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THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME
Late that very night, Chris and Lori arrived back in Union. Lori said little on the long drive; she had been replaying the conversation with her father over and over in her mind. Chris noted her silence and wished he could think of the right words to help her.
"Here let me get the door for you," Chris suggested when she found herself to weak to push it open.
"Thanks," Lori looked at him with fresh tears brewing.
"Got your key ready?" He asked.
"Here," Lori handed it to him.
Since Lori's leg required stitches it hurt to put weight on it. Chris saw her wince as she stepped out onto the pavement.
"Here let me carry you," He offered not wanting her to be in pain.
"Thanks Chris," She gave him a sleepy smile.
"I think you should go straight to bed missy," Chris observed and took her to her room.
"What do you need me to get you?" Chris asked nodding towards her dresser.
"Top middle drawer," Lori pointed, "Get me a big nightshirt."
"This one?" Chris held up a blue paw-printed number.
"Yeah, that'll do," Lori nodded then reddened thinking of what else she would need.
"What?" Chris chuckled.
"Can you get in the drawer below that one and get me some clean pants?" Lori looked at him sheepishly.
"Sure Hon," Chris laughed and pulled out a black pair.
"Thanks Chris," Lori responded, "Now get out so I can change."
"Sure," Chris replied and then added, "I'm going to drive over to the hotel and pick up my stuff. Will you be all right for a few minutes?"
"I'll be in dreamland, take my keys and lock the door," Lori assured him then asked quietly, "Chris, when you get back, come stay with me please?"
"Sure baby," Chris nodded and pulled the door closed.
Chris drove the distance to the hotel and checked out. Then decided to stop out an all night grocery store for some breakfast items on his way back. Perusing the aisles, he finally settled on some fixings to make a large breakfast that he hoped she'd like. Confused about the variety of options available he finally settled on pancakes and picked out a box mix for the chocolate chip kind. Then he stopped at the meats and picked up bacon, sausage, and eggs. Next he grabbed a big bottle of orange juice remembering that it was good for Lori and the baby. Feeling satisfied with the assortment of food, he headed for the flower department. There he found a big arrangement of delicate peach blooms. He checked out, thankfully the cashier didn't recognize him and he escaped quickly with his purchases. Arriving back at the apartment, he unloaded the groceries and tried to be really quiet about it so as not to disturb Lori. Angel came out to investigate the miscellaneous parcels. The cat was particularly interested in the eggs and somehow had managed to open the carton and knocked three of them out onto the floor.
"Hey fella," Chris chided softly picking him up, "You stay out of there."
Angel hissed angrily and gave Chris a prompt scratch to the nose.
"Ouch, you little brat," Chris scolded and set him down.
The cat promptly sat down with his back to Chris and began washing his nether regions. Chris had never really been around a cat but gathered he was being insulted.
"Yeah well, that's just too bad buddy," He remarked and finished storing the groceries.
Chris went to the bathroom to check out his nose. Finding the scratch wasn't deep, he decided to just rinse it with soap and water. Next he headed back to Lori's room. Thankfully, she was right where he'd left her, apparently sleeping peacefully by her deep breathing. He peeled down to his boxers and spread a blanket on the floor beside the bed.
"Chris?" Lori stirred. "Yeah honey, it's me," Chris kissed her forehead. "Go back to sleep."
"You don't have to sleep on the floor," Lori told him.
"It's okay, I don't mind," Chris told her.
"Please hold me," Lori begged.
"All right," He breathed and got into the bed beside her. He cuddled up behind her and held her in his arms, "This better?"
"Yeah," Lori replied already drifting back to sleep.
In the morning, Chris woke early and headed out to the kitchen to work on his surprise. He was mortified at the sight that greeted him in the kitchen. Apparently, the cat had exacted some additional revenge on Chris during the night. The roses he'd carefully selected lay mangled and scattered across the floor. Chris surveyed the rubble and saw only one rose that had remained intact. The culprit was nowhere to be found.
"Darn cat," Chris muttered bitterly and began to clean up the mess.
He found a vase in the cupboard and placed the surviving flower in it. He was just putting the finishing touches on the meal when Angel made his appearance. He stalked towards his food bowl with his tail lashing. He shot Chris a glance and meowed a complaint.
"You ruin my flowers then expect me to feed you?" Chris stared incredulously at the cat. "Saucy Jack has nothing on you," he remarked in reference to one of his ferrets.
Just then, Lori's phone began to ring. Chris quickly went to answer it.
"Hello, Ford residence?" He answered.
"Hello, is Lori there?" Came an adult male voice.
"Yeah, she's asleep right now," Chris informed the caller, "Who's this?"
"This is her boss, Luke Danners," he sounded annoyed. "She never showed up for work yesterday and was supposed to be here an hour ago."
'Oh no,' Chris realized no one had called her work and scrambled to explain the situation. "Mr. Danners, she was injured badly on Monday and had to be hospitalized. I guess during all the confusion, you were not notified."
"I see," Mr. Danners didn't sound very sympathetic of the situation, "Well, will she be able to come in today?"
"No sir, the doctor told her she needs to stay at home for two weeks," Chris explained. "She's pretty weak and needs time to recover."
"Well, she's going to need to come in and fill out some paperwork or else I will be forced to terminate her employment," Mr. Danners said coldly, "Please relay that message. Goodbye." -click-
"What an a-hole," Chris remarked dryly and went back to his tray.
"STUPID CAT!" He bellowed in rage when he saw Angel had struck again.
This time the cat had destroyed his carefully prepared breakfast tray. The pancakes lay in pieces across the countertop. The orange juice lay spilled and was dripping off the edge. The eggs were strewn everywhere and the bacon was MIA
"I hope you choke on it, Furball," He eyed the feline crouched with his stolen booty under the table.
The cat just looked at him and meowed, you could swear the cat was laughing.
"What on earth is going on out here?" Lori came limping into the disaster zone.
"That.that.demon ruined everything," Chris fumed and pointed angrily at the offending beast.
Lori looked at Angel and instantly burst out laughing herself.
THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME
Late that very night, Chris and Lori arrived back in Union. Lori said little on the long drive; she had been replaying the conversation with her father over and over in her mind. Chris noted her silence and wished he could think of the right words to help her.
"Here let me get the door for you," Chris suggested when she found herself to weak to push it open.
"Thanks," Lori looked at him with fresh tears brewing.
"Got your key ready?" He asked.
"Here," Lori handed it to him.
Since Lori's leg required stitches it hurt to put weight on it. Chris saw her wince as she stepped out onto the pavement.
"Here let me carry you," He offered not wanting her to be in pain.
"Thanks Chris," She gave him a sleepy smile.
"I think you should go straight to bed missy," Chris observed and took her to her room.
"What do you need me to get you?" Chris asked nodding towards her dresser.
"Top middle drawer," Lori pointed, "Get me a big nightshirt."
"This one?" Chris held up a blue paw-printed number.
"Yeah, that'll do," Lori nodded then reddened thinking of what else she would need.
"What?" Chris chuckled.
"Can you get in the drawer below that one and get me some clean pants?" Lori looked at him sheepishly.
"Sure Hon," Chris laughed and pulled out a black pair.
"Thanks Chris," Lori responded, "Now get out so I can change."
"Sure," Chris replied and then added, "I'm going to drive over to the hotel and pick up my stuff. Will you be all right for a few minutes?"
"I'll be in dreamland, take my keys and lock the door," Lori assured him then asked quietly, "Chris, when you get back, come stay with me please?"
"Sure baby," Chris nodded and pulled the door closed.
Chris drove the distance to the hotel and checked out. Then decided to stop out an all night grocery store for some breakfast items on his way back. Perusing the aisles, he finally settled on some fixings to make a large breakfast that he hoped she'd like. Confused about the variety of options available he finally settled on pancakes and picked out a box mix for the chocolate chip kind. Then he stopped at the meats and picked up bacon, sausage, and eggs. Next he grabbed a big bottle of orange juice remembering that it was good for Lori and the baby. Feeling satisfied with the assortment of food, he headed for the flower department. There he found a big arrangement of delicate peach blooms. He checked out, thankfully the cashier didn't recognize him and he escaped quickly with his purchases. Arriving back at the apartment, he unloaded the groceries and tried to be really quiet about it so as not to disturb Lori. Angel came out to investigate the miscellaneous parcels. The cat was particularly interested in the eggs and somehow had managed to open the carton and knocked three of them out onto the floor.
"Hey fella," Chris chided softly picking him up, "You stay out of there."
Angel hissed angrily and gave Chris a prompt scratch to the nose.
"Ouch, you little brat," Chris scolded and set him down.
The cat promptly sat down with his back to Chris and began washing his nether regions. Chris had never really been around a cat but gathered he was being insulted.
"Yeah well, that's just too bad buddy," He remarked and finished storing the groceries.
Chris went to the bathroom to check out his nose. Finding the scratch wasn't deep, he decided to just rinse it with soap and water. Next he headed back to Lori's room. Thankfully, she was right where he'd left her, apparently sleeping peacefully by her deep breathing. He peeled down to his boxers and spread a blanket on the floor beside the bed.
"Chris?" Lori stirred. "Yeah honey, it's me," Chris kissed her forehead. "Go back to sleep."
"You don't have to sleep on the floor," Lori told him.
"It's okay, I don't mind," Chris told her.
"Please hold me," Lori begged.
"All right," He breathed and got into the bed beside her. He cuddled up behind her and held her in his arms, "This better?"
"Yeah," Lori replied already drifting back to sleep.
In the morning, Chris woke early and headed out to the kitchen to work on his surprise. He was mortified at the sight that greeted him in the kitchen. Apparently, the cat had exacted some additional revenge on Chris during the night. The roses he'd carefully selected lay mangled and scattered across the floor. Chris surveyed the rubble and saw only one rose that had remained intact. The culprit was nowhere to be found.
"Darn cat," Chris muttered bitterly and began to clean up the mess.
He found a vase in the cupboard and placed the surviving flower in it. He was just putting the finishing touches on the meal when Angel made his appearance. He stalked towards his food bowl with his tail lashing. He shot Chris a glance and meowed a complaint.
"You ruin my flowers then expect me to feed you?" Chris stared incredulously at the cat. "Saucy Jack has nothing on you," he remarked in reference to one of his ferrets.
Just then, Lori's phone began to ring. Chris quickly went to answer it.
"Hello, Ford residence?" He answered.
"Hello, is Lori there?" Came an adult male voice.
"Yeah, she's asleep right now," Chris informed the caller, "Who's this?"
"This is her boss, Luke Danners," he sounded annoyed. "She never showed up for work yesterday and was supposed to be here an hour ago."
'Oh no,' Chris realized no one had called her work and scrambled to explain the situation. "Mr. Danners, she was injured badly on Monday and had to be hospitalized. I guess during all the confusion, you were not notified."
"I see," Mr. Danners didn't sound very sympathetic of the situation, "Well, will she be able to come in today?"
"No sir, the doctor told her she needs to stay at home for two weeks," Chris explained. "She's pretty weak and needs time to recover."
"Well, she's going to need to come in and fill out some paperwork or else I will be forced to terminate her employment," Mr. Danners said coldly, "Please relay that message. Goodbye." -click-
"What an a-hole," Chris remarked dryly and went back to his tray.
"STUPID CAT!" He bellowed in rage when he saw Angel had struck again.
This time the cat had destroyed his carefully prepared breakfast tray. The pancakes lay in pieces across the countertop. The orange juice lay spilled and was dripping off the edge. The eggs were strewn everywhere and the bacon was MIA
"I hope you choke on it, Furball," He eyed the feline crouched with his stolen booty under the table.
The cat just looked at him and meowed, you could swear the cat was laughing.
"What on earth is going on out here?" Lori came limping into the disaster zone.
"That.that.demon ruined everything," Chris fumed and pointed angrily at the offending beast.
Lori looked at Angel and instantly burst out laughing herself.