Chapter 29

"Tom, what bug crawled up your ass?" he demanded. "Don't start with me - this hasn't been my day. I have managed to piss off everyone I know and some I don't. I wouldn't go back to work if I didn't owe my new attorney a public apology. I'd call in and take the rest of the day off and go have a drink."

"Your new attorney isn't there! I just took her home in tears because of what you did to her! How could you have treated Krystal that way!"

"Krystal! Tom, she's not your Krystal is she?" he asked rubbing the back of his neck and pulling over on the side of the road. "Tell me she is not the one and same Krystal!"

"She sure as hell IS! Now where are you? I have an urge to punch you in the nose old buddy! And what the hell is this about you getting her sister pregnant?"

"Tom, remember when we were young bucks and went into that sperm bank? I made a deposit on a bet. Well Krista got it, even though it was marked 'to be used on donor's permission only'," he replied weary from all the excitement from the day. "The new computers screwed up. They gave Krista my sperm and now she is carrying my twins. And, Tom, she's dying! Feel like a drink old buddy?"

"Good god! Hell yes, where should I meet you?"

"McMurphy's is closest to me, how about you?" he asked pulling back on the road.

"Ten minutes!" Tom snapped and closed the phone to concentrate on driving.

Pulling his Escalade in and getting out he walked in and sat at the bar. Looking at the bartender he
ordered, "Kentucky Bourbon, and leave the bottle."

"Yes, Sir," the bartender said, surprised that an Admiral was ordering a bottle while in uniform.

Seven minutes later Tom arrived, "Another glass over here bartender!"

"I guess Krystal isn't too happy with me," said AJ taking a sip of his drink.

"You're lucky I know you like I do, or you'd be bleeding right now! Now how about an explanation that doesn't sound like something out of a soap opera!"

"Hell, Tom, they look identical, and I didn't look at the transfer so it was my fault. I made a fool out of both of us. I owe her an apology and she'll get it. But Krista is dying from bone cancer and won't ask Krystal for help."

"Krystal is a lawyer not a doctor, how can she help?"

"Krista only has a month to have a bone marrow transplant or she'll die. If you know anything about medicine then you know a transplant like that has to be an identical match and twins would. She's afraid that Krystal hates her for running away and won't ask her…that and the fact that it would be dangerous for Krystal," replied AJ draining his glass and reaching for the bottle. "Tom, did I mention that she is carrying my twins. Yeah, with me a twin, and her a twin, what are the odds, right?"

"God, AJ, and I thought I was having an exciting week. We need to get these two together and get this all straightened out...your twin can have the transplant while she's pregnant?"

"Yeah, she can't have the chemo, or it would kill the babies and she refuses to do that. She would rather die than harm the babies. She's amazing, Tom, if only you could meet her. She's a healer. You know that wound I have in my side that bothers me all the time? She stopped the pain almost immediately. It's a shame she can't heal herself," wished AJ taking another sip and looking at Tom.

"She does sound amazing, and why wouldn't I meet her? I mean after all Krystal wants to see her more than anything...it will just kill her to know that she is dying!"

"I assume you have talked to Krystal."

"About what? My head is swimming there is so much going on here..."

To be continued…