A short ... very short update.

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CHAPTER FOUR: HAPPY GOREN THANKSGIVING ... MAYBE

New Shoes … and they're made for dancing

Bobby and Alex walk out of Dr. Ahmad's office hand and hand. Not a word is spoken as they enter the elevator and descend on down to the street level, where the first thing that Bobby does as he steps outside, is light up a cigarette.

"You've got to be kidding me Goren."

"This, he holds it up, is my last one. I want you to witness it. Just not so close."

"You are a big jerk and I couldn't love you more. Hurry up and finish that nasty thing, I'm going to go have a cup of coffee."

Alex walked into the coffee shop that her father had seen Lewis in a day or so earlier. Bobby leaned up against a lamp post and looked into the sky. Mom, if you're watching, if you're there … I hope that you're finally proud of me. Can you do me a favor, if you have any pull up there … I know how you can be. You probably got in good with St. Peter … so, could you tell God … if there is a God … that I've had enough crap in my life. You were there … sort of. Tell him. Alex and my beautiful babies deserve a wonderful life Mom. Do you think in your death, you could arrange that? It started to snow … just a light dusting but Frances Goren always loved snow … Bobby smiled and put the cigarette out and joined his wife for a cup of coffee.

"No more smoking?"

"I'm done … I was down to less than half a pack. Can we take a walk in the park … it's snowing. Just a quick walk … you and me? Then we can go home."

"Okay, a quick one."

Bobby excitedly took Alex by the hand and they crossed the street to the park where he spotted a gazebo. They could hear music of the season off in the distance and with the shoes on his feet that never did drop, he scooped up his wife and they danced in the gazebo for God and everyone to see. They both had tears in their eyes … Bobby was fine. His heart was stronger than a Timex and his brain was as sharp as a tack. When the music stopped they held each other and kissed. It wasn't their normal Bobby Alex kiss. It was, "okay, you're fine, we're fine … in sickness and in health has new meaning … thank God … this was in health … kiss."

"We have to go home … now!"

"Bobby, what's wrong?"

"I have to make sure that Lewis bought the groceries … he could screw up our first Thanksgiving!"

As soon as he walked through the door he ran upstairs to see his babies. Liz tried to stop him from picking them up and waking them but no luck. He was a man on a mission. One at a time, he picked up his babies and placed kisses on their hands, their little feet, nose, eyes and the top of their heads. Alex stood by and watched. Liz was annoyed at first, then realized that this was Bobby's way of receiving good news … something she had never seen before. He sat and held all three for the longest time … Alex picked up a book and started to read it to her family. It finally dawned on him, that he needed to go inspect the contents of the kitchen. Lewis dropped off the groceries and abruptly left before the fallout happened … he couldn't find a crucial ingredient …

"A TURKEY … he couldn't find a TURKEY!"

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I know this was very short, but I have pies to bake and food to prep. Happy Thanksgiving to my stateside friends ... gobble, gobble!