The Long Way Home
Chapter One
"Cynthia I told you for the third time. Your cancer hasn't gone into remission as we hoped." Doctor Sandal Sinclair says in his office of Manhattan Medical Center.
"Why? I had thought that the treatments that you and the specialists were using on me would help my right leg. However since the cancer is not gone. How long do I have to live? Because the reason I asked on whether I will be able to make it to Thanksgiving to be with family." She says inside his office on the sixth floor.
"There is one way for which is a drastic course." He said with stopping for a moment to catch his breath.
"And what is that Doctor Sinclair?" Cynthia responded with slight anger in her demeanor. She had only found out the cancer a year ago. When she was at a book tour in the Bronx listening to the mystery writer Richard Castle give a talk on his books.
"We take the leg and fit you with a robotic type leg that is funded by the government through the hospital. Three prospects are chosen from the last ten years. The operation is expensive and will be funded through the government program. If you want to do this I will inform my boss of the department and have the program contacted."
"Can I have some time to speak with my parents and sister about it?" She shifted in her leather chair to have a more comfortable position.
"Speak with them. We need to get moving on this. since I have no idea just how long it will take to be approved with the operation and placing the robotics." He announced with some sadness in his voice.
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Richard Castle having arrived home from a book tour in the Bronx for the fourth time in two weeks. Gina and Black Pawn Publishing were having promotions for the entire month of November leading up to Thanksgiving.
Walking inside the door. He moved over to the kitchen counter with the first floor very quiet. He noticed the piled of mail left by Andrea the nanny for Reece. Reece was with Andrea upstairs no doubt while the twins were asleep in the nursery.
Going through his mail. He noticed the letter from the National Robotics Donor program from the military medicine international. The rest of the mail he could look at later.
He opens up the letter with the letter opener that was inside the draw inside the kitchen. Using the letter opener and placing it back into it's place.
He starts to read... Since it's from the CEO Patrick Owens.
Dear Mr. Castle.
Hello! I am informing you that it's our third year of the donor robotics program. With each year three are chosen to be fitted with the robotics. Please be advised that it's also time for the annual donations from our 100,000 customers having given us donations to keep us going, along with the private companies and of course the military.
Even though this letter was written last night and sent out over night to everyone. There is a strong possible chance that we might have someone from our area to be fitted with the robotics.
Thank you,
Sincerely
Ceo Patrick Owens
After finishing the letter. Castle quickly moved into his office to call his accountant Herb Stewart. He has taken over with his previous account Donald Materson all of a sudden passing away from a heart attack six months previous.
Pulling up the number on his cell phone...He pressed the send button to wait for a connection.
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Herb Stewart was just about ready to go out for an hour lunch. When his phone started to ring on his desk. Looking at the caller I.D. to be his client Richard Castle. Something must be up to have him calling...
"Hello! Richard how are you today?" He asked along with looking at the empty desk after finishing up the last of his paper work from other clients.
"I am fine. Actually I am more then fine Herb. Listen I need for you to do something for me. I need for you to call the National Robotics Donor Program. I believe you have the telephone number and CEO Patrick Owens direct line.' Castle replied to wait for his reply.
"Why Castle?" He asked sounding curious in his demeanor.
"I want you to send an electronic transfer of $50,000 from the business account to make an donation to the program. Who ever you speak to on the phone tell them I plan to send more before Thanksgiving."
"I will do it right away before going to lunch. I will call you later to confirm on the donation. Bye!" He said with looking up the number in his database...
