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Date Posted: 19:32:53 03/05/01 Mon
Author: Lakota
Subject: Waiting for You - Chapter 22

Anyone around who remembers this story?? Sorry, the holidays, work and other things have gotten priority. If you
are still reading this saga, thanks for hanging in there. It’s taken awhile to do some research for the story. This is the
first chapter where the eight principle players are at last together.
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Waiting for You Chapter 23


Saturday Afternoon, February 12, 1944


A gentle snowstorm dropped soft, cotton ball-like flakes past the living room window of Carrie’s apartment as
Guinevere’s head drooped further down onto her chest. She had climbed onto the back of the lounge chair to get a
better view of the activity on the street below as well as watch for her two favorite humans to come arm-in-arm down
the street. She had learned this was her best vantage spot to catch a glimpse of them before they did of her. She had
been reprimanded before about being on the furniture, most especially the chair. She had to be sure to greet Carrie
and Mike at the door before they had any idea where she’d been prior to their arrival. She’d been waiting for them
over an hour and the warmth from the fire added to her being in her favorite “off limits” spot proved to be too inviting
to not indulge in a catnap. Music, though she didn’t know what that noise was called, played in the background on the
radio. She wasn’t home alone but these other humans never seemed to mind where she climbed - spending most of
their time being wrapped up in other things or one another as they were at this moment.

“Jenn, here’s the other two forms that I took out of the package they gave us at the dependent’s benefits office this
morning. You need to fill that one out and the bottom of this one below where I’ve completed my part of the
information.”

“What? For Pete’s sake…….not another form. I haven’t written my name this many times since I last got traveler’s
checks. We’ve done nothing since we got back from Fort Dix today but fill out form …after form…after form…when
does it end?”

“Sweetheart, just remember, you’re not only marrying me, you’re marrying the United States Army and they do thrive
on red tape which equals tons of paper otherwise known as forms. You should have seen my enlistment package.
They know more about me than my parents probably do for all the information they asked on the induction papers.
This is nothing compared to that.”

“Is that supposed to be making me feel better because, I’ve got to tell you, it isn’t working. I think I might just have
terminal writer’s cramp.”

Jennifer tossed her pen on the desk where it made a soft thud against the half- inch thick sheaf of papers she had
spent over two hours completing in triplicate at times. She arched her back, raised her arms above her head and
stretched her legs before her. She glanced at the clock on the fireplace mantle comparing it to that on her watch.

“Oh, my goodness, I didn’t realize how late it was. Do you want a snack? It’s a little late for lunch and I think Carrie
and Mike have plans for us to go to dinner with them tonight.

“Not at the delicatessen, I hope. I swear Mike never wants to eat anything else anymore except pastrami or corned
beef. I almost wish Carrie hadn’t introduced him to Ratner’s.”

Jennifer laughed at Jack’s truthful assessment of her brother’s new passion for deli food.

“No, I think we’re safe. Carrie more or less told him we were going out to try some new little place that just opened
up about two blocks from here. You’ll be happy to know they feature Italian cuisine. I wonder where they went…talk
about being secretive.”

“Well, do you think they went somewhere to be alone….to…..you know…and .so we could have the apartment to
work on the forms?”

“What do you mean, Jack?”

“Do I have to spell it out? Maybe they want to…be together?”

“Be together? They could do that here.”

“Uhh….no, no, Jenn,….BE TOGETHER.”

Jack wiggled his eyebrows at Jennifer as he repeated his statement for emphasis. Her eyes grew larger as Jack’s
meaning became clear.

“Oh, I don’t think they would….no, absolutely not. I doubt that, Jack.”

“Why? They’re…involved…and they, well, aren’t that much different from us in our circumstances.”

“Jack, we haven’t ‘been together’,” Jennifer made quotation marks with her fingers as she defended her position.

“Not for my not wanting to,” Jack mumbled under his breath but not so far under that Jennifer couldn’t hear him.

“Jack Devereaux, I’m surprised at you.”

“I don’t know how you can be. It’s not like I haven’t tried everything to get you to…”

“You’ve only got a few more weeks and then we’ll have the rest of our lives to ‘be together’ as you so delicately put
it.”

“How many weeks exactly…I need the encouragement.”

“Oh, Jack…honestly…it’s only three weeks away.”

“Three weeks? That’s….” Jack exaggeratedly counted on his fingers, “almost twenty-one days.”

“If it will help you, Jack, it’s actually twenty days and a few hours now.”

“It helps a little…one thing for sure…I’ll be the most in shape bridegroom there’s ever been. I work out every day to
release the…..you know, …………………….tension.”

Jennifer smiled at Jack as she leaned across the desk and kissed him languidly. When she sat back in the desk chair
she saw Jack with a contemplative look on his face.

“I liked that…really, I did…but, it didn’t help my situation one bit. Thanks, Jenn, for reminding me once again what
I’m missing.”

“Try to think of it as a preview of what you’ve got coming soon in a honeymoon suite near you.”

“Oh, yeah, that helps a lot.” Jack leaned over the desk to kiss her again when they heard a key turn in the front door
lock. They both began shuffling papers to appear as though they hadn’t been engaging in what they just had been.

“Well, well…..do my eyes deceive me or is that my elusive, beautiful sister sitting at that desk?”

Jennifer swiftly turned around in the chair to face the door and confirm with her eyes who her ears had told her was
standing in the door way. Reflexively, her hands flew to her mouth as tears began to form in her eyes.

“Do I look that bad, Jennifer?” he teased and opened his arms inviting her to come to him.

“Oh, my God, LUCAS!!!” Jennifer flew across the room and launched herself into his arms. They stood in the foyer
locked in an embrace, unable to say anything. It had been over a year since they’d last hugged in such a way and not
with as much joy. It had been at the Salem train station as Lucas headed for boot camp. As they continued to enjoy
their moment of reunion, Sami stood to the side and smiled at Jack across the living room. Behind Lucas in the
doorway Mike beamed as he watched his brother and sister. Carrie held his arm and gave it a gentle squeeze letting
him know she understood how wonderful a moment it was. She longed for such a one with her own brother, Eric,
again someday soon. Jennifer pulled back from Lucas and looked into his face, though it was difficult to do through all
the salt water her tear ducts were pouring out. She grabbed him in another embrace that was reciprocated with as
much emotion by Lucas. Eventually, Jennifer released Lucas and a look of concern passed over her features.

“Oh, Lucas, your arm! I’m so sorry, are you all right? I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“No, no,…I’m fine. Look, see? It’s all healed. Sami made me get to all my appointments with the physical therapist
while we were home. It’s as good as new, maybe even better now that I’ve been working out.”

“Oh, my gosh, Sami! I didn’t mean to ignore you.” Jennifer immediately hugged Carrie’s younger sister.

“It’s all right, Jennifer, I understand. I put a bone-crushing hug on Eric when he first got home on furlough. It’s a
wonder I didn’t break a few bones in his arm, too. You just saw me at Christmas, anyway…Lucas - you haven’t
seen in over a year. You’ve got your priorities straight as far as I can tell.”

Jennifer stepped back and looked at first her brother and then Sami. She bit her lip and started to tear up once more.

“Awwww,…sis, what is it?”

Jennifer shook her head and smiled as the tears slipped down her face.

“I never thought I’d see this…I hoped and hoped…but, I……oh, I’m such an incurable romantic. Look at you two. I
mean…you are………back together?” she asked with hesitancy in her voice.

Sami looked at Lucas and stepped toward him to take his other arm before replying, “Yes, Jennifer, we are. I hope
that’s all right with you……I know in yours and Mike’s eyes I hurt Lucas for a long time. I…I’m very sorry for that
but…”

“Sami…you were hurt just as much, I think. I have some idea of what went on though I don’t know the whole story.
The important thing is that you still love my brother, right?”

“Yes……absolutely….I don’t intend to let him ever doubt that again, either.”

“Don’t worry, Sami, I won’t,” Lucas quietly responded gazing at her intently.

“Well, if this isn’t the most wonderful afternoon. My baby brother is with us where he belongs and he’s finally with the
girl he should have been with all along.”

“I think somewhere in there, I’ve just gotten my first sisterly reprimand,” Lucas kidded.

“I recognized it right away, Lucas……having been on the receiving end of them through the years,” Mike agreed.

Everyone chuckled. Carrie closed the apartment door and began removing her coat. She took Mike’s, Sami’s and
Lucas’ as they continued talking all at once. Jack came up behind Jennifer and placed his arms lovingly around her.
When a small break in the conversation came, she looked over her shoulder at him with her eyes narrowed.

“What?”

“Did you know they were going to surprise me having Lucas and Sami come back here today?”

“I…uh…..well,……Guys, help!” Jack playfully begged

“You did know! Jack….I could just hit you!” Jennifer said as she punched him lightly in the arm.

“What do you mean, ‘could’? You just did.” Jack held his upper arm overreacting for comic effect.

“I can’t believe you all kept silent. Oh…wait….don’t tell me I filled out all those forms for nothing…….just to keep
me busy…that I didn’t really have to do that?”

“No…no…Jenn, I wouldn’t do that to you. It was a good excuse to keep you occupied but we really did need to
complete all of those forms.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that…………….for your sake.”

“Anyone want some coffee?”

“That sounds great, Carrie. Since I got back to the States, I can’t seem to get my fill of the stuff.”

“All right, Lucas, I’ll make some.”

“While you’re doing that, I’ll call Kurt and Victoria. They wanted me to let them know when to be here.”

“What do you mean, Mike?”

“Well, sister dear, we’re all heading out to celebrate our being together again by going to dinner and Kurt and
Victoria asked if they could join us. I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“That’s great!. Oh, what fun. Do you have a reservation made? It is Saturday night.”

“It’s all taken care of.”

“Where are we going, Mike? Do we need to dress up?” Sami asked.

“Nahhh…wear what you have on now. Of course, for us guys, we have to wear the same thing all the time per Uncle
Sam’s orders.”

“You didn’t say the name of the restaurant, Mike.”

“Oh, I didn’t? Sorry, Lucas…..it’s Ratner’s.”

Stunned silence hung over the group. They all wanted to be together…they all wanted to go to dinner…but….

“Kidding, you guys,” Mike grinned as he answered knowing he had fooled them all into believing they were doomed
for another round of deli food.

“You know…you ought to be horsewhipped, Michael William.”

“I second that, Jennifer Rose,” her younger brother joined in.

“Thank you, Lucas Desmond,” Jennifer quipped back to her brother.

“Hey…hey….can’t you take a joke? Geez, you guys. My two siblings aren’t together more than a half hour and
they’re already turning against me.”

“Can you blame them, Mike?” Jack asked.

“Really, Mike, I see their point, too,“ Sami chimed in smiling as she spoke.

“Man, talk about mob mentality! Actually, we’re going to this little place Carrie and I found…Port d’Italy. It’s just
around the corner……small, cozy and terrific Italian food. How about it?”

Everyone agreed that it sounded terrific. Mike made the call to Kurt’s and informed everyone that he and Victoria
would arrive in about forty minutes.

Sami and Jennifer headed to the kitchen to help Carrie put the coffee and snack together while the guys sat on the
couch and chair near the fireplace with Guinevere joining them as she hopped into Mike’s lap…her other favorite
“lounging spot”.

“I think we really surprised Jenn, don’t you?” Lucas asked with a smile a mile wide.

“Pure understatement, Lucas,” Jack responded as he clapped Lucas on the shoulder. “She had absolutely no idea.
We’ve worked on those forms for hours. It was a good idea Mike had.”

Mike grinned and nodded. “I know Jenn. If she didn’t have something to keep her occupied, her investigative,
journalistic instincts would have kicked in. She’d have known something wasn’t right about Carrie and me being gone
so long without saying where we were going. It would have been no time before she’d have started giving Jack the
third degree.”

“No kidding. Just before you came in she started asking me where you two had gone. I wasn’t sure she’d believe me
if I’d made up something. You didn’t open that door a moment too soon.”

Lucas leaned back on the sofa and breathed a deep, audible sigh. Mike and Jack both noticed it was a different
young man who had returned from Salem. They’d seen brief, hopeful glimmers of him six weeks before. Now, he was
relaxed, contented…almost serene. He had gained back the weight he’d lost in Europe and possibly added a pound
or two. His arm was no longer lifeless in a sling. He had been telling the truth. Working out at University Hospital had
not only returned the use of his war-wounded arm but had increased the muscle tone in his biceps and shoulders. His
eyes were focused, taking in everything around him - - gone was the haunted sadness his older brother had seen and
worried about that late afternoon Sami had brought him back to the apartment from the train station. He was once
again, Lucas Roberts – brother, friend and a young man very deeply in love with Sami Brady.

“I guess I don’t need to ask you how it was being back home, do I, Lucas?” Jack asked with a small grin on his face,
already knowing the answer.

Lucas sat up, almost at attention and laughed gently.

“Oh, man, it was great. Aunt Maggie and Uncle Mickey were waiting for us when we got there. We went right to
Gran’s house where she had dinner waiting. She had everything I love to eat including donuts. She must have used up
every ration stamp she had. She had the room made up I used when I’d stay over night as a teenager. It looks out
over the backyard where the trees are. I fell asleep the minute my head hit the pillow - a combination of exhaustion
and excitement, I think. It was the next morning when I woke up and looked out the window that I realized I was
really in Salem at Gran’s. When I got downstairs Gran had a huge breakfast waiting for me. Gosh, I don’t think I’ve
ever eaten that much in my life.”

“He’s not exaggerating,” Sami joined in as she came holding a tray of cups, saucers, spoons, a sugar bowl and
creamer.

“Hey, Sweetheart, let me help you with that.” Lucas jumped up from the sofa and met Sami halfway across the living
room. His term of endearment didn’t escape Mike and Jack who looked at each other knowingly.

Sami smiled shyly as she saw the looks exchanged between Jack and Mike. “Thanks, Honey, it is a little heavy.”
Lucas took the tray from her smiling in her direction the entire time.

Jennifer pushed the kitchen door toward them carrying a ceramic cookie jar shaped like a huge, red apple, opening
the lid as she followed much the same path Sami had previously taken. “Oh, Jaaaack …..you’ll never guess what kind
of cookies Carrie and I made last night….huh, huh? Betcha can’t guess.”

Jack’s face lit up like a child. “Noooo, ………… you didn’t. You didn’t make my favorites, did you? The peanut
butter ones with the fork crisscross design on the top?”

Jennifer peered inside the jar and looked back at Jack who sat in anticipation on the couch facing her. Her face turned
serious.

“Oh, …..that’s your favorite? But,….I thought….”

Jack looked at her with the most crestfallen of faces. He really had been looking forward to the peanut butter
cookies.

“That’s okay….really, …..they’re my…………….second favorite.”

Jennifer sat down next to Jack placing the cookie jar on the coffee table near the tray Sami had brought in moments
before. She removed one cookie and handed it to Jack.

“You fibber…they are not your second favorite. Here, before you make me well up with tears again having to look at
that Sad Sack face.” She placed a cookie in the palm of Jack’s hand - - a crisscrossed, peanut butter one.

The smile returned to his face as he plopped the cookie in his mouth savoring it the way a gourmet would the finest
caviar. When he had finished it he swung around and stared at Jennifer.

“What’s that look for?” she asked him.

“Jennifer Horton…soon to be Devereaux….or maybe not.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“I’ve just seen a side of you I’ve never seen before. The cunning, cruel, conniving, cookie-teasing one.”

“Oh, I guess I forgot to bring that up with you, Jack,” Mike deadpanned.

“Shhh, Mike,” Lucas conspiratorially whispered, “ remember we promised not to say anything about that personality
trait of our sister’s. If Jack found out about it before the wedding, he might not take her off our hands and we’d be
stuck forever with her torturing us.”

Mike snapped his fingers as though suddenly remembering his and Lucas’s non-existing conversation. “Damn, I hope
I didn’t blow it.”

Jennifer incredulously stared at the three of them with her mouth open.

“You guys…I was just having a little fun.”

“That’s what she always says,” Mike said to Jack while Lucas nodded in agreement before adding, “Just before she
takes the last cookie.”

“I do not. Stop it, you two.”

“What are you up to now?” Carrie asked as she came through the door carrying the coffee.

“Jenn was torturing Jack….telling him you hadn’t made his favorite cookie last night.”

“It’s true, Carrie. Lucas is telling the truth. She almost made him cry.” Sami added while smiling at Carrie - her face
hidden from Jennifer as she turned to Carrie.

“Oh, I don’t believe that. Jennifer was just having a little fun.”

“Thank you, Carrie, for defending me. I guess I know who really loves me in this room.”

“You welcome, Jennifer…..she only taunts with the chocolate chip cookies as a rule.”

“CARRIE!!!”

Everyone collapsed into gales of laughter at Carrie’s unexpected remark. Jack put his arm around Jennifer and gave
her a kiss letting her know all had been done in good fun. As their laughter subsided they heard “In the Mood” being
played on the radio. Lucas and Sami instantly looked at one another.

“Are you wanting to do what I’m wanting to?” Lucas asked.

“Well, Lucas…..that all depends…..I mean….here, in front of everyone?”

Lucas nodded and reached for her hand before standing up.

“Just in case you guys have other thoughts going, I was talking about dancing with Sami.”

“Oh,” the others echoed in mock disappointment followed by smiles at their similar thoughts.

“Is it okay if we do, Carrie? I wouldn’t want the neighbors downstairs pounding on their ceiling with a broom.”

“No, don’t worry. The apartment is for rent as of last Friday. The girls who were living there both worked as
secretaries at Fort Dix and have been transferred to the Pentagon in DC so they gave up the place. Mrs. Plotkin was
nice enough to not charge them for the whole month but just for the first week of February. Go ahead…jitterbug to
your heart’s content.”

Lucas pulled back the rug between the sofa and desk before sweeping Sami into his arms as they began dancing to
one of the most popular dance tunes of the era. It was one of those that unless you had no sense of rhythm defied a
listener to not keep time at minimum to its lilting melody.

“Miss Brady?”

“Yes, Captain…or is it, Doctor Horton?”

“It’s both but you can call me whatever you want.”

“Okay, but that’s a much longer name. What can I do for you, ‘Whatever you want’?”

Mike realized the joke at that moment and laughed.

“Okay, okay……remind me to be careful of how I construct my sentences around you in the future, Miss
Wordsmith. What do you say we join my brother and his girl on your living room dance floor?”

“I say, ‘you’re on’.”

Mike started the time step and joined the other couple in a swing dance.

“Well, I don’t know about you, Jack, but I can’t sit here and let them have all the fun.”

“As they say in Jersey, ‘I’m wid ja’.”

The three couples displayed all the moves associated with the jitterbug as they danced in the apartment ballroom.
When the first song ended it was followed by Benny Goodman’s “Sing, Sing, Sing” – an even livelier syncopated
tune. Mike asked Sami to dance while Jack did the same of Carrie and Lucas thrilled his sister by spinning her
around. It had always been known among them, Lucas was the best swing dancer. He never lacked for a dance
partner when they went to clubs back home. In the midst of the third dance to Artie Shaw’s “Begin the Beguine” and
the partnering of Mike/Jennifer, Jack Sami and Lucas/Carrie the doorbell rang.

“I’ll bet that’s the Red Cross,” Lucas said as he stopped and headed to the front door.

Kurt and Victoria stood in the doorway as he opened it.

“Told you it was the Red Cross. Hey, you two, come on in.”

“Lucas! Welcome back to New York. You look wonderful.”

“I feel wonderful, Victoria. Kurt, how’s the bandage business?”

“If you mean the International Red Cross, it’s good. Hey, Sami! I see you came back with this guy.”

“Hi, Kurt! Well, I wanted to be sure he found his way without getting lost.”

“Yeah, remember I’m a tail gunner, not a navigator,” Lucas joked as he wrapped his around Sami’s shoulders, kissing
her on the temple. “Well, come on in, you two, and join the celebration.”

“Thanks….it looks like you’re having fun. Hello Carrie, Mike….Jennifer.”

“Victoria, please come and meet Jack.”

“I thought you might be him when I noticed the eagle patch on the uniform shoulder. Hello Jack, I’m Victoria
Schwengle, Kurt’s cousin. Oh, I just realized you probably haven’t met Kurt either.

“No, I haven’t but I’ve heard a lot about him and you, for that matter. It’s all been good things by the way.”

“I can report the same. I have to say I feel as though I know you. Whenever I’m at the studio Jennifer talks about
you. Kurt? This is Jack,…… Jennifer’s fiance’.”

“Jack, it’s a pleasure. I was sorry you couldn’t be at the New Year’s Eve ball but meeting the future in-laws did seem
to be the wiser choice.”

“Kurt it’s about time we met. You know, I think we have something more in common than just our friends.”

“Really. …what?”

“Mike told me you attended Harvard and played football.”

“That’s right…defensive tackle.”

“I thought you looked familiar. I was a wide receiver at Yale. I think I was bruised in the ribs by you in a game in ’35
going for a pass my quarterback threw a little too high that I had to go up for. It took me about ten minutes to
remember how to breathe after I was hit.”

Kurt’s grin faded from his face as Jack relayed the gridiron recollection.

“Oh, my God, that was you?”

“Sure was….. It was a good, clean tackle but I was the one who could have used the Red Cross that afternoon.”

“No bad feelings, I hope.”

“Nah, like I said …good, clean tackle.”

“I never thought about it before that you two might have played against each other in the Ivy League,” Mike said. “It’s
amazing……that saying about it being a small world hits home again.”

The group of friends, now increased by two, leisurely strolled toward the sofa for coffee and cookies talking of all
matter of things – football and college rivalries, family and friends in Salem, wedding plans, dealing with the latest
rounds of rationing – avoiding the one topic on all their minds - the war news. For just awhile it was as though they
had each instinctively agreed to make the world a place of calm, ordinary events for the most part rather than the one
of chaos and uncertainty it was.

Carrie interrupted an animated Mike as he prepared to regale the group with some story asking what time their dinner
reservation was for. He looked at his Christmas gift and realized they should be leaving for the restaurant in less than
an hour.

“That’s what I thought. Anyone need to freshen up before we leave? We’re so close to the restaurant we can walk.”

The other three girls nodded in the affirmative and rose to begin stacking coffee cups and other items back onto the
trays.

“Hey, leave those here. We can put that stuff away while you get ready.”

“Are you sure, Mike?”

“Yup, I know my way around that kitchen pretty well. Besides, with four of you sharing one bathroom, if we do want
to leave in twenty minutes, you’d all better get a move on and figure out the logistics for the mirror.”

“Excellent point, Mike. Remember that night at the USO when we waited that long just for Carrie and Jennifer?” Jack
recalled.

“All right – let’s go girls.”

“Wait, Carrie. I need to get my makeup bag from my purse.”

“Where’d you put it Victoria?”

“Over there on the desk next to Sami’s.”

Victoria walked to the desk and opened her purse rummaging through it to find her small black makeup bag. While
she did her eyes landed on a new photograph she didn’t remember seeing on the desk before. It was a three-folding
frame with two family groupings – one on either side of the central photo. In the middle was the image of a handsome
young man in a US naval uniform – battle ribbons displayed on the left side of his chest – an American flag displayed
in the back right corner of the photo. Though he wasn’t smiling, choosing rather to have a serious façade, there was a
kindness that came through his eyes. She leaned down pretending to be looking more emphatically for the makeup
bag but furtively looked at the photograph closer.

“Can’t find your bag, Victoria? Depending upon what you need, I probably can loan you powder, lipstick…whatever
you might need.”

“Uhhh…no, thanks. There! I found it. Carrie…I don’t remember seeing this photograph before.”

“No, it’s a recent addition. I got it for Christmas.”

“A friend of yours?”

Carrie didn’t think she was imagining the interest in Victoria’s voice.

“That’s one of the things he is. He is a good friend and more importantly my brother, too.”

Victoria looked at Carrie with a look of almost imperceptible surprise. She looked from the photo to Carrie and
back.

“That’s…..Eric…..Sami’s twin? The one who’s on the USS Missouri?”

“The one and only. That’s the Black clan in this photo and the Brady family on this side. I love that portrait of Eric. It
really looks so much like him though he smiles in person.”

Sami joined them and saw the subject of Carrie and Victoria’s conversation.

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