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CHAPTER FIVE
Once outside, Karen looked at her watch and saw that she still had about an hour left before lunchtime. So she decided to see if Lucille was at home. After picking up the borrowed clothes, she made her way to a gray brick ranch home at the end of the street. Thankfully, the Jeep she had seen at Logan's cabin was in the driveway. So she knocked on the white paneled door. It wasn't long until Lucille peeked through the curtains and opened the door.
"Miss Karen?" the lady answered in puzzlement. "How.What."
"I'm sorry to bother you ma'am. The postmaster told me I could find you here." Karen explained. "In all the confusion this morning, I realized I never returned the stuff I borrowed from you folks last night. I'd like to do that."
"Oh.is that all?" Lucille chuckled. "If you want to keep the stuff, you go ahead and keep it. I gathered that you packed pretty lightly for this trip. Gl.uh..Logan has a zillion of those shirts and he's never going to miss the other stuff you borrowed."
"Are you sure?" Karen was confused.
"Absolutely! Now I don't want to here another word about it." Lucille scolded.
"Uh okay then." Karen stammered. "Please tell him I said thank you for his hospitality."
"It was no problem at all I'm sure, but I will tell him." Lucille assured her. "Will that be all then?"
"Uh yeah." Karen was in mid-thought "wait a minute.no! That's not all."
"Oh what is it dear?" Lucille prodded.
"I'm curious about something. Twice now today, people have started to say something different instead of Logan when we've talked about the situation. What's the deal, am I crazy, or am I missing something." Karen's curiosity got the better of her. "Ah.I'm sorry, I've no right to ask that, it's none of my business. Just forget it."
Lucille laughed again, "I see, well, hmmm.how do I explain?"
"No really, I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked." Karen turned to go.
The wheels in the older woman's head were turning, "No, I'll tell you, come inside."
"Uh.I really should be going. Miss Lily said she serves lunch at noon, I don't want to be an impolite guest." Karen was reluctant.
"Ah.you're staying on then?" Lucille observed.
"Until my car is fixed, I don't have much of a choice." Karen sighed.
"Well, then you just come back over here after lunch and visit with me some more." Lucille invited. "I'd love the company and I get the feeling I should show you something that may interest you."
"Umm. okay sure." Karen accepted her invitation. "I don't have anything else to do, so sure."
At dinner Miss Lily had prepared a mild stew and salad for Karen. The table felt so empty with only Karen at it so she asked the old woman if she'd mind company in the kitchen nook. Miss Lily seemed grateful for someone to talk with and the pair ate happily. While they were eating, a rather chubby yellow tabby cat sat under the table meowing piteously.
"Don't pay any attention to the old beggar." Miss Lily warned. "He'd have you thinking that he never gets fed."
"He's adorable! What's his name?" Karen asked.
"Matthew." Miss Lily answered. "So, enough about the cat. Did you have fun exploring the town today?"
"Yes quite." Karen replied. "I like it here, it's so peaceful. Kinda makes a girl forget her troubles for a moment."
"Well if it's quiet and peaceful you want, then you've found the right town." Miss Lily assured her.
"Yeah it seems just fine." Karen said.
"Are you in some kind of trouble?" The old lady asked her softly.
"No, just a little down on my luck is all." Karen half-lied.
"Well, here's hoping you find some better luck then." Miss Lily gestured with her mug of coffee.
When they were through, Karen excused herself and made her way back to the home of Lucille Jacobs. Much to her surprise, there was no answer to her knock at the door. Lucille's Jeep was still in the drive. She was certain Lucille had told her to come right back after lunch. Karen was a little confused so she tried to see through the living room window if there was anyone inside. To her horror, she was able to make out Lucille's form lying motionless on the floor. One hand was clutched to her heart and the other was positioned outward. Karen ran all the way back to the boarding house and found Miss Lily washing the dishes in the kitchen.
"What's the matter honey? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Miss Lily was alarmed.
"It's Mrs. Jacobs." Karen informed her between gasps. "She lying on her living room floor and not moving. I'm afraid she might have had a heart attack. You've got to call an ambulance for her quick!"
"Oh my!" Miss Lily grabbed the phone, dialed 9-1-1 and gave Lucille's address. When she hung up the phone, her face was ashen. "Poor Lucille, oh I hope she'll be all right. Dr. Jones is on vacation this week and the ambulance will be at least an hour."
"We've got to call her son, Logan." Karen realized that in an hour it might be too late. She knew some basic CPR skills. "Do you know his number?"
"Logan?" A confused look graced the older woman's face. "I didn't know there was a son named Logan."
"Well, that's who she babysits for in a cabin nearby here. Postmaster O'Malley told me." Karen urged.
"You must be mistaken dear. She has two sons, one named Glenn and the other named Mark. Ah---I see you must mean Glenn." Miss Lily finally realized. Then she started searching for the number.
"I don't understand, he said his name was Logan. But several people have acted as if that name wasn't right? What's the deal? Oh never mind, just hurry." Karen pondered aloud.
Finally, Miss Lily found the number and called Glenn. Thankfully, he was there and answered the phone rather quickly. "I'm going back over to see if I can find a way inside to help her." Karen told Miss Lily.
Karen returned to the Jacobs residence and peered through the living room window again. Lucille still hadn't moved a bit. She tried the window and thankfully it was unlocked. Karen went inside and confirmed her fears that Lucille was indeed not breathing. There was however a faint pulse which gave Karen hope. She hurriedly recalled her CPR training course that she had taken five years ago and went to work on the older woman.
Why isn't there any hospitals around this place! Karen cried in frustration.
After about twenty minutes or so, a large blue Ford extended cab pulled up in the drive. Karen leaned out the open window and yelled to the driver to come quickly. She then returned to her attempts to save Lucille's life. It wasn't long before the startled driver had unlocked the house door and came into the room. A small boy walked anxiously behind him.
The man was very tall and had long blackish hair. He wore a simple black tee-shirt over a heavily tattooed and muscular physique. He looks just like Logan.uh.Glenn. This has got to be the other brother, Mark. Thank God! If I remember right, Glenn's cabin is almost an hour away too. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Mark demanded abruptly. Then he softened when he saw Karen's tears. "What's wrong? What's happened?"
"I'm sorry sir. Lucille asked me to come over and see her. When I got here though she didn't answer the door. So I looked in through the living room window and saw her lying here. Please you've got to help her I think she's had a heart attack."
"Oh my God!" Mark went pale and broke into a run for the house. Then he called over his shoulder. "Has anyone called the ambulance?"
"Yes, Miss Lily did that right away!" Karen called after him.
"What's wrong with Grandma?" Asked a very frightened little boy who was starting to cry..
About twenty minutes later, the ambulance came screaming up the street. The paramedics took over the CPR and in a few more minutes they had Lucille breathing on her own weakly. They loaded Lucille onto an ambulance. They said only one person could ride with so Karen volunteered to watch Vincent while Mark rode in.
"When my brother gets here, he'll take care of Vincent. Thanks Miss ?" Mark said gratefully. "What is your name?"
"It's Karen. It's no trouble at all. You just go, I'll be praying for her." Karen assured him.
About one minute after the ambulance left, Glenn pulled into the driveway. He raced into the living room and little Vincent ran to his uncle. He wrapped his little arms tightly around Glenn's leg and sobbed loudly.
"What's happened?" Glenn asked confusedly.
"Your mother's had a heart attack. They've taken her to the hospital. Mark rode with them. I'm assuming you know where they've gone." Karen informed him.
"How? What? Why were you here?" Glenn asked.
"I realized I had forgotten to return your clothes I borrowed and the postmaster referred me to her." Karen began. "Ugh.it's a long story, I'll explain later. You've got to get to the hospital now!"
"Yeah! You're right." Glenn snapped into reality. "Listen, could you uh..? Ummm?"
"What is it?" Karen prodded.
"Uh, they might not allow the kids to go in the ER, can you watch them for just a little while?" Glenn asked akwardly.
"Certainly." Karen consented.
"Noooo! Don't leave me Uncle Glenn! I want my daddy!" Wailed Vincent.
"Uh.can you come with us?" Glenn tried.
"I'll help in any way I can." Karen replied.
"We'll use Mom's Jeep since the truck only seats three." Glenn decided. "Let me just go get the keys."
The four got in the Jeep as quickly as they could. Karen sat up front while the two boys sat in the back.
"Thanks again Miss Karen. I'm sorry you've gotten stuck in the middle of this." Glenn said as they drove.
"No trouble at all. It's the least I can do after how you've helped me." Karen smiled weakly.
They drove the rest of the way to the hospital in silence. Glenn's fear was etched firmly on his face. Karen felt bad for him and helpless at the same time. As they were driving though, Karen noticed something interesting. There was one of those WWF air fresheners hanging off the rearview mirror. She couldn't quite put her finger on whom, but the figure on the device struck her as very familiar. The man on it appeared tall and well built. He had long raven black hair and a goatee. On his arms were many ornate colored tattoos. He had a black shirt on in the picture. The caption read simply, "The Undertaker."
Glenn noticed her staring at the image. He cleared his throat and asked quietly, "What's the matter?"
"Uh.nothing.uh.this guy.he looks really familiar to me." Karen managed while the wheels in her brain turned in high gear.
"You watch the WWF on TV?" Glenn asked. "He's one of their wrestlers." Oh God, she's seconds away from figuring it out. I hope to God she's not a reporter or something.
"No I don't watch it sorry." Karen apologized. "I can't shake this feeling I've seen him somewhere el- - - - Oh my gosh! That's it! He's your brother isn't he?"
"Oh no I was afraid of this! Please tell me you're not a reporter just looking for a scoop." Glenn pleaded as he drove.
"No I'm not, there's no need to worry." Karen assured him. "I've just never met anyone like that before." Then she gave Glenn a questioning look, "Is that why you told me your name was Logan before? To protect Mark's identity?"
"Uh. yeah. Sorry, we've had several run ins with crazy fans." Glenn explained. "That's why we uh.. he lives out here in the middle of nowhere, so that he has some peace."
"I see. Well trust me; the last thing I want to do is expose someone else's secrets. I've got enough of my own troubles right now. I can't afford to attract any kind of attention." Karen told him.
"The family appreciates that Miss Karen." Glenn thanked her. "Thanks for helping us out today too, okay?"
"Enough with the thanks already, it's really the least I can do." Karen returned with a smile.
Just then the hospital came into sight and everyone in the vehicle fell silent. Glenn parked the car quickly and they walked up to the emergency entrance. Inside, the receptionist told them that the children would have to stay in the waiting room. Glenn said good bye to them both, told them to listen to 'Miss Karen' and said they see each other soon. Karen took the little boys to the area where the nurse directed them. Thankfully, since the little boys had each others company they seemed to be a little calmer. They quickly ran over to the little toybox in the corner and went to playing as only children can. Meanwhile Karen bowed her head in earnest prayer for the family of strangers that she barely knew. She was still deep in prayer when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. Karen finished her prayer and looked up to see Mark standing there with tears still in his eyes.
"How is she?" Karen asked quietly.
"They said it's too early to tell but they think she's got a better chance thanks to you. If you hadn't shown up when you did and started the CPR, she wou.." The tall man broke down crying out loud now.
Karen felt helpless so she just reached out in silence and squeezed his hand gently.
"Thanks ma'am." Mark looked at her. "Daddy!" Vincent ran over to him and put his arms out for a hug.
CHAPTER FIVE
Once outside, Karen looked at her watch and saw that she still had about an hour left before lunchtime. So she decided to see if Lucille was at home. After picking up the borrowed clothes, she made her way to a gray brick ranch home at the end of the street. Thankfully, the Jeep she had seen at Logan's cabin was in the driveway. So she knocked on the white paneled door. It wasn't long until Lucille peeked through the curtains and opened the door.
"Miss Karen?" the lady answered in puzzlement. "How.What."
"I'm sorry to bother you ma'am. The postmaster told me I could find you here." Karen explained. "In all the confusion this morning, I realized I never returned the stuff I borrowed from you folks last night. I'd like to do that."
"Oh.is that all?" Lucille chuckled. "If you want to keep the stuff, you go ahead and keep it. I gathered that you packed pretty lightly for this trip. Gl.uh..Logan has a zillion of those shirts and he's never going to miss the other stuff you borrowed."
"Are you sure?" Karen was confused.
"Absolutely! Now I don't want to here another word about it." Lucille scolded.
"Uh okay then." Karen stammered. "Please tell him I said thank you for his hospitality."
"It was no problem at all I'm sure, but I will tell him." Lucille assured her. "Will that be all then?"
"Uh yeah." Karen was in mid-thought "wait a minute.no! That's not all."
"Oh what is it dear?" Lucille prodded.
"I'm curious about something. Twice now today, people have started to say something different instead of Logan when we've talked about the situation. What's the deal, am I crazy, or am I missing something." Karen's curiosity got the better of her. "Ah.I'm sorry, I've no right to ask that, it's none of my business. Just forget it."
Lucille laughed again, "I see, well, hmmm.how do I explain?"
"No really, I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked." Karen turned to go.
The wheels in the older woman's head were turning, "No, I'll tell you, come inside."
"Uh.I really should be going. Miss Lily said she serves lunch at noon, I don't want to be an impolite guest." Karen was reluctant.
"Ah.you're staying on then?" Lucille observed.
"Until my car is fixed, I don't have much of a choice." Karen sighed.
"Well, then you just come back over here after lunch and visit with me some more." Lucille invited. "I'd love the company and I get the feeling I should show you something that may interest you."
"Umm. okay sure." Karen accepted her invitation. "I don't have anything else to do, so sure."
At dinner Miss Lily had prepared a mild stew and salad for Karen. The table felt so empty with only Karen at it so she asked the old woman if she'd mind company in the kitchen nook. Miss Lily seemed grateful for someone to talk with and the pair ate happily. While they were eating, a rather chubby yellow tabby cat sat under the table meowing piteously.
"Don't pay any attention to the old beggar." Miss Lily warned. "He'd have you thinking that he never gets fed."
"He's adorable! What's his name?" Karen asked.
"Matthew." Miss Lily answered. "So, enough about the cat. Did you have fun exploring the town today?"
"Yes quite." Karen replied. "I like it here, it's so peaceful. Kinda makes a girl forget her troubles for a moment."
"Well if it's quiet and peaceful you want, then you've found the right town." Miss Lily assured her.
"Yeah it seems just fine." Karen said.
"Are you in some kind of trouble?" The old lady asked her softly.
"No, just a little down on my luck is all." Karen half-lied.
"Well, here's hoping you find some better luck then." Miss Lily gestured with her mug of coffee.
When they were through, Karen excused herself and made her way back to the home of Lucille Jacobs. Much to her surprise, there was no answer to her knock at the door. Lucille's Jeep was still in the drive. She was certain Lucille had told her to come right back after lunch. Karen was a little confused so she tried to see through the living room window if there was anyone inside. To her horror, she was able to make out Lucille's form lying motionless on the floor. One hand was clutched to her heart and the other was positioned outward. Karen ran all the way back to the boarding house and found Miss Lily washing the dishes in the kitchen.
"What's the matter honey? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Miss Lily was alarmed.
"It's Mrs. Jacobs." Karen informed her between gasps. "She lying on her living room floor and not moving. I'm afraid she might have had a heart attack. You've got to call an ambulance for her quick!"
"Oh my!" Miss Lily grabbed the phone, dialed 9-1-1 and gave Lucille's address. When she hung up the phone, her face was ashen. "Poor Lucille, oh I hope she'll be all right. Dr. Jones is on vacation this week and the ambulance will be at least an hour."
"We've got to call her son, Logan." Karen realized that in an hour it might be too late. She knew some basic CPR skills. "Do you know his number?"
"Logan?" A confused look graced the older woman's face. "I didn't know there was a son named Logan."
"Well, that's who she babysits for in a cabin nearby here. Postmaster O'Malley told me." Karen urged.
"You must be mistaken dear. She has two sons, one named Glenn and the other named Mark. Ah---I see you must mean Glenn." Miss Lily finally realized. Then she started searching for the number.
"I don't understand, he said his name was Logan. But several people have acted as if that name wasn't right? What's the deal? Oh never mind, just hurry." Karen pondered aloud.
Finally, Miss Lily found the number and called Glenn. Thankfully, he was there and answered the phone rather quickly. "I'm going back over to see if I can find a way inside to help her." Karen told Miss Lily.
Karen returned to the Jacobs residence and peered through the living room window again. Lucille still hadn't moved a bit. She tried the window and thankfully it was unlocked. Karen went inside and confirmed her fears that Lucille was indeed not breathing. There was however a faint pulse which gave Karen hope. She hurriedly recalled her CPR training course that she had taken five years ago and went to work on the older woman.
Why isn't there any hospitals around this place! Karen cried in frustration.
After about twenty minutes or so, a large blue Ford extended cab pulled up in the drive. Karen leaned out the open window and yelled to the driver to come quickly. She then returned to her attempts to save Lucille's life. It wasn't long before the startled driver had unlocked the house door and came into the room. A small boy walked anxiously behind him.
The man was very tall and had long blackish hair. He wore a simple black tee-shirt over a heavily tattooed and muscular physique. He looks just like Logan.uh.Glenn. This has got to be the other brother, Mark. Thank God! If I remember right, Glenn's cabin is almost an hour away too. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Mark demanded abruptly. Then he softened when he saw Karen's tears. "What's wrong? What's happened?"
"I'm sorry sir. Lucille asked me to come over and see her. When I got here though she didn't answer the door. So I looked in through the living room window and saw her lying here. Please you've got to help her I think she's had a heart attack."
"Oh my God!" Mark went pale and broke into a run for the house. Then he called over his shoulder. "Has anyone called the ambulance?"
"Yes, Miss Lily did that right away!" Karen called after him.
"What's wrong with Grandma?" Asked a very frightened little boy who was starting to cry..
About twenty minutes later, the ambulance came screaming up the street. The paramedics took over the CPR and in a few more minutes they had Lucille breathing on her own weakly. They loaded Lucille onto an ambulance. They said only one person could ride with so Karen volunteered to watch Vincent while Mark rode in.
"When my brother gets here, he'll take care of Vincent. Thanks Miss ?" Mark said gratefully. "What is your name?"
"It's Karen. It's no trouble at all. You just go, I'll be praying for her." Karen assured him.
About one minute after the ambulance left, Glenn pulled into the driveway. He raced into the living room and little Vincent ran to his uncle. He wrapped his little arms tightly around Glenn's leg and sobbed loudly.
"What's happened?" Glenn asked confusedly.
"Your mother's had a heart attack. They've taken her to the hospital. Mark rode with them. I'm assuming you know where they've gone." Karen informed him.
"How? What? Why were you here?" Glenn asked.
"I realized I had forgotten to return your clothes I borrowed and the postmaster referred me to her." Karen began. "Ugh.it's a long story, I'll explain later. You've got to get to the hospital now!"
"Yeah! You're right." Glenn snapped into reality. "Listen, could you uh..? Ummm?"
"What is it?" Karen prodded.
"Uh, they might not allow the kids to go in the ER, can you watch them for just a little while?" Glenn asked akwardly.
"Certainly." Karen consented.
"Noooo! Don't leave me Uncle Glenn! I want my daddy!" Wailed Vincent.
"Uh.can you come with us?" Glenn tried.
"I'll help in any way I can." Karen replied.
"We'll use Mom's Jeep since the truck only seats three." Glenn decided. "Let me just go get the keys."
The four got in the Jeep as quickly as they could. Karen sat up front while the two boys sat in the back.
"Thanks again Miss Karen. I'm sorry you've gotten stuck in the middle of this." Glenn said as they drove.
"No trouble at all. It's the least I can do after how you've helped me." Karen smiled weakly.
They drove the rest of the way to the hospital in silence. Glenn's fear was etched firmly on his face. Karen felt bad for him and helpless at the same time. As they were driving though, Karen noticed something interesting. There was one of those WWF air fresheners hanging off the rearview mirror. She couldn't quite put her finger on whom, but the figure on the device struck her as very familiar. The man on it appeared tall and well built. He had long raven black hair and a goatee. On his arms were many ornate colored tattoos. He had a black shirt on in the picture. The caption read simply, "The Undertaker."
Glenn noticed her staring at the image. He cleared his throat and asked quietly, "What's the matter?"
"Uh.nothing.uh.this guy.he looks really familiar to me." Karen managed while the wheels in her brain turned in high gear.
"You watch the WWF on TV?" Glenn asked. "He's one of their wrestlers." Oh God, she's seconds away from figuring it out. I hope to God she's not a reporter or something.
"No I don't watch it sorry." Karen apologized. "I can't shake this feeling I've seen him somewhere el- - - - Oh my gosh! That's it! He's your brother isn't he?"
"Oh no I was afraid of this! Please tell me you're not a reporter just looking for a scoop." Glenn pleaded as he drove.
"No I'm not, there's no need to worry." Karen assured him. "I've just never met anyone like that before." Then she gave Glenn a questioning look, "Is that why you told me your name was Logan before? To protect Mark's identity?"
"Uh. yeah. Sorry, we've had several run ins with crazy fans." Glenn explained. "That's why we uh.. he lives out here in the middle of nowhere, so that he has some peace."
"I see. Well trust me; the last thing I want to do is expose someone else's secrets. I've got enough of my own troubles right now. I can't afford to attract any kind of attention." Karen told him.
"The family appreciates that Miss Karen." Glenn thanked her. "Thanks for helping us out today too, okay?"
"Enough with the thanks already, it's really the least I can do." Karen returned with a smile.
Just then the hospital came into sight and everyone in the vehicle fell silent. Glenn parked the car quickly and they walked up to the emergency entrance. Inside, the receptionist told them that the children would have to stay in the waiting room. Glenn said good bye to them both, told them to listen to 'Miss Karen' and said they see each other soon. Karen took the little boys to the area where the nurse directed them. Thankfully, since the little boys had each others company they seemed to be a little calmer. They quickly ran over to the little toybox in the corner and went to playing as only children can. Meanwhile Karen bowed her head in earnest prayer for the family of strangers that she barely knew. She was still deep in prayer when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. Karen finished her prayer and looked up to see Mark standing there with tears still in his eyes.
"How is she?" Karen asked quietly.
"They said it's too early to tell but they think she's got a better chance thanks to you. If you hadn't shown up when you did and started the CPR, she wou.." The tall man broke down crying out loud now.
Karen felt helpless so she just reached out in silence and squeezed his hand gently.
"Thanks ma'am." Mark looked at her. "Daddy!" Vincent ran over to him and put his arms out for a hug.
