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Date Posted: 15:41:10 01/16/13 Wed
Author: fananicfan
Subject: Part 5 - Dealing With Separation

PART FIVE - Time with Family

SATURDAY, APRIL 11, 2009

NURSERY
RABB RENTAL HOME
MANASSAS, VA
0110 LOCAL

MAC'S POV

I watch from the doorway as my husband scoops up our freshly diapered baby girl from the changing table and places her head against his chest.

"Being dry ought to make you feel some better," he comments to her while rubbing her back.

Though watching my husband while in daddy mode, a mode that he's very good at, is something that I enjoy, I step into the room prepared to take over so that he can rest.

"Harm," I say softly so as not to startle him or our baby.

He turns to look at me. In need of sleep, his eyes have a smokiness to them ... and it's sexy.

"I'm here to relieve the watch."

"No need ... she and I are fine."

"Last week was really rough with her not feeling well and not sleeping through the night, but thanks to you coming in and taking over yesterday, I got some sleep and I'm feeling much better. Let me take her so that you can get some sleep."

A look that I don't recognize comes over his features as he starts to pass Patty to me.

"I was just trying to help," he begins, and that's when I realize that the look on his face is hurt.

"I know," I say as I get Patty settled in my arms. "I didn't mean to make it sound like you stormed the gates and took over, because I don't feel that way at all," I say apologetically.

His eyes brighten.

"I'm glad that you got here a day early. I needed the rest, and our children ... they're so happy to have you home. I'd have to say that your timing was impeccable."

Now he's grinning.

"It looks like you have good timing, too, because I can't help with that," he says, pointing at Patty who's nuzzling at my breast, trying to nurse through my nightgown.

"This is the first time that she's awakened tonight, and she's hungry. I'd say that she's feeling better. While I feed her, why don't you go back to bed and get some sleep?"

"I'm not denying that I'm tired, but it's a good kind of tired ... the kind of worn out that you get from an enjoyable day with children ... and a night with my wife," he adds with a mischievous grin and a suggestively raised eyebrow.

"That's why you need to rest now. I know that you'll have another full day with the children, and tonight, I may just want a repeat performance. I wouldn't want you to be too tired," I say, matching his tone of innuendo.

"Well, baby girl, I wouldn't want to disappoint your momma, so eat up while daddy goes back to bed."

As Harm leaves the nursery, it's my turn to smile because it's good to have him home.

MASTER BEDROOM
0550

MAC'S POV

I can't help but make the sound "mmm" because it feels so good to have him here as I snuggle closer to Harm's side.

He was asleep by the time I made it back to bed after Patty went back to sleep, so I know that he was more tired than he'd realized or was willing to admit.

With my head resting on his shoulder and my arm comfortably draped across his abdomen, I lay motionless, enjoying the closeness of our bodies and inhaling the scent that's uniquely him.

His arm becomes tighter around me, keeping me securely in my new, closer proximity to him.

I'm in a place where I feel safe and warm, and I could easily close my eyes and drift off to sleep, but he and I had little time alone yesterday, and I know that, once the children are awake, there'll be no time for those things that a husband and wife need time to do to stay connected - like talk.

HARM'S POV

She's doing that thing that she does when she wants to talk, drawing circles on my chest with her fingertips, and it brings me to a state of consciousness.

"What's on your mind, Mrs. Rabb?" I inquire, my voice husky from sleep.

"I didn't mean to wake you," she softly says apologetically.

"You didn't." I stretched the truth. I don't think that her habit would've caused me to wake if I'd been deeply asleep. "Should we get up and get an early start on the day?"

I already know that the answer to my question is no. What I don't know is if she really wants to talk or if she has a more personal activity on her mind.

"We can if you want to get up, but I'd rather stay like this a little longer."

"Me, too," I say, agreeing with her statement in general, though I can think of a different position or two that I'd like to be in with her.

"Before you woke up, I was thinking that, if we managed to find some quiet time ... just you and me ... there are things that I want to ask you ... things that I want to say to you."

I scan the room with my eyes.

"I don't see anyone ... and I don't hear anything. However, that could change at any moment around here, so start talking before you lose the opportunity."

"Since we haven't really talked about it, I wanted to ask you about the moving arrangements."

"Though I can't recall speaking much about them over the phone, we've exchanged plenty of emails on the subject. So what's there left to talk about?"

She hasn't had a chance to answer, but suddenly my throat clenches from the thought that she's about to tell me that something's happened that will delay my family from joining me.

"Has something happened that poses a problem with our current plans?" I ask with ears on high alert to catch any change in her voice that will hint at there being a problem, even if she doesn't say it out right.

"Nothing's happened. I was just thinking about it the other night when I was up with Patty. I made the call and set a date for the first shipment of our household goods and one for the final shipment. Then, I emailed the dates to you and a list of things that I thought should be included in the first shipment. It just seems to me that I made all of the decisions and that you might feel left out of the process."

"It isn't that you just sent me dates and told me to live with them. You asked if the dates, especially of the first shipment that I'd be receiving before you arrived, would work at my end. You also asked for my input on items that should be added to or deleted from the first shipment list. So I don't feel left out. If anything, it's a relief to know that you've got all of that under control. It allows me to focus on getting settled in at my new command without worrying that the time that I'm spending at work is causing a delay in getting my family moved there."

"Good. That makes me feel better." Her hand finally stills, and her palm comes to rest flat against my chest.

MAC'S POV

I lift my head off his shoulder for the first time since he woke and look him in the eye.

"Now that you've brought it up, how is work going? You haven't said much about your staff, except when you compared your two senior attorneys to us not long after you got there. You've been there for a month now. Have you discovered that they're more or less like us?"

"I think the similarities pretty much end with he's Navy and she's a Marine," he replies.

I heard disappointment in his voice, prompting me to ask, "They aren't good lawyers?"

"Not Rabb and MacKenzie good, but they are aren't bad trial attorneys."

"Then why the lackluster endorsement of them?" I ask.

HARM'S POV

"It isn't because of their skills in the courtroom. It's their leadership skills that I question."

"How so?" she asks.

"You've had your own command, so you know that, in the legal field, since those under your command aren't going to be leading a team into combat, you use other means to assess leadership abilities."

"Such as how they mentor newer attorneys," Mac comments as if reading my mind before allowing me to continue.

"There's one attorney who I believe is eager to learn and, with guidance from a good, seasoned attorney, could be in our league ... like Bud, but neither of my senior attorneys is stepping up to the plate."

"Though I believe that Bud would have eventually found his own way, I get what you're trying to say, and I have no doubt that he achieved results faster and maybe a step above what he'd have achieved on his own because of the time that you took to guide and encourage him along the way."

"I'd like to take all the credit, but we helped him get there."

"Thank you for recognizing my contribution..." she says with a smile. "...and it sounds like there's a commander and a Marine who are in need of a little guidance on mentoring from their CO."

"I would except for the fact that I don't feel like I should be casting stones right now," I say softly.

"Why?" She's eyeing me curiously, but her tone is full of concern.

"Because I'm guilty of not lifting a finger to correct the situation in the month that I've been there. I've continued to give Tiner menial cases that won't give him the opportunity to gain courtroom experience because I didn't want to risk having to help him when my involvement could've kept me from being able to be here this weekend."

"I see," she says before pausing to give thought to what she'll say next.

Her pause is a brief one.

"I don't agree with you, Counselor. You aren't like them at all. Perhaps you're guilty of being a touch selfish in order to have a weekend with your family, but I wouldn't dock you any leadership points for it because, unlike them, you see what needs to be done and you will give Tiner a chance. My only question is, have you decided which way you're going to go about correcting the situation? Are you going to try to show them what they should be doing by mentoring him yourself or is Tiner about to start sitting second chair to one of them until he gets his feet wet?"

She's posed the very question that I must answer, but I don't want to think about work while I'm here, and I'm pretty sure that it won't be too difficult for me to get her off the subject.

"Do you really want to talk about this kind of stuff now? Because I think that we could be using this time alone much more wisely," I comment while tugging gently on her hand until her breasts are pressed against my chest and her lips are hovering just an inch above mine.

"When you put it like that, no, I don't," she confirms before she presses her lips to mine.

KITCHEN
1005

"We were just talking about you," Mac says as Mattie walks into the room, looking a little surprised.

"I didn't think that you'd be back from the airport this soon," Mattie comments, which explains the look on her face.

"We probably wouldn't have been if I hadn't been able to change my flight, but I was able to stow away on a flight that arrived yesterday," I joke.

"You've been here a whole day and you didn't bother to call me?" Mattie now sounds irritated.

"I didn't want you to change your plans on my account," I respond, unsure if the shift in Mattie's mood should concern me.

"You have great timing. The kids have agreed on miniature golf for today's activity, and we were just discussing whether you'd like to go with us," Mac says, jumping in to keep the situation from getting too tense. "We're all going, and afterward, we're headed to the mall to exchange the dress shoes that I bought Ty to wear to church tomorrow. I made the mistake of buying them in the same size as the sneakers that I bought for his birthday only six weeks ago, but they're too small. He'll fidget the whole time that we're in church if I don't exchange them."

"I could exchange the shoes for you. That way you won't feel rushed at the miniature golf place," Mattie volunteers.

"That's nice of you, but this time I want to have his feet with me. That way, if it's more to do with the style of the shoe than the size, I'll know, and we can buy him a different style," Mac replies before encouraging Mattie to come with us. "We have the rest of the day to accomplish just three things: golf, exchange the shoes and decorate Easter eggs for tomorrow, so I don't think that time will be an issue. Come on ... come with us. It'll be fun for the whole family to do something together."

"Well, we won't have a chance to do it again any time soon, so yeah, I'm in. When do we leave?" Mattie asks.

"I thought that we'd leave in about an hour," Mac answers. "Patty should be up from her morning nap by then."

"Then I'll be in my room working on the homework that I was planning to do while I was waiting for you to get here from the airport."

I walk over to my daughter.

"I should've called to let you know that I'd taken an earlier flight," I say apologetically.

I hadn't considered that she'd be worried about me making the trip. Once she'd gone up with me in Sarah, I'd thought that she'd been cured and that she wouldn't worry about traveling by plane, but apparently, I'd been wrong.

MATTIE'S POV

I let out a sigh of relief as I reciprocate my dad's hug.

With life as tough as it is and as messed up as I am, I need Harm. He's my rock, the reason why I know that somehow it'll all be okay.

Handling the loss of another person who's part of my life would be difficult for me right now, but dealing with losing Harm - impossible.

"Sorry that I still have this thing about planes and crashing. I'm working on it and it's getting better. Now I find that I get anxious only when I know that someone I care about is on an airplane," I say with my arms wrapped tightly around him.

"Understandable ... and I'm flattered that you care so much."

I know that he didn't say much, but the way that he said it while he's hugging me, I know that, without making a big deal out of it in front of Mac, 'he gets it' and that, if I want to talk about it, all I have to do is to let him know. He's here for me - whenever. He also let me know that he'll be more considerate the next time and won't make me worry any longer than necessary.

I think that Harm may be the perfect dad and, just like that, I have an idea for the paper that I need to write this weekend.

"I just thought of a topic for my paper. I'd better go outline it while it's still fresh in my mind. Let me know when it's time to go, okay?" I say before dashing off to my room to get to work on the paper that, until ten seconds ago, I had no clue about what I was going to write.

Having Dad home is awesome.

DINING ROOM
1837

HARM'S POV

Settled in around the table this evening, I'm happy to see my family eating heartily, presumably because they're enjoying my mock veal Parmesan made with eggplant and not because they're so hungry that they'd eat anything put in front of them.

Aside from the way that making a meal for my family makes me feel, the smile on my face is because Mattie is here with us, too.

I miss Mattie as much as the others, maybe more since I talk to her only once a week and we see her only on the weekends, even when the rest of the family is here together.

"I just realized that I haven't seen Kevin yet this weekend. Will he be having dinner with us tomorrow?"

No one had told me that they'd broken up and, before I'd left for California, he was here for at least one meal every weekend, so I had no idea that my question was going to draw such a look of distress from Mattie.

I look at Mac, who shrugs her shoulders, letting me know that she has no idea why my question had received such a response.

"He's having dinner tomorrow with his mom and her boyfriend," Mattie finally explains.

Her answer came in a calm, normal tone that doesn't match the storm of emotion that I see in her eyes.

"He didn't come over last weekend either. Is there something that we should know?" Mac pipes up, sounding concerned that Mattie's been going through something and hasn't spoken to either of us about it.

"Yes, but can we talk about it later?" Mattie asks, her voice making her words sound like a plea.

"Sure we can, but we will talk about it," I respond in what I hope she takes as a loving, fatherly way.

MATTIE'S ROOM
2115

MATTIE'S POV

I know that the knock on the door means that it's time for me to come clean with my parents.

I knew that I'd have to tell them, but I hadn't planned to tell them tonight...anytime this weekend, really.

The door pushes open, and there's Mac with Harm right behind her.

"How's the paper coming for school?" Mac asks.

"Almost done. Thanks for asking, but that isn't why you're here. Come on in and have a seat," I say, motioning towards my bed, the only sitting area aside from the single chair at my desk where I'm sitting.

Mac and Harm, who's holding the handset of the baby monitor in his hand, enter the room and close the door behind them.

They sit side-by-side on the edge of my bed facing the desk and seem to be waiting for me to start the conversation because their eyes are fixed on me, but they have yet to say a word.

There's a long silence as they wait patiently for me to begin, but I don't think that telling them that I don't know what the status of my relationship with Kevin is right now will satisfy them. Yet, going weeks, even months back to give them some idea of why Kevin's question is so bothersome to me will seem like we're covering old ground, and for what? Will it really reveal any answers or will it just ruin Harm's visit?

"I don't know if I have any answers and I don't want to ruin Harm's visit this weekend by talking about Kevin," I admit openly.

"You can't ruin my visit by telling me about something that's happened in your life. I want to know how things are going for you and help you to find the answers, if I can," Harm states.

Harm's eyes shine with concern, and I know that he means it. I also know that he'll do his best to understand but that it'll be Mac who'll be able to relate and understand on a level that he can't.

I pause for a moment before I continue to explain, "When I first got to Tech, I spent any spare time that I had with my father. I didn't have time for a social life and I was fine with that, but then, after he died ..."

It's still hard for me to think of him as being gone.

"When a friend invited me to her birthday party a few weeks after his funeral, I couldn't think of any reason why I shouldn't go and be around people my own age. It was just a birthday party, so I told her I'd come. I'm not sure what I expected, but other than having balloons and a cake, it was like no other birthday party that I'd ever been to before. There was music and dancing..."

I stop speaking for a moment to take a breath before getting to the core issue.

"Was it an adult birthday party complete with alcohol?"

Judging from Mac's question, she sees where I'm going with this story.

"Yes, beer, and though I didn't know it until after I drank some, spiked punch."

"Is that the first time you got drunk?" Harm asks.

"No, I drank one cup of punch, but I didn't get drunk that night. I went to another party a few weeks after that and drank only canned soda. I started to tell myself that I'd been making a big deal out of nothing and that there was no reason why I couldn't go to parties like my peers and have a good time. Now, I wasn't going to parties every weekend, but it was that way of thinking that caused me to drop my guard and, by the time I'd gone to party number five or six, I had myself believing that I could have just one or two drinks. I was wrong and I got drunk. After that, I didn't go to a party for a few weeks. Then I convinced myself that I needed to get drunk once so I'd know my limits, know when to quit, but I was wrong. I got so drunk the next time that I threw up all over myself. You'd think that would've been enough to keep me from drinking, and it did for awhile, but it didn't stop me from ever drinking again."

I can tell from Harm and Mac's expressions that they aren't judging me. They know that there's more and are patiently waiting for me to get it all out.

"I'm not sure how long it was before I went to a party again, but I did resume going to them, one here, one there, no real pattern ... that is, until the pain in my back started and I found that drinking dulled the pain, at least for a little while, and that's when I started going to a party every Friday night. Then, as the pain in my back got worse, I started making excuses not to come here in order to go to a party on Saturday night, Sundays, too, if there was one to go to, and I'd get drunk every time."

I know that I'm giving them a lot of information about the past, but I feel that I need to tell them the back story before I get to my most recent stunt.

"From what I've just told you, you now know that I wasn't completely honest with you when you confronted me about my drinking. I was drinking before my back started to hurt. It just became more frequent after the pain began."

"Have you started drinking again?" Mac asks, and I know that she already knows the answer.

"I had a good streak of sobriety running after Harm caught me ... until two weeks ago."

"Is your back bothering you again?" Harm asks.

"No," I reply to his question.

"Did Kevin pressure you to drink? Is that why he hasn't been here for the past two weekends?" Harm asks.

"No, Kevin isn't the problem. I am," I begin. "All Kevin did was ask me to go with him to a party. He'd asked me the Friday before, and I'd said yes to the date without giving any thought to where we were going. Of course, during the week that followed, I thought about the situation that I'd be in, but before the night of the party, I'd decided that I didn't want to lose another good guy because I didn't want to be around people who drink. By the time Kevin picked me up, I was sure that I could go and have a good time and not drink. My decision not to drink lasted about thirty minutes, by which time I'd convinced myself that I could stop after one or two, but that didn't happen. I got drunk. I felt so ashamed that I couldn't even leave the party with Kevin. A friend of mine, Bryce, was there, and I asked him to take me home."

"I'll bet that Kevin wasn't happy that you left with another guy," Harm comments, obviously seeing it from a man's perspective, but he continues to listen for information as to why Kevin hasn't been here recently.

"Probably not, but I have no way of knowing for sure since I didn't give Kevin a chance to say much. I just told him that I needed to go home, that I was getting a ride from Bryce and that he should stay and have fun. I'm sure that he would've wanted to talk about it on the drive here for the weekend, but to make matters worse, when Kevin came over to my house on that Saturday morning to pick me up, guess who answered the door. Yep! Bryce."

I see Harm's eyes go wide and I know that I have to clear up something before I say anymore about my problem or the situation with Kevin.

"Don't get the wrong idea. Bryce drove me home. I threw up in his car, and he slept on my couch. That's all. He said that he'd stayed to make sure that I was okay. There's nothing and could never be anything between me and Bryce."

I think that some of the color is coming back into Harm's face now, so I can continue my story.

"Kevin got the idea, much the way that I'm sure that you just did, that Bryce and I had sex. Kevin lost his temper and clocked Bryce for taking advantage of me when I was drunk, and then he left."

"Haven't you spoken to Kevin in the last two weeks to try to clear up things?" Mac asks.

"Last weekend when I was here, I was angry with Kevin for not thinking better of me, so I didn't email or talk to him all weekend. By the time I got back to school on Monday, I could see things from Kevin's point of view and I was ready to talk to him ... to explain, but he wasn't ready to listen, and it was his turn to push me away. It took a few more days, but we finally spoke two days ago. I explained about the week before and that nothing had happened between Bryce and me. I also explained that, I didn't feel right about him having to leave the party that he was enjoying because I got drunk, so when I saw Bryce, who I know doesn't drink, I asked him to take me home."

"Did he believe that you were telling him the truth?" Mac asks.

"Yes, and I thought that we were going to kiss and make up. Instead, though, he looked me in the eye and said that, if I was ashamed that I got drunk, too ashamed to have my boyfriend drive me home, then maybe I should be asking myself if I have a drinking problem, and then he just walked away."

I get choked up at the memory of Kevin saying that he had to get to class and walking away, leaving me to wonder if we're still dating or if I've lost him.

"Do you think that you have a drinking problem?" Harm asks.

"I've denied it often enough, but if the question keeps coming up, then I have to give the idea some consideration, don't I?" I question.

If I am, that would make me such a hypocrite. I took such a hard line against alcohol in high school, so far as to break up with Paul, a good guy, because he occasionally wanted to go to parties where alcohol was available. Why, because everyone who drinks is an alcoholic? Or was it my fear that I'd like the taste of liquor so much that I wouldn't be able to stop...like my dad?

"I don't think the question would keep coming up if there wasn't some basis for it, do you?" Mac asks.

"That's kind of what I thought, but how...? Mac, how did you know for sure that you had a problem? How did you stop drinking?" I ask as a tear trickles down my cheek.

"Harm, you know the story, and I have a feeling that this is going to take awhile. So, would you mind going to the kitchen and bringing us all something to drink and maybe a snack? I think that Mattie and I need to have a long and perhaps overdue talk."

MASTER BEDROOM
2350

HARM'S POV

I'm restless. I picked up a book and put it down, then I picked it up and put it down again. I even opened it a time or two, but I'm too absorbed in thinking about whether I should've stayed in Mattie's room after I'd taken in the drinks and snacks that Mac had requested.

I did stay for a few minutes, but I could feel the uneasiness coming off of Mattie in waves with me in the room.

Wanting Mattie to have at least one of her parents informed about what's going on in her life, I reluctantly excused myself, feeling that it was for the best at the moment.

I'm sure that Mattie's comfort level with Mac comes from the fact that she's aware that Mac's been in her shoes - having to face a drinking problem - while I can relate more to Kevin's position - a man in love with a woman with a drinking problem.

I have the book in my hands, having just picked it up again, when Mac walks through the open bedroom door.

MAC'S POV

Harm isn't fooling me with the book that he's holding. He hasn't been reading. He's been waiting up to see how my talk with Mattie played out.

"I can't tell you anything," I state, closing our bedroom door.

"She doesn't want me to know what the two of you talked about?" he asks.

"No. I can tell you what we talked about, but you want to know if she's an alcoholic, and I can't answer that."

"Then what have the two of you been talking about for the last two hours?" He sounds frustrated, so I don't take his tone personally.

"She wanted to hear my story, and I told her," I reply.

"Do you think that she's an alcoholic?"

"Harm..." I begin as I slip into bed. "...it's been my experience that a person who drinks doesn't question if they have a problem unless they have a problem."

"So that would be a yes?" he questions, his tone again suggesting that he's frustrated by my lack of being able to give him a definitive answer.

"Yes, but I'm not the one who has to accept that fact. She is...and I don't think that she's ready to do that yet."

"What do we have to do to get her to see that she has more than just a 'problem'? he asks.

"There's nothing that we can do to make her see it. She has to get there on her own."

"I hope that no one has to die before she gets help," he says, and I know that he's referring to the car accident that took my friend Eddie's life and led to my uncle's intervention, which I'm sure saved my life from an alcohol related death.

HARM'S POV

Thinking of her story seems only natural, but I'm sorry that I said it the moment the sentence left my mouth. However, I can't take it back.

"I hope so, too," she responds without anger in her voice, but there is a hint of hurt in there. I can hear it. "If you need a bright side. She's asking questions of herself and others. She's gathering information. She may not be ready to stand up in a room and admit to others that she's an alcoholic, but she's begun to evaluate her behavior long before I did, so I don't think that her rock bottom is going to be as deep a pit as mine was," she explains.

I put down my book and reach for her, but she pulls away.

"Mac, I didn't mean it like that. I meant ..."

"Harm, I know what you meant. You hope that Mattie doesn't have to go through as much as I went through before she decides to get help. I understand that and I agree. I hope that she doesn't either."

"Okay, you do understand what I was saying, but me saying it still hurt you, and I'm sorry about that part of it."

This time she doesn't pull away as I place my arm around her.

"Maybe it's good that it came up because, since we've been a couple, it's the one thing that we've never talked about. Do you worry about me drinking again?" she asks.

"No," I reply.

"Why?" she asks.

"For one, because I believe in you and in your strength to remain sober and set a good example for our children. For another, because I hope that you know that I love you and that you have enough faith in me and my love for you that, if you were ever tempted to take a drink again, you'd tell me and, together, we'd get through it," I reply sincerely.

"That may have been the perfect answer. I love you, too. Now kiss me good night, because I know that you're going to worry about Mattie, and at least one of us should get some sleep tonight."

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[> You hit the nail on the head! Having been raised with an alcoholic father, I so feel so bad for Mattie. At least she has very solid backup. Now, we just have to see what Kevin does. -- carramor, 18:52:08 01/16/13 Wed [1]


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[> [> Seems I like the word 'so', maybe too much! LOL -- carramor, 18:53:32 01/16/13 Wed [1]


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[> Oh so happy to see this part 5 today, I have been checking THBX every hour or so, LOL. Wow and what a great chapter .... inside for the rest. -- Can Sheshe, 19:01:46 01/16/13 Wed [1]

God love Mattie and what a wonderful supportive family she has and love how you write Harm and Mac being the type of parents they are. Just love your Rabb family and your story. Thank you.


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[> With parents like Harm and Mac, Mattie will be fine, feel for Kevin tho, and will be glad when all are settled in CA.! -- JoyZ, 19:37:09 01/16/13 Wed [1]


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[> Another lovely chapter. Great communication between Harm and Mac, and between them and Mattie. She is blessed to have their support. -- Dee, 01:03:40 01/17/13 Thu [1]


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[> Such a great surprise to find at the end of my 16 hourr day! Perfection once again! -- Shazam, 01:25:03 01/17/13 Thu [1]


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[> I agree w/all the above comments. -- Laurence, 05:06:39 01/17/13 Thu [1]


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[> another awesome chapter -- Bev uk, 14:54:24 01/17/13 Thu [1]


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[> I also agree w/ all the comments -- mary904, 20:28:58 01/19/13 Sat [1]


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