Prologue:
My dear friends and readers, thank-you for your kind words and for remembering me after these past two years of silence. It was great hearing from you, and for as long as I can, I will do my utmost to do you and this story justice. As always, you are the folks that keep a smile on my face. Bob
Misprint: Atwater Luck is 70.6 Light Years from Earth, not 7.6 Light Years
80. Arguments, Hospitals, Weddings
As Patrick's 747 was secured and everyone deplaned, Lucius finally had the courage to call William and advise him of his plan for Jemma. When William responded, Lucius didn't need his satellite phone to hear the answer. William screamed so loud he woke up his wife, who was only 8 feet away from him. He had the entire medical staff run into the room to find out what had happened to her. He told them to get out and he would settle this situation by himself, in just a few moments.
He was not so lucky with his answer to Jemma. She would not settle for, "It's only Lucius dear. He told me something I was not happy with. I will take care of it presently."
She replied, "When was the last time you lied to me and got away with it, you old fart?"
He replied, "I was hoping this would be the 1
st
time, my dear."
"Well, asshole, you failed. Put the phone by my ear and let me talk to my next husband. If you don't, I'm kicking you out of this room."
"You can't lift your head up off your pillow, my dear. How are you going to kick me out of this room?"
"I will make your life so miserable, you will walk out of here thinking it was your idea, and you know I can do it."
"Yes dear, I have been the victim of your acid tongue for many decades. The only reason we are still married is because we love each other fiercely. When you hear what this idiot has in mind, you yell at him and tell him how stupid he is for even thinking about it."
"Put the phone by my ear, blabbermouth. This call is probably costing him a fortune."
"Hello Lucius, what did you say to my asshole of a husband that made him blow his top?"
"Jemma, I am not going to make the mistake of lying to you, as he did, because your radar always picks up an untruth. I am dying. I have a disease called,
"Multiple Myeloma."
I have had it for a very long time, but that idiot that takes care of my affairs never bothered to tell me about it, until 7 months ago. We were out for a run by my home on Vancouver Island, where I slipped on a moss-covered rock and broke the lower part of my right leg. Needless to say, Paul never let me hear the end of it.
For the next few months after the operation to fix my leg, and a vein that was crushed by a bone during the fall, that bastard put me through hell. During my recovery period Paul was even more abusive than that as he put me through physical therapy, so I would be able to walk properly, again. He was smart enough to remove the firing pins from every gun in the house, because he knew I was going to kill him if I ever had the chance.
Paul flew me to the mainland and brought me to a hospital, which I now own. However, that is a different story.
The doctors did extensive blood work on me, because of my age, and when it came back, he looked at me and asked if I knew how sick I was.
I asked the nurse to get Paul into the room so he could hear what was said, and I could throw something solid at him for keeping it a secret from me.
The doctor told me that I was in stage IV of this malignant disease. I looked at Paul for an explanation of his actions.
Paul explained, "There is only one blood borne disease that is more virulent than Multiple Myeloma, and that is "Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma." Both are lethal, and neither disease is curable or treatable at this time. Physicians throw everything they have in their arsenals at these 2 diseases to try to slow down their spread through the victim's bodies, but that's all they can do at this time. Drug companies are looking for candidates to try their new medicines on, as guinea pigs. I was not going to allow you to be a guinea pig for some drug manufacturer attempting to make billions of dollars if 1 of its drugs worked 10 years in the future. I wanted you to live the remainder of your life as you lived it in the past: irascible, inscrutable, meticulous, and most of all demanding. I would not allow you to live in a hospital like setting, and walk around attached to bags of drugs that were doing nothing for you, except wasting your time.
I do have your eulogy printed up, as well as the guest list for those I intend to invite to your burial. I still have one more item to take care of, either before or after your life terminates. You may go to your rest knowing that the General, who voted against your promotion to full Colonel, will die while mowing his lawn."
"What does all this have to do with me, Lucius?"
"My love, I want to give you my heart, and I want you to give me yours."
As loud as she could, Jemma croaked, "Are you out of your fucking mind, Lucius? My heart barely keeps me alive. You would have to lie down for the rest of your life, pee into a bag, and shit into a diaper."
"That's my point, Jemma. My life is ending, and quickly, according to multiple doctors. Your body was in wonderful condition, prior to your heart attack. My heart is in excellent condition. Why don't you use it and keep my best friend happy, until his 130
th
birthday? I would be honored to know that I saved your life and gave William the woman he loves so fiercely for another 30 years of his life."
"It is such a lovely thought, Lucius, and only a man as great as you are could come up with it. I really am at a loss for words. I love you so much. I hope you're not aging like the man across from me. He's got wrinkles, inside his wrinkles, inside those wrinkles. If he doesn't stop worrying about me, I'm going to divorce him."
"If you take my heart, you can do what you used to do to him, Jemma."
"What's that?"
"You can beat the shit out of him, and then take him to bed and fuck him to death."
"No one is allowed to use that word around me, Lucius. I am so horny; I'm going to use one of these medical devices to get myself off."
"Williams is of no help to you now?"
"The bastard won't touch me, because he thinks it will hurt my heart. He doesn't realize if I got off, my heart would sing."
William interrupted, "You are not supposed to talk to my best friend about our sex life dear."