Note: Thank you all for patiently waiting for me. Real life interferes. Thanks to Donalde for beta reading for me and to all of you for reading this story.
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Patricia waited nervously by the telephone. The rumor was that Dr. Coleman would be announcing who was going to be the next surgical resident that day. She was more nervous about it than Kenji was. In fact, he barely mentioned it. It was usually her that brought it up. She knew that he would be fine with whatever happened, but she really wanted this for him. As the day passed, she gave up hope that the decision had been made and began to prepare dinner. She was looking through the refrigerator when the phone rang. She slammed the refrigerator door shut and ran to the phone thinking that it was Kenji.
"Patricia?" It was Dai's soft voice instead of Kenji's. "Is Kenjiro there?"
"No, he won't be home until tomorrow- what's wrong?" Patricia asked picking up on the woman's anxiety."
"I-I don't know for certain," Dai replied.
"Is Hiro alright?" Patricia asked starting with the obvious.
"Hiro is fine, I am fine too."
"Then that leaves Hiroshi," Patricia said. "What's wrong?"
"I- he is always so tired lately and he is losing weight. He says that he is fine, but Patricia- I do not believe him. Something is wrong."
"Do you want me to call Kenji?" Patricia asked.
"No, but will you speak with him later?"
"Yes and I'll tell him about your concerns-Dai, is he having any pain anywhere?"
"I do not think so, but he would not say even if he were. I do not think that it is the disease that your father has, but Patricia, something is very wrong with Hiroshi. I can feel it."
"I'll talk to Kenji tonight," Patricia assured her. "Do you think that you could convince him to go to the hospital if Kenji thinks he needs to go?"
"I will give him no choice," Dai replied resolutely.
"I'll call you after I talk to Kenji," Patricia said and hung up. She almost called Kenji but decided against it. He wouldn't get the message until later unless she said that it was an emergency and as far as she could tell, this wasn't an emergency.
She went back to her dinner preparations making a mental list of all that she needed to tell him. The concern about his father moved up to number one the list followed by news from Joel and Penny and then news that Niko wanted to deliver himself. On second thought, she decided to let Niko share his news first. He was so excited and it would be wrong to make him wait.
Dinner would be something simple since it would be just the three of them. She would make a nicer dinner the next day when Kenji would be home. Actually, her mother would be making the dinner since she had classes and would ride home with Kenji.
She heard a car pull into the driveway and knew that it was Abby with Niko and Marie. Niko was the first one in the house.
"Did he call?" he asked his voice full of excitement.
"Not yet, but it's early," Patricia replied thinking that the excitement was over his news.
"So we do not know if papa was chosen?" he asked.
"No, not yet," Patricia replied touched by the fact that Niko's primary concern wasn't for himself. The thought that some girl was going to be very lucky crossed her mind. "He should be calling soon and I'll let you talk to him first."
"Thank you mama," Niko said with a slight bow. He could hardly wait not only to tell Kenji his news, but to hear what happened. The thought of his papa being a surgeon thrilled him to no end. He was proud of him anyway and wanted to be like him- but a surgeon! That would be something.
"I want to talk to papa too!" Marie chimed in not wanting to be left out.
"You will," Patricia said picking her up. "Were you a good girl for aunt Abby?"
"She certainly was," Abby said as she sat down at the kitchen table.
Patricia was about to offer her a glass of water, but Niko was already filling a glass for her and asking her to stay for dinner.
"I think I will if you don't mind," Abby replied. "I don't feel like eating alone tonight."
Patricia looked at Abby with concern. She wasn't going to say anything, but changed her mind.
"Abby, what's going on?"
"Nothing, I just feel like some company tonight. Is that a problem?" Abby asked her tone sharp.
Niko and Marie looked at her and then at Patricia. Niko took Marie by the hand and led her from the kitchen.
There was a long silence before Abby spoke.
"Patricia- I'm sorry. I've just been out of sorts lately and before you ask, I'm not sick or anything like that. It's just that lately-I've been missing people. I miss Ralph more than I can say. I've missed him since he died, but lately- then there's-well- never mind. You have better things to do and think about other than the mutterings of an old woman."
Patricia sat at the table and took Abby's hands in hers.
"Abby, do you remember telling me that you thought of me as a daughter and that you loved me as such?"
"Of course I do!" Abby replied. "I meant it then and I mean it now. I love Kenji and those children too."
"You also were the first person that I told about Kenji and the first to help us instead of telling us why we couldn't happen. You put yourself at risk hiding us and I can't tell you how much we all love you for it. Abby, I think of you as another mother and just as you once told me that I could come to you with anything, you can come to me. Tell me what's bothering you."
Abby didn't say anything for a long time and then glanced at the clock.
"We have time," Patricia said. "I can always make sandwiches so tell me what's wrong."
"There isn't really anything wrong per se," Abby replied. "I can't really explain it. I just feel-out of sorts. Patricia, if I tell you something can you try to keep an open mind?"
"Abby, are you in trouble?" Patricia asked with a grin.
"What?" Abby asked momentarily confused. Then she started to laugh. That had been the question that she asked Patricia when she made her tell her what her trouble was. "No dear," she replied still laughing. She actually felt better after the laugh and gave Patricia's hand a squeeze. "You always could make me laugh," she said still chuckling. "I think that my problem is that there are things that I've never shared with anyone. I'm beginning to realize that the older I get, the more important it's becoming to me that someone know the real Abigail J. Aldridge."