Chapter Three

1430
Rabb Farm
Belleville, Pennsylvania

Harm heard the spin of the gravel underneath his tires when he pulled up to his grandmother's farm. The lawyer said that he was going to meet Harm at 1700 to go over her will and last wishes.

The dog heard the sound of the tires and perked up. Harm heard the one year old dog bark, and that was the only thing that broke him out of his revere. "Hey there Luna." He patted the golden retriever on her head. "Let's go see if I need to go to the store for the next couple of days." He unlocked his grandmother's front door and dropped his bag. He looked at the stairs and sat. His grandmother's house was his favorite place in the world. It is where he was able to find peace when the world around him was falling to pieces. He breathed in the scent that always seemed to fill the house, apple pie.

He walked from room to room making sure that the memories he felt was still intact, he saw the old fire place which his grandmother insisted on keeping wood-burning when he had offered to pay someone to put in the gas logs.

"Harmon, why would you fix something that wasn't broken?" She would say to him. Oh, he could still hear her voice in his mind. What he wouldn't give just to hear her voice one last time. He could have driven up so many times in the weekend, but he just never found the time, but yet sometimes he felt he had all the time in the world.

He walked into the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator. It smelled like something was rotting. He proceeded to clean the entire refrigerator and then made a list of things that he needed to buy so he could feed the people that would come to mourn his grandmother's loss.

There was a loud knock on the door which caused Luna to go crazy. "Luna, chill!" Harm exclaimed as he opened the door and let in the lawyer.

"Mr. Rabb?"

"You can call me Harm. Please, sit down. Can I offer you something to drink, I bought some Snapples from the 7-Eleven."

"Thank you Harm. Call me Jon. I am here concerning your grandmother's last wishes. Harm, your grandmother wanted the farm to go to you, whenever you are ready for it, lock stock and barrel. She has five thousand dollars set aside for a man named Sergei Zhukov and several other items for him. Do you know who he is?"

"He is my half-brother. He lives in Russia. He is flying in tomorrow night, I have to go pick him up."

"She also gave me this key to give to you. I don't know what it is for, but she said that you would know."

Harm smiled. "Thank you Jon. I think I do know what it is for."

"You know that your grandmother is a very special woman."

"How did you know her other than being her lawyer?"

"You probably don't recognize me. I am little Jonathan Moyer from the next farm over."

"Little Johnny Moyer, I haven't seen you since I left for the academy. You were what, six when I left?"

"Yes sir, you were my idol. I just passed the bar, and now I am practicing. I came back here, and Grams wanted me to help write her will. I couldn't deny her, after all she was the woman who fixed my scrapped knees year after year. She had a way of making everyone feel good about themselves."

"I know she did, I know she did."

"Well Harm, it was good seeing you again. Your grandmother told me you ended up becoming a pilot and a lawyer for the Navy. She was very proud of you, heck I think the whole town is proud of you."

Harm smiled at the young man standing in front of him, "I wouldn't go that far to say that now."

"I would. Harm, we all feel your pain."

"Thanks Jon. I have to get going to get ready for the reception in a couple of days."

"If you need any help, here is my card."

"Thanks Jon, I really appreciate it."

"No problem Harm, you are from one of the original founding fathers' of Belleville, I think the whole town is going to try to help you out this week."

Harm gave him a weak smile and escorted him out to the car. Just as he was getting into the Lexus, his phone rang. "Rabb."

"How are you doing Flyboy?"

"Hanging in there Mac, hanging in there. I have to pick up Sergei tomorrow from the airport, Gram's preacher is meeting with me tomorrow night concerning the services, I am just so overwhelmed."

"Sounds like you could use a friend to talk to about now."

"I really could Mac." He answered her turning over the engine and listening to a Frank Sinatra song. "I miss her so much. Can you hold on, someone just pulled into Gram's drive." He got out of the car and immediately recognized the cherry red corvette pulling into the drive. He ran out to her and threw his arms around her. "I really needed you."

Mac was shocked at his words but happy that he was finally able to express them after all these years. "Hey, Flyboy. Don't crush me now. I was able to convince the admiral that he could spare me for the next couple of days, so I will be here for you. Now, let's go to the grocery store and stock up her kitchen for you. I mean, when I called you a stickboy, I really wasn't that far off the mark now was I."

Harm looked down at his appearance. "Hey, I didn't think I was all that bad."

"What did your grandmother think?"

"That I needed to gain weight. Every time I had break, I would spend it with Grams, she would then harp on me about my weight, and how much weight I was losing during school, and then she would ask me about the women I was dating at the time."

"I bet you brought a lot of them up here."

"Nope, you are the first and only woman to be up here with me."

"Are you upset that I came? I mean I got the directions off the internet since you left the letter at my place this morning."

"Mac, its fine. I had always hoped that you would come up here with me one day to meet one of the most important women of my life, only I was too lazy to get my head out of my six to do it."

She hugged him, "Don't go beating yourself up with the what ifs. Trust me, I have been there done that, and you really don't need to do it. Now, where is the nearest grocery store?"

"Can we put it off until Wednesday? There should be plenty of food in the house until then, all we need is milk and eggs, and I can get that from the closest bakery."

"Sure Harm, why?"

"I want to take you into town for dinner tonight. Jesse's has the best dinner. It was mine and Gram's favorite place."

"Sounds great Harm." Mac said smiling.