Author's note: Okay, I'm thinking just a few more chapters, cause I'm starting to run out of ideas.

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Joan walked in as her brother hung up the phone. "Did you just called Luke?" Joan asked, wondering why a smile was plastered on her brother's face.

"Yup."

"And what did he have to say?" Joan asked, still confused at the smile.

"It's more of what he didn't say that's making me smile..."

Joan spied Kevin suspiciously. "What do you mean?"

"Never mind." He wheeled away leaving Joan more confused than ever.

Joan shook her head. And her family thought she was crazy...

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Joan sat on the sofa a turned on the television. She flipped through the channels till she found a movie on. Five minutes into the movie, though, the doorbell rang. Knowing no one else was home, Joan jumped up to get it. "Coming!" she yelled.

Opening the door, a man stood before her. She recognized the man right away. "Hello Mr. Polanski. How are you?" Joan asked, moving away from the door to let him walk by. Gingerly, he walked into the house, looking around nervously as if he knew something was going to pop out at him.

"Do you know where my daughter is?"

Joan bit her lip. She should lie to him, or tell him the truth, which would make both Grace and Luke angry at her. "I'm sorry sir, but I don't know where she went. All I know is that she's with my brother."

"In North Carolina," the rabbi answered. "She told us that much."

Joan nodded. She could tell that he was as troubled as her parents were, and probably approved even less to his only daughter and her boyfriend alone somewhere. "All we got was that they were safe and had enough money and that they would be coming home soon. Probably in the next few weeks."

"Good, good. That's good," he said, not really seeming aware of what he had said. Overcome with worry was what Joan suspected.

"If Grace calls, or Luke for that matter, I'll be sure to tell her to call you. I'm sure she will eventually."

"Yes, thank you. Please call me if anything comes that has to do with my daughter. I would very much appreciate it." He began walking towards the door before turning around to add, "If your brother so much as touched my daughter in an inappropriate matter, I shall hurt him."

Joan was going to retort that her brother wasn't like that, but Mr Polanksi left without another word. "How rude!" Joan muttered.

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George packed up his belongings and sighed. He rubbed his face a few times, before signing the discharge papers that the doctor had left on his bed. He was going home, but not for a friendly visit. George had talked to the doctors on the phone and they seemed hopeful of a ful recovery, but they couldn't wait any longer. George had given them consent to start whatever treatment necessary, but he still had to give ID, to prove that he was in fact George Spencer.

He grabbed his bag, and the papers on the bed, and left to the nurses station.

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George pulled into the Girardi's driveway, the house looking inviting to him. He knocked on the door, swinging on the balls of his feet. Joan opened the door with a smile. "George! Hey! What are you doing here?"

"I was... uh... actually looking for you," he said, a faint blush creeping on his face.

"What for?" Joan asked, aware at his discomfort. "Is this about your grandmother?"

George hesitated but nodded. "I, well only if you want, hoped you come with me?"

Joan nearly burst out laughing. Her parents weren't going to let her leave, especially with a guy as a companion. Since Luke left, her parents have been extra protective of her and Kevin, making sure they called every hour to prove they were alright. 'I'm sorry George, but my parents wouldn't allow me."

"But if Kevin came along also? We could tell your parents that we're going to pick up your brother and his girlfriend at the same time," argued George. Joan thought about it. She would have to call the couple at the cabin, but she didn't see a problem.

"Let me call Luke and see if it's okay, alright? We could probably stay there a few days to visit your grandmother and stuff too," Joan suggested as she picked up the phone and dialed the number.

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"Race ya!" Grace yelled as she and Luke ran from the dock, still wet from their swim.

They both squeezed in the door at the same time but Grace, being a bit more stronger than Luke, pushed him aside and ran to the counter. "I win! In your face!" she said, breathing heavily. Luke leaned against the counter next to her.

"What do you win?" he asked.

"This..." Grace leaned in to kiss Luke, but instead she started tickling him.

"Ah! Grace," he laughed, "stop!"

Grace continued tickling him until the shrill ring of the phone interrupted them. "I'll get it!" yelled Luke, the ringing of the phone having distracted Grace just long enough for Luke to get away.

"Hello?" Luke asked, picking up the phone. He was still chuckling and Grace was trying not to laugh.

"Luke? What's wrong with you? And, why do I hear laughing. Is that... Grace? Laughing?" Joan asked, her voice sounding almost panicked.

"Joan, what do you want? Grace and I were just having a bit of fun..."

"Ew! I don't want to know! Maybe I should call back..."

"Nah, you called, so what do you want?" Luke asked, a smirk on his face.

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After hanging up the phone, Luke turned his attention back to Grace, who was now nibbling on a cookie. "Joan wants to know if she, George and Kevin can spend a few night here while he visits his grandmother in the hospital," Luke said, grabbing a cookie from the bag in front of Grace.

Grace shrugged. "I guess."

"And we'll probably have to go home after that."

Grace snapped her head up. "What?"

"Yeah, well, we've stayed her for a month now, and we're beginning to run low on money, and food for that matter. And, I promised my parents I would be back before school and all..."

Grace sighed. "Yeah, I guess. My parents are probably worried sick about me. Though, I believe they should suffer a little more," she said. "Oh well."

Luke grinned, raising his eyebrow suggestively. "Yeah, but you know, we still have another week and a half left..."

"If you were anyone else, I would beat the crap out of you," Grace said before she kissed Luke.

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Author's note: Wow, two chapters in two days. I'm impressed!