"You just wouldn't believe what happened in Israel. I mean, they were being attacked but every country surrounding them, and they came out of the war without even so much as a scratch." Cameron "Buck" Williams says excitedly to Lucinda Washington. Lucinda was the head over the Chicago branch of Global Weekly. Cameron is a senior writer for the New York City branch of the same magazine.

"Didn't I tell you that would happen Cameron?" Lucinda asks him.

"Yeah Lucy, before I left you told me that Israel would be protected. I just didn't believe you." Buck says. Lucinda just glares at him.

"Cameron…" She says in a warning tone.

"Sorry Lucinda." Buck says with a sigh.

"Thank you. Since you are in town are you going to come to my church on Sunday?" Lucinda asks.

"What?" Buck replies with another question.

"You still owe me a service Cameron. I don't plan on letting up on you. Come on, if you come once it'll get ya and you won't want to leave." Lucinda says with a smile.

"I would love to Lucinda, but I have to be getting back to New York." Buck says turning away and heading towards the door.

"Don't wait too long Cameron!" Lucinda calls out as he closes the door behind him.


Reba had been sitting on the couch when she decided to go upstairs. As she was walking up the stairs she is trying to figure out what to say to Chloe. Finally, when she gets to Chloe's bedroom door she sighs. She lightly knocks on the door. Through the wood, she can hear Chloe's music playing. After standing there about five minutes she knocks again.

"Chloe! Can we talk a minute?" Reba asks her. Chloe opens the door.

"What do you want? Leave me alone!" Chloe says slamming the door in her face. Reba moves back to avoid impact. Then she knocks on the door again. Chloe opens it again.

"I am sorry; I think we got off on the wrong start." Reba says.

"Correction… We haven't started. I was fine with my family before you came into the picture. I mean, we were doing fine. Dad and I get along okay and it would have been good after awhile. You just had to but in. Where did you even meet dad anyway?" Chloe asks.

"I worked for the George Bush Intercontinental Airport. He cashed a lot of his paychecks from me." Reba says. "Do you mind if I sit down? I think we should talk about some of the things you are feeling." Chloe steps out of the way and lets her come sit down on the bed.

"I just can't believe that daddy would marry so soon after he and mom got divorced. I don't understand why they got divorced either… I am just so confused. Why wouldn't you guys invite me to the wedding? Do you think that I didn't want to come? If you would have invited me, I would have been here." Chloe says crying.

"Is that why you are upset? Because we didn't invite you?" Reba asks strangely.

"Yes! If you weren't invited to your father's wedding wouldn't you be upset?" Chloe asks her.

"Of course I would. I am sorry. It was your dad's brilliant idea not to invite any of you guys. My 3 kids weren't able to be here either." Reba says putting her arm around Chloe.

"You've got kids?" Chloe asks.

"Yeah. 3." Reba replies. "Cheyenne is 17, Kyra is 12, and Jake is 5." Reba says.

"Oh, so they are all younger than me. I am 20." Chloe states.

"I know you are." Reba replies with a smile. "Well you know, I was just about to make myself some lunch. Would you like something?"

"I think I can come and help. What are you making?" Chloe asks.

"I was thinking about some broiled chicken and a salad." Reba replies.

"That sounds really good. I'll help you." Chloe says. Reba stands up and walks over to the door. Chloe stands and turns off the light.