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As found in the noodle box...

[NOTE: This is not the final chapter. It may not even be the
next to final chapter. And again there is nothing explicit
here; there's some fun, though. But there will be (there is)
in Chapter 11, and in the final chapter whether that's 11 or 
not.]
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Chapter Ten
Farewell

    My experience taught me something about hospitals: they're
mind-numbingly boring. The first night wasn't too bad, because once the
gang left, I felt incredibly tired, and almost immediately dozed off.
Dr. Howard and a different nurse made an appearance at some point, but
I'm afraid I wasn't a particularly entertaining host. I woke up a couple
of times during the night, and when I did I was hurting, but I don't
think it was the pain that woke me up, and it certainly didn't keep me
awake, because I always went right back to sleep.

    In the morning, a nurse came in and took a few readings of assorted
vital signs, then left. A few minutes later she was back with the news
that I wouldn't be getting breakfast--or lunch, either--because I was
going to be scheduled for surgery right after noon. That took me by
surprise, and I had just asked her why I was getting surgery when Dr.
Howard strolled in with the answer. "Just going to pop you open, take a
look around for leaks, and close up any that are still open; we need to
get you cleaned up, anyway. You won't even know we've been there." I
told him to be sure, and to take inventory before and after. He gave me
a look of surprise, jotted something down in his notes, and mumbled back
to me, "Good idea. I'll pass it on. Wonder why nobody thought of that
before?" Then he grinned, gave me a wave of his clipboard, and left.

    I told the nurse that I didn't want any visitors other than
Roger Collins or Helen Jenkins before seven in the evening. She assured
me that she would make sure it was taken care of. She came back later to
tell me that a Sondra Bethel had come by right after the start of
morning visiting hours at nine o'clock, and had been turned away after a
slight argument; I told her that she was on her way to earning a nice
tip. I couldn't make myself interested in any of the TV channels that
were available, and the only reading material I had was the police
report, so I picked that up and glanced at it. There wasn't much there,
but I did confirm that Sondra's name was spelled the way I thought it
was. I didn't recognize her address, but her insurance company was one I
recognized. It was one of the last-resort places, and she must be paying
ungodly rates already; if they had to pay off on this one, her insurance
rates would be more than payments on a pretty decent car. I wondered
where she thought she was going to get the money to pay me off to keep
it from her insurance company, and why she would bother. The only thing
I could think of was that this one would leave her completely
uninsurable, but surely she could find somebody to insure her for five
years for less than this one would cost her. I wasn't going to ask her.

    I was trying to find something else of interest in the police report
when a casually dressed middle-aged man with white hair and an expensive
tan walked in to my room and introduced himself as Roger Collins,
explaining that he had come in the morning because he had learned when
he called that I would be busy in the afternoon. I wouldn't have
identified him as a lawyer on the basis of dress, but he had the manner.
He got right to business, asking me how much I remembered of the
accident. I told him, such as it was, and he asked if I remembered
anything about what might have been on my right as I was getting hit
from the left. I thought for a second, and told him I had no idea. With
a straight face he informed me that a police car had been stopped at the
red light on my right and had had a ringside seat for the accident. He
let that sink in for a moment, then asked what I would like to go for.

    When he saw me thinking, he suggested that I could ask for perhaps a
half million, and accept perhaps three hundred thousand, since Miss
Bethel probably had no more insurance than that, anyway. Since I was a
friend of a friend, and since this one was a laugher, he would take only
30 percent instead of his usual 40, and I could make an additional
payment on my bar bill. I sighed, and somewhat ruefully explained that
while that was probably the red-blooded, American thing to do, I was
afflicted with a personal character flaw that wouldn't let me do it.
"I'll settle for a new car to replace mine instead of market value on my
old one, and expenses."

    He nodded understandingly, if somewhat regretfully. "Mrs. Jenkins
said that you might take that position. Certainly from Miss Bethel's
point of view, there would be no difference. Whether her insurance
company pays five hundred thousand or five hundred dollars, her
punishment in the form of increased rates will be essentially the same.
And if you have no interest in collecting more than you suggested, that
is your decision. I understand from Mrs. Jenkins that there may be more
punishment in store for Miss Bethel in any case, and I've discussed that
with her." He suppressed a chuckle. "If that is the way you want to
handle it, I'll wait until next week to notify her insurance company of
your claim. How much would you say you will need for your car?
Twenty-five thousand?"

    Principles are great, but what the heck. "Let's make it thirty."

    "Let's make the math easier and make it thirty-five. Get leather
seats or something. Then we'll ask for fifty and they'll sign the check
before you change your mind." He started to leave. "You realize, of
course, that particularly considering your case, you're likely to cause
some raised eyebrows and achieve a modest degree of fame in claims
circles with this." I grinned, and he grinned back, and left.

    Helen called a little after eleven, and I told her about the
lawyer's visit, and about my impending visit to the OR. That was a
mistake; I thought it was no big deal, but she immediately said that she
would cancel her afternoon classes and come right over. At first I
started to tell her not to do it, but I reconsidered and asked her to
bring a couple of paperbacks with her when she came. She said that she
would pick them up on the way over, and hung up.

    They had said surgery "right after noon," and Helen showed up
about ten past, but a couple of minutes later a nurse came in to check
on me and do her nurse things, and she told me that I was scheduled for
five o'clock. I tried to complain about the delay, but she would have
none of it. Helen stuck around--sort of, in her usual out and back
fashion--all afternoon. We chatted about our plans for Sondra and passed
small talk, and I was surprised at how comfortable it all was. They came
for me around four to get me ready, and Helen said they would all see me
later.

    I felt no worse when I woke up than when I went in, which I suppose
made the operation a success. The nurse told me that they had just
mopped up inside, had found the source of the original bleeding, and
that it had stopped so they didn't have to do anything else. After
making her checks, she told me that I had visitors waiting and asked if
I felt like seeing them. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was
after eight o'clock, then asked if Sondra Bethel was among them. She
told me that there were two ladies waiting, one with two girls, the
other somewhat younger. I told her that the lady with the two girls was
family and asked her to tell the other lady that only family and my
attorney would be allowed in now, but that she could visit later if she
wished to wait. She left, closing the door behind her, and a few seconds
later, Ashleigh walked in, trailed by Jenny and Helen. Ashleigh raised
her left hand to show me the set of rings she was wearing, and Jenny was
clearly bursting to talk when Helen shut the door.

    "Larry! She went for it!" Jenny exclaimed. Helen sat in the
chair against the wall, and gave Jenny the floor--or the stage. She used
it, telling and acting out the whole story with relish while Helen said
little or nothing, and Ashleigh contributed only on occasional gleeful
comment.

    Sondra had already been waiting when the others arrived, and
Helen had introduced herself as my attorney, and even produced a card
for her. After initial pleasantries, Helen said that while she probably
shouldn't do it, she would tell Sondra that I was going to be suing for
half a million. The way Jenny told it, Sondra had turned pale and looked
as though she might begin to cry as she started to protest. Helen was
sympathetic, but firm, explaining the circumstances to her. While this
was going on, Ashleigh suddenly jumped up, went to Jenny, and whispered
in her ear. They stepped down the hall, but stayed in Sondra's line of
sight, as they carried on a silent but intense conversation. They came
back in, and Ashleigh then whispered to Helen, and all three went down
the hall for a private conference. After a few minutes, they returned to
Sondra, and Helen told her that there might be an alternative to the
half-million-dollar suit. That got her interest immediately. Helen
mentioned that there might be a possibility of a personal services
contract in lieu of payment for pain and suffering. Jenny said that
Sondra's eyes lit up at that, and that she knew immediately what Helen
was talking about; Ashleigh confirmed the eyes' lighting up, but said
that she thought that Sondra was still clueless at this point. The
questions she asked supported Ashleigh's position, but Jenny said that
she was just playing dumb. Pretty soon, though, Ashleigh jumped in, and
said, "We were just thinking that maybe you could come over and
entertain sometimes." That seemed to clarify things. Sondra asked,
"Entertain? What do you mean by entertain?", but all three witnesses
agreed that at least from this point on, there was no doubt about the
subject of conversation. Without waiting for an answer to her question,
Sondra had glared at Ashleigh and asked menacingly, "How old are you,
anyway?" but Ash just smiled and flashed her rings (borrowed from Helen)
and said, "Maybe not old enough to drive, but old enough for these." And
from that point on, hostile negotiations were underway. And once
negotiations began, Sondra was doomed. As Jenny talked, I thought once
more of the Monopoly game.

    Ashleigh, as my devoted spouse, took the lead in bargaining,
with Helen contributing appropriate legalese at points, and Jenny
offering suggestions to both sides. At first, Sondra appeared to think
that they were talking about a single romp, and she was indignant
anyway. But she didn't stop talking. Then it became clear that they were
talking about a long-term engagement, and Sondra was shocked and
indignant. But she didn't stop talking. Ashleigh offered two years at
three to four times a week, which stunned Sondra. But she didn't stop
talking. She did protest, though, that two years was entirely too long.
Ashleigh sympathized with her, but said that we had a two-year
requirement, and we didn't want to have to make new arrangements in the
middle. Sondra said that sounded reasonable. Ashleigh immediately
accepted the reasonableness of a two-year contract, and offered to
negotiate frequency of performance. Before she knew it, Sondra was
discussing frequency. She was adamant that three to four times a week
was unreasonable, and would seriously interfere with her life. Jenny
suggested to Ashleigh that perhaps she could come down a little, then
took her aside and whispered to her again. When they came back, Ashleigh
offered at least once a week, not more than three times per week, at
least six times, not more than eleven times per calendar month. Sondra
insisted on schedules at least three weeks in advance, and not more than
nine times a month. Ashleigh offered one week advance scheduling for
single engagement weeks, two weeks in advance for doubles, and three
weeks in advance for triples, not more than ten times a month, not more
than a hundred fifteen times a year. Sondra thought about it. She stood
up and paced back and forth across the waiting room a couple of times,
stopping and looking out the window. Then she came back and stuck out
her hand. Ashleigh shook it. Helen said she would get the papers drawn
up, and Jenny said, "Wow. That's more than two thousand dollars a shot!
That's not bad at all." And Sondra smiled. They were all sitting around
chatting like old friends when the nurse came to invite the family and
attorney in.

    Jenny's performance had taken up a fair amount of time, and we
spent a little more going over our approach for the next stage, and on
casual chatter. Then Helen announced, "Places, everyone." I lay back,
looking tired and miserable; the acting required was well within my
range. Jenny sat on the bed where she had been the night before with her
hand resting on my thigh, and Ashleigh stood slightly away from the bed.
Helen opened the door and called, "Miss Bethel, would you join us,
please?"

    Sondra entered almost in a daze. She looked rather pale, and her
smile was a little stiff. Helen told her that they were ready to present
the agreement for my approval, and Sondra nodded her understanding.
Helen turned to me and began her spiel. "Mr. Palmer, Miss Bethel has
proposed a settlement for your case. Mrs. Palmer has discussed it with
her and I believe that they have arrived at a fair and reasonable
position. I'll describe the broad outlines of the settlement they have
agreed, and then we can try and clarify any questions you might have."
She paused, and I nodded and weakly asked her to go on. "Miss Bethel, in
full settlement of any pain and suffering claims which you might bring
against her, will provide you with personal services on a regular basis
for a period of two years. Services will be provided each week,
averaging a bit more than twice a week. There are specific numbers
agreed which we can discuss if you like."

    I broke in with, "No. I don't think I can do that." Sondra looked
suddenly crestfallen. The girls had done excellent work.

    Ashleigh burst out, "Honey! Why not? We worked so hard to put
this one together for you. You know Jenny is going to have to leave in a
couple of weeks. We have to find somebody. You know that with school and
all I can't handle everything every day by myself. I'm going to have to
do a little extra anyway, but we're still going to need someone to fill
in. And Sondra--Miss Bethel--would do a very nice job, I'm sure." Sondra
tried to smile fetchingly. She didn't succeed. Jenny patted my leg.

    "But honey, she almost killed me. I would be thinking about that
all the time. I'm not sure that it would work at all."

    "Larry, sometimes you're just too picky. Look at her. Stand up,
Sondra. Isn't she pretty? She could help you forget about the accident,
I know. See? She's got almost exactly the kind of body you like, too.
And it's all natural, too, isn't it, Sondra?"

    Sondra looked a little flustered, but responded, "Well, there's
no padding or anything, if that's what you mean. But I am wearing a
Wonder Bra. I really don't need it, though." She looked for an instant
as though she was considering offering to take it off.

    Ashleigh pressed the attack. "See? We really need somebody, and
she's offered to help out. I think it's a great opportunity. I don't see
how you can pass it up. I don't know what we're going to do if you let
her go."

    "I know, honey. I know. But I just don't think it would work
out. Maybe with the settlement money we could find somebody else."

    "Oh, Larry! You're just not thinking. It could be months and months
before we get the settlement money, and we need somebody now. You know
we've been looking around and we haven't been able to find anybody you
like. You didn't like the girls Jenny brought over, and I can understand
that. I know they weren't your type. But honey, look at her! She is your
type! I know you would like her just fine if you could get over this
silly hang up. I think we've worked out a deal that would really be good
for all of us; please don't throw it away! At least don't say 'no' now.
I know you're tired and upset and not thinking clearly now. But you'll
be home in a few days, and you should at least give her a chance. I'll
bet she'll surprise you!"

    Plainly exhausted, I struggled to get out a weak, "I don't know,
honey. I just don't think so." Jenny patted me on the thigh.

    Exasperated, Ashleigh said, "Jenny, you stay here with him." Then to
the others, "Can we talk outside?" And Helen, Sondra, and Ashleigh left
the room.

    As soon as the door was closed, Jenny leaped into the air, punched
her fist skyward, and hissed, "Yes!" When she landed, she dropped to her
knees and folded her arms on the side of the bed next to me. "Did you
see the look on her face? She looked like she was about to lose the
greatest deal of all time! Can you believe it?"

    I started to sit up, but was immediately aware that I had in
fact just got out of surgery, and fell back to turn a little more
gingerly. "You guys are unbelievable. I'm glad I'm not on the other side
of the table from you." I leaned forward enough to plant a light kiss on
her forehead. She blushed. Amazing.

    Helen and Ashleigh returned with the devil in their eyes. "We've
got her, Larry," Ashleigh exulted. "We told her not to give up hope,
that we would convince you, and to come back tomorrow night. Your
attorney here is going to bring the papers for her to sign, and we
promised her that we would do everything possible to get your signature
no later than next Wednesday. And get this. She offered to come over
next week and try and convince you herself, just like I said. I said
that I thought that would be a great help, and that we'd let her know
when she should come and where you would be, and then I gave her some
suggestions on how she could make a good impression."

    "You were very convincing, Ashleigh," Helen added. "You even had
me believing it. She has you pegged, Larry, I couldn't have done better
myself." She tried to keep a straight face, but broke out laughing as
she continued, "By the way, where did you get those suggestions, hm?"
Ashleigh beamed.

    Then a nurse walked in and shoed the others out. They promised
they would be back the next day, and left.

    Wednesday I was on my own most of the day and split my time between
dozing and reading the books Helen had brought. Ashleigh and Jenny came
in a taxi straight from school a little after three, and Helen arrived
an hour or so later. Right at seven, a nurse who knew my rules said that
Sondra Bethel had arrived and wanted to know if she could see me. Helen
said that she would talk to her outside, picked up her briefcase, and
left. She was back in fifteen or twenty minutes and showed off six
originals of a very official looking contract, each signed by Sondra
Bethel. She said that she had suggested that Sondra not come by the
hospital anymore, that she would call her with instructions about her
visit next week, and that she should call if she had any questions.

    We spent a good part of the rest of the evening laughing about
Sondra's state of mind over the next week. The subject we all avoided
was Ashleigh's move. But as the end of visiting hours approached, the
conversation lagged, and I think that awareness of the move was
responsible. When the girls said goodbye for the night, the mood was
somber.

    On Thursday morning, the nurse informed me that barring any
unexpected developments I would be able to leave on Friday. Perfect
timing, I thought ruefully. Thursday was Ashleigh's last day, of course,
and she and Jenny again came straight from school. The girls both sat on
the side of my bed while we talked about the things we had shared over
the past months. Ashleigh was sitting very close, and I could feel the
warmth of her body. When I thought about what I had missed, I was
tempted to call Roger back and tell him to go for the whole bundle.

    A little after five, Helen arrived, and the girls stood up--not
hurriedly. I gave her the news about my imminent release, and she was
ready. "I'm not going to be able to take care of you if you stay in your
apartment, so you're going to have to camp out with us until you can get
around for yourself." I protested, but not enough to win the argument.
She left to find out what needed to be done to spring me on Friday, and
as soon as she left the room Jenny and Ashleigh began a discussion of
the best ways to take care of me while I was convalescing, but their
hearts weren't in it, and it soon faded to nothing.

    When Helen returned, we all fell into gentle reminiscences. Shortly
after eight, Helen asked Jenny to come with her while she took care of
some things. I watched closely, but didn't see any recognizable gestures
from either as they left the room.

    As they left, Ashleigh came to me and took both my hands in
hers. She again sat down on the bed next to me, and for a moment said
nothing, just smiled down at me. I didn't say anything, either, but it
wasn't because I couldn't. I was a little choked up, but nothing I
couldn't have talked through with a little effort; my voice might have
cracked a little if I had tried, but not much. It's just that I didn't
want to say anything. The lump in my throat had absolutely nothing to do
with it. Finally, Ashleigh spoke. "Well, Larry, I guess this is it. At
least for a while." I nodded. I could have said something, but I just
didn't want to. "I won't let you forget me, you know. I'm going to write
to you until you're afraid to check your mail." I nodded. "We've had a
lot of fun together, and I'll never forget that." I nodded. "I'll be
coming back, you know. Maybe pretty soon, just for a visit." I nodded.
"For now, I just want you to get well. I know. I know you don't think
this is a big deal. But I want you to be careful and do what Mrs.
Jenkins tells you." She was looking very serious, and I nodded
seriously. Then she continued, not so seriously, "I'm sure that doing
some of the things she tells you won't be too awful. So enjoy them. And
do what Jenny tells you to--within reason, of course!" She reached up
and pressed her finger against the tip of my nose for emphasis. "And
enjoy that, too. And maybe sometime when I come back, we can enjoy some
things, too." I nodded and tried to say something, but nothing came out.
She laughed quietly and said, "Silly!" And if she thought I was
clowning, then I might have been. She gently brushed my hair back from
my forehead, leaned over and kissed my eyelid. "Larry, are you hurting?
Are you in much pain?" I shook my head. "If I lie down beside you, can
you hold me for a little while?" I moved over a few inches to make room
for her, and she lay down on top of the sheets, cradling herself in my
arm and putting her arm across me to hold me. "Is this okay? Are you
comfortable?" I nodded; I didn't think she could see me, but I was
pretty sure she could feel the nod. She was silent for a few moments,
then giggled. "Well, at least I'll be able to remember that I shared
your bed at least once." I didn't trust myself to nod, so I just hugged
her close to me. We lay like that for a long time, neither of us saying
anything. I could feel her breath, and feel her breathing, and the soft
rhythm was very relaxing. I could smell the delicate scent of her hair,
and I think I realized for the first time that I didn't know what it
was. If I had felt like talking I think I might have asked her, but I
didn't, and I didn't. I stroked her hair softly, and remembered the last
time I had done that. That time I had wanted to kiss the top of her head
and hadn't. This time I did. She responded with a little hug, and I felt
her lips press against the sheet covering my chest.

    Time passed. We heard voices approaching the door--Helen and Jenny.
They must have been speaking quite loudly, because I hadn't heard
anything before when they were talking outside. Ashleigh stretched,
rolled out of the bed to a standing position and began casually
smoothing her clothes. Helen and Jenny stopped outside the door and
talked for a few seconds, and I moved back over to the middle of the
bed. Jenny and her mother came through the door, leaving it open behind
them.

    "Sorry to leave you alone for so long, kids," Helen apologized,
"we were delayed."

    "That's okay, Mrs. Jenkins," Ashleigh smiled, "Larry and I have
been talking, and I didn't even notice the time."

    "Well, we're going to have to leave." Helen was breaking up the
party. "I'll be by in the morning to try and get you out of here. What
time are you leaving in the morning, Ashleigh?"

    "Our flight leaves around ten, so we'll have to leave the house
pretty early."

    "I guess you'd better say goodbye to Larry tonight, then."

    "Yes, I suppose so." She bent over, placed her hands on my
shoulders, and gave me a long, lingering kiss on the lips. In the
distance I heard a "Woooo . . ." from Jenny that was cut off abruptly.
My head was spinning as Ashleigh straightened up and said softly, "Au
revoir, Larry . . ." I could have said something if I had wanted to, but
I just waved my hand. Ashleigh placed her thumb on my cheek and I felt
her wipe away a drop of sweat or something.

    I heard Helen say softly, "Come on, Ashleigh," and I looked up
to see her put her arm around Ashleigh's shoulders and walk her toward
the door. Jenny was already gone, and neither Helen nor Ashleigh looked
back as they walked through the door, closing it behind them.

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