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Part Eight
"Josh, Gracie, this is Ross". Rachel could scarcely believe she was introducing her children to their father. But here she was, with all her friends surrounding her, telling Josh and Gracie that Ross was an old friend from college.
"Hi," said Josh politely, "I'm Joshua Geller. But most people call me Josh."
"And I'm Grace Geller," Gracie put in, "But everybody calls me Gracie." Ross nodded and glanced at Rachel, surprised. He'd thought after all this time she might have changed Josh and Gracie's last name back to Green. But she hadn't. Ross smiled at his kids as they sat down on the couch with Emma and Zachary.
"So, um, how old are you guys?" Ross asked, playing along as the "college friend".
"We're ten," said Josh excitedly, "We go to Smithfield Day School, but we're in different classes. Emma and Zachary go there, too."
"Yeah, but, you know, I'm smarter than Josh is," Gracie bragged.
"No, you're not," Josh argued back, "Plus, I'm better at basketball!"
"You like basketball?" Ross asked, curious about his son's interests.
"Yeah!" Josh said happily, "Uncle Chandler, Uncle Joey and Uncle Mike, they take us to Knicks games all the time! You like the Knicks?"
"Sure," said Ross, "Used to go to games all the time."
"You should come with us sometime," Josh said, "But Uncle Joey yells at a lot." Josh glanced at Joey and they both laughed. Ross sighed, realizing that Joey had a special connection with Josh, and he didn't. Joey knew things about Josh that Ross didn't know. Ross turned his attention to Gracie.
"What about you, Gracie? What do you like to do?"
"I like to read," Gracie said softly, "and I like science. I take ballet, too." Ross sucked in his breath. His daughter liked science, and his son looked exactly like him. Did life get any more cruel? He could only imagine what Rachel must feel like. She had to go through everyday with the kids.
Ross sighed and nodded at his daughter. He couldn't take it anymore. He glanced up at Rachel. "I'm sorry," he said quickly, "I've got to go." With that, he got up and left abruptly.
Ross could scarcely believe it-he'd done it again, walking out on his own family. But he couldn't stay. He couldn't stand there, looking into Josh and Gracie's eyes, knowing how much he had missed out on. Ross raced back to his hotel, knowing he couldn't get there fast enough. Once there, he collapsed onto his bed. He wasn't feel well, anyway. Suddenly, a huge wave of pain overcame him. He only had enough time to call the front desk and whisper, "Help," before everything went black.
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Part Eight
"Josh, Gracie, this is Ross". Rachel could scarcely believe she was introducing her children to their father. But here she was, with all her friends surrounding her, telling Josh and Gracie that Ross was an old friend from college.
"Hi," said Josh politely, "I'm Joshua Geller. But most people call me Josh."
"And I'm Grace Geller," Gracie put in, "But everybody calls me Gracie." Ross nodded and glanced at Rachel, surprised. He'd thought after all this time she might have changed Josh and Gracie's last name back to Green. But she hadn't. Ross smiled at his kids as they sat down on the couch with Emma and Zachary.
"So, um, how old are you guys?" Ross asked, playing along as the "college friend".
"We're ten," said Josh excitedly, "We go to Smithfield Day School, but we're in different classes. Emma and Zachary go there, too."
"Yeah, but, you know, I'm smarter than Josh is," Gracie bragged.
"No, you're not," Josh argued back, "Plus, I'm better at basketball!"
"You like basketball?" Ross asked, curious about his son's interests.
"Yeah!" Josh said happily, "Uncle Chandler, Uncle Joey and Uncle Mike, they take us to Knicks games all the time! You like the Knicks?"
"Sure," said Ross, "Used to go to games all the time."
"You should come with us sometime," Josh said, "But Uncle Joey yells at a lot." Josh glanced at Joey and they both laughed. Ross sighed, realizing that Joey had a special connection with Josh, and he didn't. Joey knew things about Josh that Ross didn't know. Ross turned his attention to Gracie.
"What about you, Gracie? What do you like to do?"
"I like to read," Gracie said softly, "and I like science. I take ballet, too." Ross sucked in his breath. His daughter liked science, and his son looked exactly like him. Did life get any more cruel? He could only imagine what Rachel must feel like. She had to go through everyday with the kids.
Ross sighed and nodded at his daughter. He couldn't take it anymore. He glanced up at Rachel. "I'm sorry," he said quickly, "I've got to go." With that, he got up and left abruptly.
Ross could scarcely believe it-he'd done it again, walking out on his own family. But he couldn't stay. He couldn't stand there, looking into Josh and Gracie's eyes, knowing how much he had missed out on. Ross raced back to his hotel, knowing he couldn't get there fast enough. Once there, he collapsed onto his bed. He wasn't feel well, anyway. Suddenly, a huge wave of pain overcame him. He only had enough time to call the front desk and whisper, "Help," before everything went black.
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