of her hand.
We enjoy our long, lovely meal and part ways at 9:30. Judy
will complete the deal, and all I have to do is wait happily.
However, I stop at the motel bar upon arriving for a nightcap or
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two for the evening. I talk with Alberto, the bartender, about much
I am enjoying Phoenix, and he offers a word of advice.
“Be careful, my friend. When the sun gets in your eyes, bad
things happen.”
they? I get ready for the day and head down for my complimentary
Best Western breakfast.
A few seconds later, the man comes on. “Tom! Where the
hell are you? It‟s been three days!” I explain that I have been
suffering from depression lately and need to change my life. I tell
him I‟m in Phoenix and plan on settling down here.
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That was easier than I thought. Great, two calls down, two
more to go. I will call Kelly, probably get the same reply as Kay.
Oh, well. For now, my next call is to Paul, the real estate agent
who helped me buy my San Francisco condo. Paul reassures me he
will handle everything. He has a moving company that can pack
and transport all my belongings. Paul will have my condo cleaned
up once everything is moved out and put the unit up for sale. He
promises I can get $500,000 for it. Boy, am I lucky! I have great
real estate agents on both sides. Thanks to technology, the
paperwork will be done over the internet on my laptop. Everything
works out smoothly. I should learn to worry less!
Next up, I call Zoey. I tell her I made all my dreaded calls,
she says, “Good, come and join my brother and me for lunch
today.”
I was not expecting this fucking lecture; this guy must have
suffered brain damage.
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Back at the motel, I get ready for bed. I keep thinking about
how close I got today with Judy to get laid. Man, I love Phoenix!
But serious ones soon replaced my happy thoughts. I open the
minibar and remove a bottle of vodka. I down the first while
munching on some potato chips. Thinking, I need to tip the
housekeeper. She is constantly refilling my minibar. While lying
on my motel room bed, I am out of control with the room spinning.
I see myself holding Dad‟s head beneath the water and him
gasping for air. That is one ugly sight. Suddenly it finally occurred
to me after all these years. I am no better than Dad with alcohol,
and I drink too much.
I thank her for this sweet gesture and open the brown bag to
find a large bottle of Patrón Silver tequila! Wow, Judy went all out.
She picks up the tequila in one hand, takes my hand in the other,
and leads me to the patio. Judy jokes about moving in with me and
all the things we would do around the pool. I secretly wish she
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would move in with me. Maybe she wasn‟t joking? Only time will
tell. Man, her perfume is intoxicating, and I finally ask her what it
is. “You‟ll find out!” she replies coyly. Oh, I can‟t wait! We both
take a swig of the Patrón and smile.
She walks in, but immediately her mood sours when she
sees the „friend‟ is another attractive woman. Judy reciprocates the
look. My head throbs. I‟m buzzed from the Patrón.
“I did.”
Zoey turns to me. “So, Tom, did you enjoy our date yester-
day?”
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I felt anger toward Zoey for her uninvited visit. And I feel
the tension building between Judy and me, all because of Zoey!
Argh! I want Zoey to go. As I continue to drink, I feel the anger
growing in my gut as it used to with my father. I remember when I
sat staring at my dad, wishing him dead and gone. I want Zoey
gone so I can have Judy for myself.
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“Hello? Hello?”
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large glass of apple juice, some eggs, and a coffee and try to
retrace my steps. What happened last night? I realize my cell phone
is in my pants pocket. It will hold the answers! I check the
outgoing messages and calls.
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My cell
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“Tom, I thought you were a nice guy, but last night you
proved to be a total shit! You showed your true colors.”
“Oh, you want to know? I‟ll tell you!” She angrily spits out
that I was nasty and violent, loudly pushing myself onto her and
Judy. I treated them like I hired them as lesbian prostitutes and
forced them to kiss each other, but they refused. “You threatened
to abuse us both and scared us to death! We both grabbed our bags
and made a run for it when I passed out on the sofa. You are crazy
and out of control, Tom. This friendship is on unstable ground.”
She hangs up, and her words fuel my anger! I sink onto the
sofa and hang my head low. I hit myself on the forehead. What a
fuckup I am! Is there any way to make this right? I take a swig of
vodka straight from the bottle. You shot yourself in the foot, Tom.
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“I need this drink to help me,” I say out loud to no one but
the empty room. Walking unstable out the front door, holding the
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“No,” I plead.
How fast my life has taken a turn to shit and into the
dumpster. Just yesterday, my head was screaming how everything
is going so well, now this. I create my own fucked- up destiny.
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Zoey will surprise me with her choice of hiking location. Well, that
went okay. She sounds friendly again, and boy, do I have a smooth
way. Lost one to Judy, win one with Zoey, my glass is still half-
full. That evening in my living room, still sparsely furnished, I lay
on my sofa and fall off to sleep from the exhaustion of the last day
and night.
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I quickly reply, “No, I just have not had the time or desire
to become involved.”
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e must be a hundred feet up with masses of rock
below. I look around and do not see other
hikers. I thought this is the perfect opportunity
to eliminate Zoey from my life, but why do it? My mind says,
“Yes, do it, do it!” I am overwhelmed with the urge to push Zoey
off this ledge. I gingerly put my arm around her waist and run my
hand up her back to between her shoulder blades—the perfect
position for a good shove. My heart races as I feel her body heat on
my palm. I count to myself. One… two…
“Me too!”
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“Tom, the other night at your home, when you were out of
control, you kept mentioning your dad. What happened to him?”
“You spoke of being sorry for what you did, and you never
really hated him, just his actions.”
We find a large rock with a view and sit. I kiss her again,
feeling my manhood expanding with desire intensifying to escape
my shorts. I tell Zoey I am becoming very aroused. She replies,
“You are not the only one.” I reach into her pants pleasurably,
finding her panties are moist. As I rub her clitoris from outside her
panties, she slivers her hand down my shorts to grab my enlarged
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Now, this should mark the end of our exchange, but I panic
and start to ramble on about some bullshit story.
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Oh, fuck, what now? Things are not going well for me!
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I explain that I‟m in jail for a DUI offense and won‟t close
on the house. With two arrest violations against me, it will be hard
to find work. So, I want to cancel the purchase and terminate the
lease. Judy explains that I will lose my $10,000 deposit for the
purchase and my $2,000 security deposit on the lease. Fuck, that‟s
an enormous amount of money for me to lose. Guess I dug myself
into this hole again. There‟s nothing I can do now but terminate the
lease. So, I ask Judy to bring me the papers so I can sign whatever
she needs.
Sulking, I have lost the two women in my life the last few
weeks over my stupidity. Ugh, this aggravating bitch. I should
have just pushed her off the cliff that day! No, Tom. Calm down.
You‟re a toxic person to all you come in contact with. I thought it
was just my father who was a terrible drunk. Guess the apple
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doesn‟t fall far from the tree. Now I am a full-time jailbird. I spend
my days watching TV, playing cards, and occasionally chatting
with a fellow inmate. I get three shit meals a day and not even a
lick of liquor. Perhaps because of this, I feel my mind clearing up
and my body feeling healthy. However, I get sudden cravings for
alcohol, and they are unbearable. I wind up lying in my jailhouse
cot and sweating them out, and then I am notified that I have a
visitor. It must be Judy, with the paperwork for the house. I am
escorted to the visitor area to wait. At least I get to see her
gorgeous face one last time, I think happily. My happiness soon
escalates as the lady walking toward me comes into focus.
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I smile.
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Around midday, I check all the online job sites and find
plenty of opportunities in my accounting field. I apply to each one.
Fingers crossed, something works out. A few hours later, while
puttering about the house, my cell phone rings. It‟s a job interview!
A certain Mr. Quackenbush Accounting Firm wants to meet me at
two o‟clock this afternoon. Wow, that was fast. And best of all, the
office is only ten minutes away in downtown Scottsdale. I share the
good and get cracking with interview prep. I have to nail this
interview! God, I could do with a drink. No, Tom! Remember what
all this is hanging on. At 2 pm on the dot, I‟m in the Accounting
office. Business must be booming here because I see many
employees. The receptionist asks me to wait while she gets Mr.
Quackenbush. To myself, I say, “This receptionist is a fashion
model. She is attractive and sexy. I hope I get this job so that I can
look at her.”
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working out again. It must be that Phoenix sun. God, I wish I had a
drink to celebrate all this. No, Tom, no. I stop at a men‟s boutique
on the way home to pick up some new work clothes, slacks, and
shirts. When I get home, I break the good news to Zoey. Now, I
have two things to conquer tomorrow, a new job in the morning
and the evening of my first AA meeting. Part nervous, part excited.
I am praying I can handle this load without a drink. However, I
have to.
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I replied, “Great!”
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Candy had that excellent firm rounded butt, strong and well-shaped
muscular legs, and exceptional breasts.
“Tom, you need to decide what you‟re doing and what your
plan is for this house.” I sit down at the table with the phone
speaker on and dial his number. He greets me with, “Tom, where
the hell have you been? I have a contract for your condo purchase,
and he wants to close in a few weeks.”
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After the meeting, I walk out to my car with great pride and
accomplishment. I start the motor and see the red gas light come
on, low fuel. Guess I will stop and fill her up. I find a gas station
on the way home. It‟s dark, and I‟m about fifteen minutes from
home. I better hurry. I walk inside to prepay for the fuel. There‟s
no one here except one young cashier and me. I see a counter full
of alcohol behind them. Saying to myself, “Tom, you deserve a
treat for how well your program is going. You‟ve gone weeks with
no alcohol. If you can do four weeks, you can start another week
quickly.” My internal monologue doesn‟t stop. I feel myself going
mad. Yes? No. Yes? No. I pay the clerk for the gas and hurry back
to the car with a bottle of vodka in hand. No one will know. I sit in
my car, staring out the front window, thinking of Zoey. What if she
catches me? I‟ll lose her. I can‟t handle that. I place the bottle on
the passenger seat and stare at this mistress of temptation. My body
yearns for the sweet serenity of alcohol. Beads of sweat roll down
and drip from my forehead.
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I
hear the sounds of sirens, see the flashing lights and
blurred faces speaking as my eyes open slowly. I‟m
feeling pain all over my body, then someone holding
my leg and arm as I try not to scream in anguish. They move me
from the ground to a stretcher. I feel pain in my lower left ribs. I
am overcome with agony as they lift and roll me into an
ambulance. The attendant is administering an IV into my arm. My
surroundings go dark, overcome with suffering. I occasionally
open my eyes and hear the sound of sirens getting louder and feel
the vehicle moving swiftly. Someone is wrapping my leg, my arm,
and my ribs. I concede to the pain and doze off.
“What happened?”
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insurance, my bones are mending—all positives!
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Stewart left.
Judy says, “Are you kidding me? Tom, find your way home
if you can do that without a bottle.”
The next several days pass quickly, with the usual blood
test, blood pressure test, wound care, and physical therapy. The
pain medications work wonders, and I‟m doing well.
medication, I fall asleep. The last image I see is Zoey, face. What a
beautiful way to dose off.
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need help with? Maria rattles off a list of tasks: breakfast, laundry,
cleaning, bathing, cooking, shopping. While sitting at the table,
eating my eggs and toast, I ask her if she can go to the market and
pick up the items I need. Her reply is a quick yes. I make a list
from butter to milk, including a bottle of vodka, and then hand her
my credit card. She will leave shortly. I‟ve found an alternative
way to get alcohol. I‟m back in the game.
Maria cleans my room and makes the bed. I see her lift my
container of pills from the nightstand and look at the label:
oxycodone. She places them back on the nightstand and finishes
her duties. She asks if I need anything else from the market,
looking over the list.
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I see myself driving with Maria and her poppa, taking the
one-hour drive to town on the old dirt road. It is exciting,
especially when he stops for tacos to have a bite to eat. What is
going on in my head? Is it oxycodone? I am going with Maria and
her poppa into the city and seeing the large hotels with grand
swimming pools is thrilling. Along the waterfront, there are many
boats and tourists, even cruise ships. Maria says I know I want to
work at a hotel one day and wear a fancy coat as my poppa does. I
will quit my job I will move back to Mexico.
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haven‟t visited her in almost twenty years. Where has the time
gone? Why do I shut her out of my life?
I know, but I won‟t tell him. I spend the day thinking about
how I should see Mom. Perhaps I can talk with her about that
tragic day. She‟s a person I can trust. Now I feel guilty for
avoiding her for many years. Mom is in her mid-seventies now and
still lives in the same house. I make myself a promise that when
healed, I will make the trip to see her. I owe it to her and myself. I
spend the rest of the day and night in thought about my life. What a
super fuck -up.
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Mom. When the forbidden question arises about how Dad passed, I
say he died in an alcoholic accident again. Doctor Stewart stops
and looks straight into my eyes, saying to my dismay, “You have a
lot of your dad‟s characteristics.” I did not want to hear that!
“Now, that discomforts me bad, Do I?” He tells me he‟ll sign my
release, but I have to attend a session with him once a week at his
office. I agree to be released tomorrow. In the afternoon, Zoey
comes to visit, and I fill her in on my medical counseling. She
celebrates it as a tremendous first step and agrees to pick me up
tomorrow and take me back home. Thank God I have Zoey. She‟s
like a wife to me.
The next several days are very peaceful and pleasant. I rest
while Zoey cooks and reads. We speak a lot about the future. I like
where this is going. Now I am sleeping in my master bedroom, and
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she sleeps in the guest room. It‟s nice to know she‟s there for me. I
feel safe and not lonely. Things went on like this for two weeks.
Rest, eat, and try to heal up. My healing was sitting in the sun by
the pool with a cold non-alcoholic drink.
As I exit the vehicle, I see the front door open, and there‟s
Mom, frail and almost unrecognizable, with long white hair and an
aging face. She is seventy-five now and holding onto a walker. Her
smile, voice, and warmth, though, are the same—why have I not
come to see her before? My guilt sets in. I walk up to give her a
kiss and an enormous hug, immediately feeling the love and
peacefulness from when I was a child. I enter nervously to see the
same old furniture from thirty-plus years ago, including the couch
Dad would sit on to pass out. I sit in my former chair and watch
Mom sit on the couch. She lingers and tells me how good it is to
see me and, of course, asks about the two casts on my body. I tell
Mom; I was in an accident and realized how much I had missed
her, and that is why I‟ve made the trip. But the truth is I have a
different plan. She asks about Kay and Kelly. I tell her I moved to
Phoenix, and they will come to visit in the future, and I am now
working there, starting a new life. She‟s happy for me. Mom
makes my favorite lunch as if I‟m a kid again: meatloaf, mashed
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and vegetables. How can I resist? As we sit and talk, I decide to get
straight to the point.
“Well—”
“I‟m astonished.”
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During the ride home from the airport, the shuttle driver
asks many questions, “Did you visit family or friends back east?”
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I quickly reply, “My mom.”
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rriving home, I see from a distance Zoey waiting
at the front door. She steps out to the walkway,
runs up to greet me with a big hug and a kiss on
the lips, a loving, warm greeting. The sight of my new home with
its desert landscaping, modern design, light colors gives me a
special thrill after leaving back east and the Brooklyn City area
with old brick homes containing small dark rooms and outdated
1940s post-war architecture and telling Zoey that seeing Mom has
changed my life and perspective.
“Zoey, I love you and will work hard to make things right
with us. Our new lives will be so much better now.”
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Zoey ends the conversation with, “He seems to live well for
a guy that does not work.”
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The next day, Jack shows up about noon with some soft
drinks and chips. We sit on the patio and exchange life stories. Jack
asks me about my days in college and if I drank back then. Telling
him, “Constantly, undoubtedly fifty percent of my time, I could not
make it through a class without drinking. I was born with the gift to
understand, and using math led me to become an accountant. With
that math gift, I could get a scholarship at the university. In my
third year attending, I met Kay, my ex-wife, in one of my classes.
She needed some math tutoring, and I volunteered to help her,
mainly because I was attracted to her. Later we were lovers and
then engaged and married several years later. We both worked on
our careers, me in accounting and Kay in teaching for almost
fifteen years. Kay wanted us to have a child as she approached her
late thirties, deciding it would have to be now before her age
prohibited childbirth. We both were pleased with the decision.
When she became pregnant, we moved to San Francisco from
Dallas, Texas, as I started a new job at a large accounting firm as a
manager again. My drinking increased with the pressure of a new
position, and Kay stops working.
Kay almost lost the baby several times and required bed
rest and care to bring the child to term. It was a challenging year. I
drank covertly, consuming at least a bottle of vodka a day and
holding it well at work. The vodka was my Valium. When arriving
home, the more I drank, the more the fighting and tension grew
between us. When Kelly was born, holding her was a delight. The
adventure, the feeling of love, was overpowering. “This was my
little girl, Kelly.”
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Looking out over our pool, I start to squint, and I reach for
my sunglasses. Jack asked why I started drinking in high school.
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you have to hit bottom and want to help yourself. Are you there
yet?”
Jack said, “That is why I am here. If you feel that way, call
me, okay?”
At this moment, all I can do is accept the help and enjoy the
company. The week passes quickly. Waiting for my hospital
appointment, I feel Zoey becoming impatient with me several
times as she says, “When the hell are you getting the cast
removed?”
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god, for being free of these containments. When we arrive home
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that afternoon, Zoey fixes me a warm bubble bath. I slide into the
tub and feel my body relax and free up. As I sit in the tub, she
brings me a glass of seven-up. My mind drifts off to having some
vodka in it!
The next morning, after Zoey left for her store, being bored,
I saw Mr. Quackenbush and see if I could get my job back again at
the accounting firm I drive over. I still have a little limp, but my
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The group sits down again. The familiar story of falling off
the wagon comes from one regular. Who had a sixty-day chip and
is now giving it up for a number one again? The two hours passed;
we walk out quickly. Jack tells me, “This Candy obsession will
only lead to no good and affect my relationship with Zoey. Get her
out of your mind.” He impresses.
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His advice was, “Fill your thoughts with Zoey, forget about
the drinking.”
I started the car and drove straight home, and went to bed.
Falling asleep was difficult, my mind racing. Why was this
obsession so powerful with Zoey right next to me in bed? At my
next AA meeting, I told the group what I had done but did not
mention names or locations. They all advised me to drop it and
move on. Jack said, “If she is that gorgeous, go look in the mirror.”
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I grab the car keys, and drive to the local market, and
purchased a vodka bottle. Knowing full well, this was not a good
move. I place the bottle in a white plastic bag on the passenger
seat, unopened. Again, I drive to Candy‟s apartment complex and
parked on the street out front, feeling the guilt like a sexual
predator. Why am I looking for punishment and confusion in my
life again? While sitting inside the dark car holding the unopened
bottle, sweat started dripping from my face. I could feel the drops
running down the sides of my face onto my chin and dripping off
like raindrops. Taking a few deep breaths, I put the bottle under my
seat, started the engine, and drive home. When parking in the
garage, I looked around and found a secure hiding place for my
bottle friend, still uno-pened—quietly entering the house and
heading for the sofa. A relief, not being caught. I fall asleep on the
couch.
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After work, I made sure Candy had left before I went home.
Dinner was ready, we ate. Zoey kissed me, knowing I had to leave
in an hour for my AA meeting.
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wearing jeans and a red flannel shirt. Heading up north on I-17,
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about two hours into my ride, I‟m entering the high country with
large clusters of Ponderosa pine trees. The elevation is high, some
six thousand feet, the air is crisp and clean air.
The decision was simply to make a turn right and enjoy the
beauty of the back roads and the tall pine tree scents. Driving
several miles along the picturesque road, I came across a lone deer
standing on the side of the road, looking straight at me with big,
scared eyes. I had never encountered this kind of situation before.
In the past, driving in Texas, the deer would run off quickly into
the woods. But this time was different. The doe just stood there and
looked at me sadly as I slowly drove past it.
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I sit on a large rock and look out at the view and enjoy the
silence. Beautiful. A calmness is setting in, a feeling of
contentment and peace came over me. How good it felt not to have
distractions. Sitting for about an hour, I put my head back on the
rock with the intense sun bright in my eyes as I close them, hearing
the winds blowing through the tall trees. I see myself lying on this
big rock, a vision of myself levitating above and looking down. I
see myself in the hospital bed. Is that me? Suddenly I hear
someone talking in my ear.
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sit and cuddle with her on the sofa—not going to sit outside
Candy‟s apartment tonight.
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n the drive up, Zoey fills me in on her Uncle Pete
and his wife, Mary. They sound like a stimulating
couple in their seventies. As a kid, Zoey would
love to go up to the farm with her mom, ride the horses, milk the
cows, pick the eggs and play. She says, “I am sure things have
changed over the last twenty years, as we do.” When we pulled off
the highway in Flagstaff, it was a winding and dirt road heading to
the farm. As we approach, I had my window open and could smell
the farm animals. Horses and cows have a unique aroma. “They
stink!” About a quarter-mile in front of us, Zoey yells out, “there is
the farm.” I say, “It looks like a farmhouse.” Approaching, we see
both Uncle Pete and Mary standing on the wood porch waiting to
greet us. It became quite a reunion, lots of hugs and kisses, you
look lovely and how you have grown into a beautiful woman. The
ladies were all smiles, and Uncle Pete looked like he could not care
less. We all sit on the porch. Mary brings out some ice tea, and the
conversation begins. How is this person? Your brother, your mom,
etc? About an hour into the conversation, Pete says, “You want to
know what happened to me this morning?”
I say, “What?”
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After our chicken lunch, we take our coffee out to the front,
sit on the porch to enjoy the afternoon. The chickens expect a
sunny afternoon and make lots of noise. Their dog, Max, is running
in the yard. Mary says, we love the country, and we enjoy the
serenity of life here. Finally, their dog, Max, tires of running. He is
an old dog of ten years, a golden retriever, overweight like the rest
of us. Max comes and lies on the porch in his favorite spot next to
the steps and Pete. He puts his head down on the porch and falls
asleep in a flash. Zoey and I look over at Mary and Pete, seeing
they are falling into their afternoon nap. Zoey and I quietly stand
from our chairs and decide to check the chicken coop and look for
any eggs, as she did when she was a kid. Max hears me moving
and walks with us down to the chicken coop. I open the coop door,
walk-in, join the dozen-plus Road Island Reds, and check their
nests. Gathering a dozen or so eggs and reach for the old bucket.
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I tell Pete and Mary, “This bucket just saved my life.” They
laugh nonstop for what seemed like a minute. Thinking I made up
a story. Mary now convinces Zoey to spend the night and have
dinner at the house. I recognize this would happen from the time
Zoey suggested taking an overnight bag. As this conversation goes
on, Pete is trying to keep his eyes open. Zoey asked me if it is okay
to spend the night. “I say why not!” Both Zoey and Mary go into
the kitchen to decide what to make for the evening meal. They
decide on baked chicken, potato, greens—sound good to me.
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people today”? At 6 pm sharp, we both are called inside for supper.
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I will tell you the food was out of this world, and I do not
have time to have a fancy home-cooked meal like this often. I do
not remember how many hot biscuits I ate. After dinner, we sit on
the porch; Mary brings out hot apple pie from the apples she
picked this morning, delicious. At 9 pm, Pete and Mary say
goodnight and head off to bed, so Zoey and I retreat to the guest
room, turn on the TV, and start falling asleep for the night.
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can I hang on this time before I ejaculate? She rolls over on top of
me and places my erect manhood deep in her, and I do not want to
let her down again. My thoughts turn to the farm and the horse and
cow shit for several brief moments. Ultimately, I could not hold
back from climaxing, and this session lasted several minutes. Zoey
kisses me and says, “You are improving.” A step in the right
direction! We say goodnight. Putting my left arm around her, I
turned to my side and gripped her tight to pull her close.
“Fifteen thousand.”
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Bring it to him and tell him it is the last time. I am going back to
sleep.”
I hand him the bag, telling him there are twenty thousand
dollars in the bag.
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She gives me, I love you and stay out of trouble closing and
good-by. I arrive a half-hour early, seeing Jack out front and sit
next to him. He asked me about my weekend, and I tell him how
well everything went with Zoey, her Uncle Pete, and aunt Mary
describing the excellent food and fun at the farm. Not once that
weekend at the farm did I think of Candy or alcohol. Jack says,
maybe you should buy a farm or getaway cabin for the weekends
to get out of town. I replied, with what money? Jack says, “Tom,
you should talk to Zoey. She is loaded.”
She found someone else, and they went off and married.
Zoey gets to the point, saying, “Stewart, why don‟t you go out and
find another woman,” he says, “there is no other to take her place.”
You are a good-looking guy, and you have money. There must be a
thousand women in Phoenix that would love to be with you. I tell
Stewart that whatever we speak of will be confidential between the
two of us from now on. He agrees and says, let‟s have lunch on
Thursday at Antonio‟s. If you recall, that is his favorite place. We
agree to meet at noon on Thursday.
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He says, “Gambling.”
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“I am sorry for my recklessness and that I have spent time in jail
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for ten days early this month.” Next, I hear, “Richards, and your
sentence will be one-year probation and any subsequent alcohol
offenses, you will spend one year in jail, understood?” I reply
quickly, “Yes, your honor” What a relief. Now I am given more
reason to stop drinking. I shake my attorney‟s hand, give him a big
thank you, and head home.
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been like a daughter to Mary. Let‟s celebrate, have lunch and walk
the property looking for a spot you would love”.
After lunch, we all take a stroll around the land. Mary takes
us to a place about five, six-hundred feet from the main house.
There are many ponderosa pines and white birch trees in a cluster.
She points and says, “There.” Zoey and I look up. The large tall
pines trees provide considerable shade, and the vast dark blue sky
looks beautiful. Zoey says. I love white birch trees. I remember
trying to climb these trees when I was a kid, and Mary also
remembered saying, “How many times did you fall?”
Pete says, “Let‟s go back to the house and see how we can
get this fucker built. I have the right two guys that can produce it
within a few weeks, Floyd and Montgomery. They worked on my
farm. Let‟s give those bastards a call. Pete picks up his cell phone,
being a man of few words. When his friend answers, he demands,
“get the hell over here and move your ass.”
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Sitting at the kitchen table, Kelly tells me that Mom has this
strange boyfriend she cannot stand. He keeps making passes and
Kelly and always looking at her strangely. She feels very
uncomfortable around him, and he is living with Mom. She told
Kelly (Mom) about him, but Kay said if you don‟t like him, go
stay with your dad. So here she is. I hug her. Zoey says, “Kelly,
and you are welcome to stay here as long as you like.” I was
surprised and pleased that the two of them hit it off so well.
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I
called Stewart to meet for lunch, and he said, “You
know where we can meet Friday? Alberto‟s at noon.”
Zoey says she will call Mom and the gallery to see if any
heard from him? She calls me back as I sit in my car in the casino
parking lot, with no sighting of Stewart. I then call Jack and inform
him, and Jack says he knows a place Stewart would go and will
check it out along with his apartment. He will call me in an hour.
He answers, “Yes.”
I feel relieved!
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Jack continues, “But he is dead.”
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Jack replies, “Be with her when you tell her. Stewart‟s
death is going to hit her hard, and she will need you.”
I tell her Jack is there waiting for the police. I‟m sure
someone will notify us momentarily. Jack calls and tells me the
coroner took the body back to the morgue to investigate the cause
of death. Zoey felt she would be the best candidate to tell her mom
of this horrible tragedy. We all meet at Alexia‟s house.
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“It looks like he did not take his own life. The coroner
found he had a needle mark on the left side of his neck. Stewart
was right-handed. It would be difficult to inject his left side with
his right hand. The point of the needle entry showed it came from
the back of his neck.”
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decided. Zoey and her mom went to complete the service
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Hug, hug, hug, and Aunt Mary says, we are both so sorry to
hear about your brother. Meantime, Kelly is standing to the side.
Zoey says to Aunt Mary, “I want you to meet Tom‟s daughter,
Kelly. She is staying with us for a while”.
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Zoey, Uncle Pete, and I sit on the front porch until we get
the call that lunch is ready, and the three of us walk back to the
kitchen to the smell of delicious food. Kelly has found her seat
next to aunt Mary. I look at both, and they bonded quickly. Mary
says, “Tell us about your mom.”
Kelly rattles off age, school, and how much she loves Zoey
and Phoenix. A smile comes over all our faces. Mary says, “I have
to tell you all. I feel like my prayer has been answered. I have my
Zoey, my new daughter, and now I have Kelly, my new
granddaughter. I am so happy I have the family I have always
wanted.”
Pete talks about the cabin. “After lunch, we will show you
your new home up here.”
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Mary says, “I can‟t wait to show Kelly the farm and all the
livestock.”
Uncle Pete blurts out, “Let‟s go look at the damn place al-
ready.”
Kelly runs and jumps on the sofa and says, “This is ours?”
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We all sit in the new living room, and Pete asks, “How do
you like it?”
Pete gets up and opens the back door, and he has fenced a
small area, “In case you guys want to get a dog.”
Mary and Pete take Kelly for a tour of the land, barn, and
corral. I sit on our new front porch, thinking to myself. My life has
never been this complete and happy. All these rewards, love, and
happiness just because I stopped drinking six months ago. I love
my new job and my fellow employees. They respect me instead of
avoiding me. I love my Zoey, and she is loving, compassionate,
and just too good for me. My daughter wants to be with me instead
of hating me. I must have stepped in the right shit! I am so grateful
that a tear flows from my eye. What a great family and friends I
have now. For a moment, I think of Stewart, sad he is gone.
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I get tongue-tied.
Zoey says, “Let‟s leave Pete and Mary alone for the night
and go down to our place.” We do. The three of us sit in front of
the fireplace at our cabin on the floor. Kelly keeps raving about
how much she loves the country up here and the cool air. Kelly
says, “she does not want to go back and live with Mom, loves the
Phoenix house, the school, and now the farm.” Then Zoey tells us
some stories about when she was a kid and what she would do up
here at that time.
Into her room, I run, look out the window, and see a cow
walking around the cabin. I say, “Kelly, you now have to get used
to the sound of livestock and the smell.” We all fall off to sleep.
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After eating, we all help Mary clear the table, and then the
family heads down to the barn and corral to watch Kelly mount a
horse. Uncle Pete is very patient with his animals, and he shows
Kelly how to walk a horse by its lead rope. Kelly looked scared to
death, but she was doing it. Next came mounting a saddle on the
horse. Kelly could hardly lift the saddle and reach high enough to
place it on the horse. Pete helped her. Uncle Pete helped Kelly sit
in the saddle, and she was delighted with her progress. Zoey gives
us all the signal time to pack up and head back to Phoenix. Again,
we thank both Mary and Pete and tell them we will be back next
week, hop in the car, drive home. All of us in great moods and
excited about the new adventures to come.
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we can all discuss this peacefully. Kay slams the phone down. I tell
Zoey what is going on, and she becomes angry, saying, “I will talk
to that bitch.”
When Kelly arrived home from school, Zoey had her call
Kay and tell her the details of life here in Phoenix and Flagstaff.
Zoey heard the conversation, and Kelly was quite convincing.
Kelly told her mom she would not come back home until Kay
threw her boyfriend out of the apartment. Kelly told her mom
about the groping, the strange looks, how uncomfortable she felt
around him. She felt like he would come into her room and rape
her. Therefore, she had to sleep with her bedroom door locked.
would ask Zoey to marry me. Would she be kind enough to help
me pick out a ring at the jeweler's nearby? She smiled and said,
“Of course, Tom, but you will have to invite me to the wedding.”
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me?” and open the box.
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I know it was not the most romantic proposal, but that is all
I have. Zoey cries and hugs me with a “Yes, yes.” She says, “The
ring is beautiful.” I am feeling like one lucky son of a bitch.
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forty years to achieve. Arriving home that evening, I tell Zoey all
the exciting events from work and AA that transpired.
Next stop the bar, and I receive the same responses there as
well. He would sit by himself and drink quietly and leave.
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I say, “Great.”
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Zoey says she had called Aunt Mary and Uncle Pete today.
They agreed it would be fine. Zoey plans on a small group of
people, twenty-five or thirty. Kelly suggests, “We can make it a
country wedding with haystacks and flowers. We can all wear farm
and county clothes.”
Zoey asks whom I want to invite. I tell her Jack and friend,
Alberto and wife, Marvin, my attorney and wife, and Candy and
her date, my boss Mr. Quackenbush and his wife, and Judy and
friend. Zoey asked, “Why Candy?”
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Mary has us all seated around the table and getting ready to
say grace. Tonight she starts with a, “Thank you, Lord, for having
Tom join our family. May Zoey, Tom, and Kelly have a wonderful
life together. A special thank you for giving me a granddaughter,
amen.”
Wedding day starts with the call of the roaster from the
chicken coop as I open my eyes. When I first arrived in Phoenix in
the motel, I think back to when I got there, not knowing how, and
the hangover from drinking. Today I know where I am and have a
clear head. Kelly calls from her room, “Daddy, are you up?”
I answer, “Yes.”
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mental blackouts less than a year ago. Now I will have a wife in
several hours, two homes, my daughter living with me, a job I
enjoy, and friends and family. What I am most gratified about, in a
few months, I will receive my one-year Alcoholics Anonymous
chip.
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After the ceremony, all head to the food and drinks table,
with Mary‟s friend serving many dishes. Including barbequed
steaks, ribs, chicken and shrimp, baked potatoes, vegetables, and
biscuits. It was a real western jamboree. We danced and joked and
had a great time. Zoey‟s mom came up to me, handed me a sealed
envelope, and requested that I not open it until Zoey was alone
with me this evening.
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Kelly gave me a big hug and kiss and said, “I love you,
Daddy.”
As the sun starts to go down and the air turns brisk, most of
the guests start to head back to their cars to depart for the two-hour
ride back home. The five of us sit on our front porch to rest. Aunt
Mary takes her shoes off, Uncle Pete unbuttons his pants, Zoey
puts her head on my shoulder, and Kelly hugs Max. Who could ask
for a more lovely day? Mary‟s friends clean up the area and the
massive pile of dishes in the upper farmhouse kitchen. Mary says
we are now one official family.
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I look at Zoey and say, “Are you kidding me? Mom must
be thrilled for us, and now she must accept me. How great is that?”
I don‟t make that much money in a year as an accountant.
Kelly hears us, runs over, saying, “We are rich, plus the art
gallery ownership. We are millionaires.” Kelly is jumping up and
down like a thirteen-year-old would do when excited.
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unlike reliable Jack‟s behavior the past year. He was always the
rock for Stewart and me.
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Zoey does not know the truth about my past and dad. She
was holding me and trying to calm me down; I am feeling like a
kid again when Mom would soothe me after one of Dad‟s
frightening outbursts. Zoey tells me we should go up to the cabin
this coming weekend, where it is peaceful. It would be good to get
away from all these distractions and stress, I agree.
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I ask what we should do? I tell Kelly I want her to stay, but
I don‟t want Kay going crazy on me. Kelly states she is going to be
fourteen years of age, she can decide for herself. I am building up
anxiety, having work, AA, the Stewart, and Jack issue, now my ex-
wife and dealing with her anger again.
That caught her off guard and deflated the balloon a bit.
Stopping for a second to catch her breath, Alexia comes out with,
“I want you to know I do not want to hear the name Jack or that
you two are helping him after what he did to your brother. I will
disown you both.”
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oey says, “Mom, we understand. Tom and I have
already talked about this.”
Next topic.
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Pete replies, “I was not, just the past damn forty years,
before that, I worked the for the utility company until we both
turned thirty-five.” “For fifteen years, we lived a fast and stressful
life and saved all we can. How fast the time went.”
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electric line to repair; the fucking wind snapped the line. A 50,000-
watts struck me, jolted me off the ladder, fell to the street. I woke
up in an ambulance with a broken ankle. That year I was laid up
for three months.
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corral to watch Kelly ride a horse. For her, it was like a kid
learning to drive a car. Instruction time, Pete instructs Kelly to take
the rope-lead to bring the horse to the fence where the saddles are
resting. Step one is completed.
It won‟t cost you guys a penny, and the farm will be your
inheritance from both of us. Just find me a nice fucking place
under a cool tree to bury us, and come down and visit once in a
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while.” Zoey said with a tear in her eye, “I hope that day does not
come, but if it does, we are here for you.” Mary speaks out, let‟s
have some cake, and we do. Kelly comes and sits next to me and
asks, “is Uncle Pete dying?” There is silence on the porch
momentarily as the girls walk into the kitchen. No one knows what
to say, just dead silence.
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never a happy person. He likes to sit in the hot bathtub while drunk
and soak some oil and grease off from work. One night he must
have blacked out and slid underwater and drowned. I found him
and called the police.” “Mom loved him despite his behavior, why
I don‟t know.” “I often wonder what kind of childhood my father
had? He never spoke of his past. I know as a young man he was in
the Korean war. I know he resented me for as long as I could
remember until his death”. “How did your mom take his death?”
“She missed him deeply” Were you and Mom close, “We
were of a time until I went off to college, then we lost touch.”
Mary said, “How sad.” Mary says how happy she is now that Zoey
found someone respectful to love.
the aircraft first with her walker. She is out quickly. Zoey identifies
her with a smile from ear to ear, like a child on her first pony ride.
They greet with a hug and hello, hugs and kisses. Off to pick up
her bags at the luggage carousel to start their drive to the house. On
the way, Mom talked continuously about how new everything was
and how wonderful it was to meet Zoey. What a beautiful woman
she is, and Kelly, her granddaughter, a work of art. I am happy
they got to meet.
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Mom comes walking in, and it looks like she is wearing the
same house-coat from forty years ago, the style and color. She sits
at the table to join us in conversation and eating. Again, she looks
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at me and says, “I can‟t get over how much you look like your
dad.” I am ready to stand up and strangle her, trying to control my
emotions. I remember Dad and his dark, dead-looking eyes under
bushy, black eyebrows, lips stained from the tobacco, skinning
sick-looking body. “How can I possibly look like Dad, the most
disgusting person I have ever known?” I guess through Mom‟s
eyes. I was him. That morning while getting ready for work, I look
in the mirror while shaving and saying to myself, “No way.” I see
myself as a good-looking, tall, well-built guy, clean-shaven, and a
handsome devil. So do Zoey, Kelly, and every woman I have met. I
am trying to control myself from the anger I feel towards Mom.
Suddenly, I think to myself as I arrive at the office, “Could it be I
hated Mom also?”
The elevator door opens, and there is Candy with all her
beauty. I say good morning. She looks at me and says, „Tom, are
you all right you looked wiped out” I tell her I had a stormy night
and head to my desk. I skipped a meeting the other night and
looked forward to returning to the group, sharing my feeling, and
asking for help. That evening after work, I head straight to the AA
center. Sure miss old Jack waiting for me at the entrance. After the
usual introductions and opening, I tell the group I feel I need a
sponsor again. I tell them about Mom‟s visit and how she causes
anxiety in my life just being around her. I explain what happened
the other evening when I purchased the alcohol bottle and then
disposed of its contents. I ask for help, and I feel my defenses are
getting weak.
Our group leader John says, “Tom, I know you and your
family are going through some difficult times right now with your
previous sponsor Jack arrested and your brother-in-law Stewart
killed. Now, you are dealing with your mom and past. I would like
to offer my service to be your sponsor if you accept them.”
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In the bedroom, Zoey asked, “did you tell the group about
your dream last night that you killed your mom? I tell her, “no.”
She asks, “why not”? I reply I will tell them in the future. Zoey
says “don‟t you think that dreaming you killed your mother is a
big, problem?” I remain silent.
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morning, all four of us head to the main house bright and early to
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have breakfast with Pete and Mary. We stop twice on the way for
Mom to use the highway rest stops to pee.
Pete and I retire to the porch. “Uncle Pete, I want to tell you
about myself in the past. Let‟s call it a confidential confession!
“Not too long ago, I was only concern about myself and did not
care whom I hurt or used. I was a very selfish individual, always
thinking of Tom first. From the day I married Kay, I always had
family conflicts. I was angry and aggressive with her. She left me,
and I can‟t say I blame her. I was a lousy husband. My daughter
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Kelly was not important to me before, and the bottle was. This
rejection caused her to hate me. I was never there for her and a
failure as a father, any opportunity of free time I gave to drinking.
At work and when socializing, I would become belligerent-drunk,
angry, and aggressive to anyone I spoke with. My co-workers did
not like to be around me. I just offended people. Uncle Pete, when
I drank, I was also a sexually adventurous seeking woman that
drank but had erectile dysfunction, which made me angrier. After
over a year of sobriety, now I concern and worry about almost
everyone I know. The feeling of wanting to help others like me has
come out and makes me feel- good and worthwhile.
Pete says, “Tom, why are you telling me all this?” I know
alcoholics are selfish and self-centered. It could be from a shit
upbringing and abusive parents, or they were just born that way?”
“Pete, I wanted you to know everything about my current and
past,” Pete says. “Tom, I am so happy that you turned your life
around and sharing with me the difficult times you went through
and why.” “Pete, and soon I want to become a sponsor and help
addicted people turn their life around as I did with the help of my
Zoey and friend Jack.”
Uncle Pete turns his head as I see tears running down his
eyes and says, “I had no kids, but if I did, I would want my son to
be like you and a daughter like Zoey Tom.” I stand up and walk
over and hug him as his tears drip down my neck. Zoey sees us
hugging and yells out, “What going on with you two lovebirds?” I
yell back, “Uncle Pete and I are having a heart-to-heart guy talk.
The ladies come out to the porch and sit. Zoey asked what is going
on? I tell Zoey I am letting him know how much I appreciate both
him and Mary. Mom gives me a blistering look of anger and says,
“what about all I did for you keeping your secrets?” I say, “Mom, I
love you, also trying not to let the conversation move forward,
leading to Dad.
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deserves all her life.” Mom adds her closing statement, saying,
“You want to live in this stink?”
We all take our rope leads and remove the horses from their
stalls. Pete tells us from this day on, and when you come up, you
will care for your horse, hell I will not do your work, Kelly says,
“How fun” Bring all three horses to the corral fencing we start the
saddling process. By the time I put the horse blanket on, Pete horse
Chief is ready to go. He watches and corrects what we do. The big
struggle is Kelly trying to lift the weight of the western saddle and
its height on Pearl‟s back. It took us longer, but we could complete
our task. We all mount, and Pete says we are going to ride the
perimeter of the property. Since you guys have been coming up,
you always stay just some several hundred yards from the main
house. Let me tell you. We have a half-section of land, some 350
acres.
around on the property. Some stay in the pasture by the barn, other
drift off to the hills and fields. Guess that is why I have never seen
the hundred or so head all in one place. Pete tells us one time, he
and Mary had as many a two-hundred-fifty steer. Being a city grow
fellow, I explain naively ask, “What is the difference between a
steer and a cow. Pete looks at me and says, “Tom, you are going to
learn a lot soon.” he goes on. “A steer is a castrated male. I reply
with, “Ouch.” When a male is born, we castrate them so they
cannot reproduce, Tom in the spring, you will be cutting their balls
off.” The steers, raised for meat. Every few years, we sell off a
hundred or so to the slaughterhouse. Kelly asked what they do with
them at the slaughterhouse. Pete replies, “You like your steaks and
hamburgers.
Kelly spots several deer not too far away from drinking for
the fresh flowing water, and we stop to watch. Pete tells us that
there are dozens of deer around the property. However, he has shot
none and will not, and they are just beautiful animals. Kelly asks
Uncle Pete if there is any bear around? He replies, yes, a few, but
they fear us, and we hardly ever see them. We reach an area dense
with Pine trees, thick even for the horses, and they will have
trouble walking in. Pete says the terrain in the area is hard to
navigate. As we walk back, we see an open pasture with several
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dozen steers roaming and feeding. Pete says, „they like this spot, it
is shaded and cool.”
I tell Mom one of us will be back soon. Please sit and watch
TV. In her sadistic way, she says to me, “you kill everyone that
wants to be your father.” As I walk to the car with Zoey, Kelly,
they both ask me, “What was that about?”
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As we walk into the room, this is the first time Kelly and
seen anyone in an intensive care unit hooked up to all the life
support equipment. Kelly looks at Pete and turns to hug me tight,
starts crying. I tell her all that the doctors are doing will keep him
alive and get better. She can‟t look and leaves the room. I sit next
to Pete‟s bed and tell him he will be fine during the operation
tomorrow morning. All will go smoothly. “You will be back
castrating the cattle soon.” He gives me a weak smile, and I stand
up to leave his room. Pete reaches out his hand. I grip it. Then he
speaks softly, saying, “Thank you, Tom, for all you are doing and
what you will do for Mary in the future if I don‟t come out of this
tomorrow. You and Zoey, please help Mary endure and, goddamn,
take care of the farm.” I tell him, we love you, Uncle Pete. Walk
out to the waiting area to group up and head back to the farm—
nothing we can do here now. Pete is sedated for the night. The
short drive conversation was about how this happened to Pete, and
he has always been healthy?
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house. We depart and are on our way back home. Mom was all
ready to leave. She has been prepared to go since we arrived.
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A
fter arriving at the office, I call Zoey to check
about Uncle Pete‟s condition and the events that
have occurred. All is well, and I tell her, “Mom is
on the plane, Kelly‟s at school, and I am at work.” Thinking, it
occurs to me that if Mom were gone, dead, so would this
continuing threat be hanging over my head for forty years? It is
obvious she does not care for or love me anymore but resents my
existence. Like in my last nightmare of drowning her, I am trying
to conceive a way to dispose of Mom.
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She replies, “They serve water, tea, and soft drinks with
dinner. They don‟t force the alcohol on you.”
Feeling good about seeing her alone tonight and yet feeling
guilty that Zoey might find out, I am going. Unfortunately, seeing
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In the lobby ahead of me, I see the dining room and enter
with a brisk walk. To my left, sitting in a black leather booth is
Candy. She is dressed to the max. Long blonde hair up in a bun,
short red dress, and made up like a Las Vegas showgirl. I walk up
and sit, and she says “Hi, right on time.” I see she is drinking a
vodka martini. But no, I will not drink.
“She came home the other night with the smell of men‟s
cologne and sweat on her body. Besides, I found an empty condom
package in her purse.” Upset, she orders another drink with her
dinner as I eat and sip on my cold tea. I see my reflection in the
glass mirror behind her on the wall at the table. I am looking at this
gray-haired guy, who is lusting, sitting with a twenty-five-year-old
blonde, gorgeous woman.
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night. Not wanted her to drive, I went home. „See you at the office,
Tom.‟
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While driving, I say to Kelly, “And you know what, you are
right.”
We both exit the car, and Kelly says, “Holy shit, this is
cold.” We look to the lodge house and see the outside thermometer
flash the current condition, twenty-six degrees. I ask Kelly should
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Well, that hit a home run. We head back to the car and
resume our drive back to the farm. Upon arriving, we find it is a
mild sixty degrees at the farm. Zoey and Mary run out to greet us. I
could sense Zoey was happy that I returned safely. We told both
Mary and Zoey of our detours to Snow-Bowl, and the adventure
Kelly and I will be taking on her birthday. Kelly and I are looking
forward to seeing Uncle Pete at the hospital later today. Mary has a
quick lunch for us to have before we depart to the hospital and, of
course, a special meal packed for Uncle Pete, comprising some
heart-healthy plan food like vegetables, turkey, and chicken soup.
“Some believe chicken soup is the cure-all for everything from
colds to heart issues, and Mary is one of them.”
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Pete informs us that his doctor told him this morning he can
be discharged tomorrow at noon. It is a week, but he will have to
follow a controlled regimen. They don‟t know Uncle Pete. We talk
about the season-changing, autumn arriving, the work that has to
be completed on the farm. Pete tells us he has spoken with
Montgomery and Floyd and puts the fall procedures in place. Pete
says I wish I could help them, but they cut me open like a lobster. I
will need some time to recover. It is great to have good friends and
employees. As Pete continues to speak, Mary is shoving the food
down his through like a feeding machine. Guess she figures the
more he eats, the faster he will recover.
Mary jokes, “If you want to keep warm, yes. Wood fires are
our heat source.” Gathered around the friendly fire, Mary tells us
she is looking forward to Pete returning home tomorrow. Zoey sits
beside me and explains how she missed me this past week. Being
away from me was difficult for her. I said nothing of the Candy
calamity at the Chicken Horse Casino. During our conversations,
Kelly asked, when are we going to move up to the farm, Zoey and I
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look at each other, Zoey says, your dad and I are going to have to
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plan this out, early spring would be lovely, and we still can keep
the house in Scottsdale. Mary says, why don‟t you guys spend the
night up at the main home tonight? The fire has made it warm. If
you go down to the cabin, you have to start a fire again. We all
agree, ready for bed with nice thick blankets.
Pete was an old John Wayne fan who enjoyed cowboy movies and
war stories. The rest of us sat in the kitchen, deciding if Zoey
would home with Kelly and me back home or stay another week.
Mary said she would feel more comfortable if she had someone
else around during Pete‟s first week at home. I immediately
thought of the friendly nurses‟ assistant I had just met at the
hospital upon leaving Jeremiah. I reached for my cell phone and
called him directly, saying, “Jeremiah, Tom from Pinecrest Farms.
We just spoke an hour ago. Mary, Pete‟s wife, needs some extra
help to take care of Pete the first week he is home. Do you have
any spare time she can hire you for this coming week?”
The problem is solved for all. Now Zoey can come home to
attend to her responsibilities. I was thinking to myself, And I am
becoming thoughtful, responsible, and innovative now that I am a
recovering alcoholic for over one year. What can I accomplish in
the year to come?
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Zoey says not to worry. She now comes out with the state
of her financial condition that I have just guessed in the past. Zoey
tells Kelly that she has several million dollars in her name and will
be receiving two more million from the family estate that Stewart
has left if she sells the gallery and art, which could add another
million. With five million dollars plus and the farm, we should live
very well in the future. Kelly yells, “You‟re just not millionaires.
You are multi-millionaires.”
I ask Zoey, “How much do you think the farm and all that
land is worth?”
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situation. Thoughts pass through my mind. A year and a half ago,
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you were passed out on a motel room floor, retching on the toilet.
You quit your job, out of work, out of money with no future, not
know where you would live. Your daughter hated you. Now I am
sitting on top of the world with financial security, my wife, Zoey,
daughter Kelly. I removed the lousy luggage from my life,
including my ex-wife Kay and Judy. I have decided and detached
from Mom, cut ties with Jack, settled my lust towards Candy, and
made it a friendship. Encompassed Uncle Pete and Aunt Mary as
family and accepted Zoey‟s mom Alexia as a friend and family
member. Soon I will come from a dependent accountant working
in a small cubicle behind a desk to running a cattle farm on a
substantial land plot, and one day will become Zoey‟s and mine.
Most of all, I will be independent and a man of my own.
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T
he following week, on an overcast Wednesday
morning, we received a call from Aunt Mary that
Uncle Pete has had another heart attack and passed
away in his sleep peacefully. The EMTs are with her at the
farmhouse at this moment, removing Pete for transport to the
hospital morgue for evaluation. Mary asks if we can come up and
help. She is confused and does not know what to do. Zoey asked to
speak with one of the EMTs personally at the house. The attendant
states, “Pete must have had a heart attack while sleeping and
passed.” Mary did not notice him not breathing until she woke this
morning. The shock of the unfortunate event has Mary devastated.
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She says, “The cabin is more than big enough for me, and I
will bury Pete down here in this wonderful tree cluster and be near
him.”
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I hear Zoey calling, “Tom, Tom, where are you? Come join
us up at the house.” I rise and start the long walk-up with Max at
my side. Max brushes against my leg during the walk as if saying,
“Tom, are you going to be Pete‟s replacement and friend?
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Reaching the porch, I stop and look at Uncle Pete‟s chair and
decide to sit in it. This porch chair has always been a sacred stop
for Pete, and no one sits in his chair. Now, I am attempting the
task. As I sit back, Max comes and lays next to me on the floor,
staring out at the yard as he did with Pete.
Zooey walks out and looks at me, and says, “Tom, you are
taking over before Uncle Pete becomes cold in the ground?” I tell
Zoey, “No, I want to identify how Pete felt sitting here looking out
and why this was his favorite place. Now I think I know the
feeling.” Zoey leans down and gives me a hug and kiss on the
cheek.
“Come inside and join Mary, Kelly, and me for the rest of
the evening and bring your buddy, Max.”
tunnel. With the right help, love, and support, your life can become
admirable and meaningful. It is not an easy road to travel. Yes, it
has been challenging, but look. Look at the outcome, and I have
been so blessed.
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