On Saturday, Dorothy drove Zoya to the outlet mall in Wrentham. They returned late in the evening laden with bags of clothing and other items. Yuri laughed when he saw them. "You find many good deals, yes?"
Zoya babbled excitedly in Russian. Her father frowned. "Speak English, Zoya Yuryevna. Do not be rude."
"I am so sorry! I forgot. Like I say, I find blue jeans and Nirvana and Pearl Jam CD's, many other wonderful things."
"I do not have any idea what you say, but I am happy you have good time," said Yuri. "And what about you, Dorothy?"
"I found a few things for around the house and some stuff to send to the kids in Germany," his wife replied. "My feet are killing me!"
"Sit here in recliner," said Yuri. "I will put packages away."
Dorothy did, closing her eyes in pleasure as she leaned back and put her feet up. A few minutes later, she felt Yuri slipping her shoes off and massaging her feet. "Ah, I'm in heaven!" she moaned.
Yuri chuckled. "That is face of happy woman if I ever see it."
Zoya put a CD into the CD player and turned it on. "What on earth?" Yuri cried, startled.
"It is group called Veruca Salt, Papa," his daughter replied. "They sound good, yes?"
Yuri laughed and shook his head helplessly. "It is not what I would call music, but if you like it..."
Dorothy was enjoying her husband's ministrations so much that she almost fell asleep. After Zoya had gone to her room, he left the living room and returned with a book.
"I go to mall this afternoon," he told Dorothy. "I find book for you." He handed the book to her. She saw that it was 'Embraced by the Light' by Betty J. Eadie.
"Woman in book have experience similar to yours," Yuri told her. "I want you to know you are not only one."
"Thanks, Yuri."
"I am happy to do it." He gave her a quick hug and kissed the top of her head.