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Date Posted: 09:24:06 02/23/06 Thu
Author: Sylvia Mohr Bartlett
Subject: For Which We Are Truly Thankful Ch 1 Section 2
In reply to: Sylvia Bartlett Mohr 's message, "FOR Which We Are Truly Thankful - inside" on 08:15:05 02/23/06 Thu


FOR WHICH WE ARE TRULY THANKFUL Part One B

By Sylvia Bartlett Mohr


Here's the next section. This completes the reposting of chapter One. For those unfamiliar with the behemoth work, it is massive and currently incomplete, but I will be working on it as I get there. I am doing some re-editing, which my Dad always called 'tweaking and fine tuning it, here and there'. The differences will mostly be minor...a less clumsy wording, better grammar, smoother dialogue. Right now I am feeling like God gave me my joy and my muse back? And then Satan took a dump on my computer! I was locked out of my own system for a while. Eventually I was able to get back in at one level. Finally, totally frustrated, I took out my anointing oil...I kid you not. And I proceeded to anoint my CPU, the entire central computer. I turned the whole thing off and left it allow all the way thru the erev Shabbot. I actually celebrated the erev Shabbot last night in my home! Kosher candles and everything. And in just a bit, I am off to Shabbot followed by an oneg. Mohr later..
Oh yeah, when I got home from my friend Artis Clotfelder's last night , I turned my computer back on!

Who knew God was also a computer geek! It's working! Shalom alecheim, everyone!

Well, another reposting. Sorry nothing newly authored at the moment, but I am working on two things – one with Dorothy Miller is another in the series of FATHER O'MALLEY stories. The other is the outline to write the next section of SILLY LOVE SONGS. So I am trying to get going. Thanks for sticking with me so far. Enjoy this reposting.
SMB 2/23/2006


Part One section B



Admiral AJ Chegwidden strode into the bullpen early the next morning, but he hadn’t beaten his Yeoman in. “Morning, Tiner. Any messages from Rabb?”

“No, sir. In fact he was already here reviewing Freedom of Information Act requests and paperwork for his cases. The guard at the gate said he arrived over an hour and a half ago.”

AJ frowned. “That’s a bit early.”

“Perhaps he felt he needed to make up for lost time, sir.” Tiner offered helpfully.

Chegwidden marched over to the Commander’s office. Harm stood from his chair, carefully but with due respect and proper attention to detail. His face was somewhat haggard. It was immediately evident, he was still in quite a bit of pain. “Commander Rabb, are you sure you are up to this? You have enough sick leave that…”

“Admiral, sir, I appreciate your concern, but I am much better. Not one hundred per cent, but I have definitely improved. I’ll be fine, sir.”

The Judge Advocate General frowned. “I shouldn’t have given you as hard a time as I did yesterday, Commander. You’re a good man. You wouldn’t take the day off without good cause and I damn well know that.” In a gentler voice, he continued. “Promise me that you will immediately let us know if you get too tired and need to get some rest. You can leave at any point if you have to, Harm.”

“Aye, aye, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“Carry on, Commander Rabb. As you were.” Watching Harm take the seat again in a noticeably slow and cautious manner, the Admiral satisfied himself that the younger man was settled back in and left the room.

After the Admiral left, Harm allowed his proper posture to relax into something a bit more comfortable and opened his top drawer to pull out a bottle of Tylenol, one of ibuprofen and a bottled water. He dumped three of the extra-strength Tylenol and two 400 mg ibuprofens into his hand and tossed them back with a gulp of water. He almost choked when he heard Sturgis boom from the doorway of his office, “God, Harm, don’t overdose on that crap.”

Harm fixed his friend with a rebuking glare. “I KNOW how many of these I can safely take. My flight surgeon briefed me on that, ages ago. It was ibuprofen and Tylenol, Commander. Thanks for your concern.”

“Hey, easy, buddy. I’m on your side here.” Turner said, placatingly. “Just tell me you had a decent breakfast in your stomach when you lobbed those hand grenades in. Did you know you loose a tablespoon of blood for every Motrin you take???”

“Yeah. I know.” Harm responded. “And no, I didn’t have breakfast, but I have a bagel I am going to start in on, in a minute.”

“That is backwards, my man. You are supposed to eat first.” His friend lectured, to which Harm responded by sticking out his tongue. “Real mature, there, Commander Rabb. Grow up.”

“Yes, mother.” Harm mocked back. “I really like your skirt!”

Harriet looked at them both funny as she walked into the office. “What about my skirt?”

“Not your skirt, Harriet, Sturgis’s.”

Harriet looked at the black officer dubiously. “Are your eyes okay, Commander? Sturgis isn’t wearing a skirt.” However, the quirk at the corner of her mouth made it clear she was joining in the joke.

“Everybody’s a comic today.” Commander Sturgis remarked without rancor and left to go to his office.

Lt. Harriet Sims looked at Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr., critically. “Sir, do you really think you should be here today? You don’t look too great.”

“Harriet, I have a deposition in an hour and a hearing before Admiral Morris after that. If I succeed at that hearing my client might be spared going to trial, so yes, I need to be here. Thanks for your concern, Lieutenant, but I will be just fine. Did you get the Adnegson brief I requested yet?”

“I’m just going to check and see if it has arrived yet, sir.” Harriet responded.

Sturgis came back into Harm’s office as Harriet left it. “Harm, I almost forgot. You are supposed to e-mail Mac this morning, ASAP. She’ll kill me if you don’t.”

Rabb looked at him suspiciously. “Did you rat me out, my friend?”

“Harm, you wound me. I can’t help it if her Spidey sense is keen when it comes to you!”

Sighing, Harm turned to his computer and pulled up his e-mail messaging system. “I’ll get you back, Sturgis. ‘Spidey sense.’ My sense that’s working overtime is my nose and I think I definitely smell a rat. A bubble headed rat.”

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