APRIL 12th CHALLENGE

ANNIVERSARIES

It’s Friendly Tea-Time Day

by PearlAnn SnowStar

Father smiled to himself as he made up the second cup of tea. It was green tea, which was not his favorite. But today was the first day of March, and this was to honor the first day he met his long-time friend.

He drank the tea, then sat back, remembering.

It had been his first day at medical school.

* * *

Jacob entered the classroom. He looked around and noticed a man with a serious look on his face.

The man looked his way. There was a twinkle in his eye. He motioned for Jacob to come sit next to him.

Jacob walked over.

“Hi, I’m Jacob Wells.”

They shook hands.

“I’m Peter Alcott. What classes do you have?”

Jacob sat down and pulled out a notebook and showed him.

Peter smiled. “Same classes as me!”

The two started to chat until the professor came in.

* * *

Years later, Jacob was standing with a group of men in the front lobby of a hospital. He nervously patted down his white doctor’s uniform. He wanted to make a good impression with whatever doctor would be assigned to him.

“Interns with me,” a doctor called out.

Wonderful. That doctor sounds so mean. Doesn’t seem friendly at all.

As the doctor led them, Jacob glanced around him and noticed Peter.

Peter saw him as well and smiled.

Jacob walked over to Peter and whispered, “I thought you said you were going to some big hospital in a big city.”

“And I thought you were going to a small hospital in a big city.”

The two men looked at each other and smiled as the gruff doctor continued leading the group through the hospital.

* * *

Jacob was tired. What a day! He went to the doctor’s lounge and found some hot water. Then he looked for Earl Grey tea. There was none.

“I got some tea with me.” He turned around. Peter was standing next to him.

Peter reached into a pocket and pulled out a neatly folded brown paper bag. He opened it up. “I have green tea leaves…”

“Earl Grey tea?”

Peter laughed. “You still sound so English. You’re in luck. I just happen to have some here. I wanted to try it out. It tastes nasty.”

“Surely by now you know what I think about green tea? It’s so weak.”

They both laughed. Peter handed him the Earl Grey tea leaves.

“Remember what I told you in medical school?” Peter asked.

“Yes, that Americans don’t drink tea, but coffee. Americans sometimes don’t know what’s good for them.”

Peter laughed. “Well, I also drink coffee. What doctor were you assigned to follow?”

Jacob took out a notebook from his pocket. “It seems I have Doctor Jensen, who is a family doctor.”

“I have Doctor Anderson.”

“That mean doctor who gave us our tour and assignment?”

Peter nodded. “I think he didn’t want to greet the interns today. We’ll see tomorrow what happens to the two of us.”

Jacob sighed. “Here I thought the medical exam was bad.”

Peter patted his shoulder. “We’ll be fine.”

* * *

“Father?”

Father turned toward the voice. Catherine was standing there.

“Oh, I’m just having my tea.”

“I see. Two cups.”

“Catherine, what can I help you with?”

“Peter came by the brownstone and gave me a letter to give to you.”

“He did?”

“Yes, and he told me this was the day you two met long ago.”

“Very long ago.”

She handed him the letter. “So, it’s like an anniversary. Don’t you two meet up and share a meal or two?”

“Catherine, memories will do. There are many things to do in our lives., so, no, not every year.”

“At least every now and then?”

“Catherine, thank you for my letter.”

Catherine gave him a look, then turned around and left.

Women and their anniversaries. Memories will do just fine.

* * *

Another year came and went. Another first day of March was here. Jacob was up in his son’s apartment. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room. It was hard to go Above, but Catherine and Vincent both insisted. And speaking of the devils, they walked into the room with Cheshire Cat grins on their faces.

“Peter thought this was an excellent idea,” Catherine said as she sat next to Jacob.

“I thought so, too,” Vincent said as he sat on the other side of Jacob.

Jacob looked at Vincent and then Catherine. “This is such a bother for such a day.”

“Father, my friends mean the most to me and if I had a chance to be with them, I took it. Especially on a day celebrating when we first met.”

“Catherine, I appreciate this, but Peter and I have rarely gotten together just to celebrate a day.”

“Father, at least you should take this opportunity given to you.” Vincent looked at him. “You don’t have to keep doing this every year.”

“And you and Catherine got it in your heads that this should be the year.”

“Father, I thought it would be wonderful and so did Peter.” Catherine smiled.

Someone knocked. Catherine got up and quickly opened the door.

“Peter! Come in.” 

Peter walked in and gave Catherine a brief hug. Father stood up and walked over to his friend.

“Peter, you must forgive Vincent and Catherine for this intrusion. I know how busy you are.”

“Nonsense, I can’t ever recall us in all these years celebrating the day we first met.”

Peter looked at Catherine. “Cathy, thank you.”

Father gave her a look.

Catherine ignored Father and warmly said, “I know you two are going to have a wonderful day together. Vincent and I will be here most of the day. And you know how to get a message to us.”

“We’re not going to spend the whole day out and about, Catherine,” Father said seriously. “After all, there is much to do.”

“Oh, Jacob, you might just want to spend the whole day where we are going.” Peter had that same twinkle in his eye as he did long ago.

“Peter, it’s good to see you again, but you are so busy, as I am,” Father quickly added.

“I thought that you might enjoy what I scheduled for today.”

Vincent and Catherine grinned at each other. They quietly walked out of the room.

“And what is that?” Father asked.

Peter reached into his pocket and pulled out a small brown paper bag. “I have Earl Grey tea for you.”

“I just had tea before coming up. But I can always have another.”

“We’ll share a cup of tea later today.” Peter put the small brown bag back into this pocket. “Just to let you know, I had my Earl Grey tea earlier.”

“And earlier this day, I had that weak green tea.”

Peter laughed. “Weak? Not so. It has kept me in good health all these years. Plus, I now drink coffee as well.”

Father shook his head. “Never will touch that. Tea is my style.”

“I’m glad Catherine told me about you remembering the day we first met.” Peter grinned.

“You gave me good advice about carrying my tea with me.”

“So many years ago. We come full circle now, old friend.”

“Yes, we have.”

“Are you ready to do a bit of walking?”

Father sighed. “I suppose so. What did you have in mind?”

“You’re going to help me out at St. Vincent’s Hospital.”

Father looked at him. “Doing what?”

“I was asked to help out a few interns on their first day. I thought you might want to come along.”

Father stared at him.

“Your jaw is open, Jacob.”

“Peter, you know that my credentials were taken away.”

“Cathy did not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Let me first explain. St. Vincent’s Hospital needed help last year, as they were short staffed. They asked me if I would be willing to help them out and I said yes.”

“And?”

“Cathy contacted me. She told me she found out what you do on March first to celebrate our first meeting. She asked me if I would help her make the next anniversary celebration special. I told her I would love to help her out. Then she asked me if I would plan a special day for the two of us. I told her that I would see what I could do.”

Father looked at him.

“Well, the hospital needed me to greet some new interns on this day. They wanted me to give the usual meet, greet, and assignments. That was when I thought it would be great to have you join me.”

Peter took out an ID card from his pocket. “Cathy and I worked on getting you this card. She made inquiries. She contacted the medical board to see how to appeal that ruling from so long ago. But, since there are lots of requirements to get reinstated, they did agree to list you as a retired medical advisor. You can’t be officially practicing, but…”

“Medical advisor,” Father scoffed.

“Do you want to go through those tests again?”

Father looked shocked.

“I thought not. ‘Retired medical advisor’ would be perfect. You can assist me with the interns by letting them know what medicine was like in the past. The hospital agreed with me that that would give the interns a great perspective on the history of our profession. They printed up a temporary ID badge just for this day.”

“In other words, teach a bunch of young people, who think that the forties and fifties were ancient history and barbaric.”

“Jacob, come on, give these kids a chance. You’ll see. There are a lot of changes in medicine.”

“Some, not so good. The way they prescribe pills, with dangerous side effects, like candy. Especially to people our age.”

Peter grabbed his arm. “Well, come on. My interns will be waiting for us. And you’ll see. Medicine is exciting now.”

Father reluctantly let Peter take the lead.

* * *

It was late. Catherine paced back and forth in the living room of the apartment.

“Catherine, it’s only eight.”

She looked at Vincent. “What if something happened? Peter said that he would show him around the hospital during the morning. That they would be home by six.”

“They sent us a message that they were going to be late. There is no need to worry.”

“At seven.” She walked up to him. “He’s advanced in age. He can’t be out this long.”

He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close. “Catherine, you know plans can change. Besides, I was so surprised that Father agreed to this.”

“And probably will never do this again.”

“At least he got a chance to be with Peter for a day.”

“Maybe they both got tired and took a nap and forgot about the time?”

He kissed her forehead. “Maybe they are truly enjoying themselves.”

There was a knock at the door. Reluctantly Catherine pulled away from Vincent and opened the door.

She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Father was beaming, holding a plastic tote bag with the St. Vincent’s Hospital logo. Peter was also holding one. They walked into the apartment.

“That was indeed amazing. MRI, you say?” Father looked at Peter.

“Yes.”

“Images of the brain. The body.”

“So, what do you think of medicine today?”

“Fascinating. Just fascinating.”

Vincent and Catherine looked at each other. A smile started to cross both of their faces.

Father walked up to Catherine. “Oh, dear Catherine, how can I ever thank you.”

Father gave Catherine a small hug and then hugged Vincent. “We came here to let you know that we are all right. Peter and I will go down Below. There is no need to come with us. Stay up here if you both want to.”

He turned around to face Peter.

“We do have to be careful that Mouse won’t try to make these machines.” Father chuckled. “’Course, I would like to see where he would try to get those parts.” He paused. “On second thought, no…”

“I will stay Below and come back up tomorrow,” Peter said.

“Yes, yes.” Father nodded.

Father looked at Vincent and Catherine. “I’m so sorry to be so late. But Peter and I still have much to discuss. If you two don’t mind, we’ll head Below now.”

Peter and Father walked out chatting about MRIs and CAT scans and what happened to X-rays.

“Huh.” Catherine put her hands on her hips.

Vincent loudly laughed.

She turned and glared at him.

“Catherine, you wanted Father to enjoy this special day and he has.”

“Too much. He’s got to remember he is in his late eighties now. I just wanted him to have a special day,  not turn into a twenty-year-old.”

“He did have a special day.” Vincent walked up to her. “And we did, too, and we will continue to do so.”

They hugged.

* * *

Father was in his chamber. Peter had retired for the night and was sleeping in the guest chamber. He sat at his desk.

“This was wonderful.” He looked at all the booklets and brochures he had pulled out of the tote bags.

“Father?”

He turned to see Mary at the entrance to his chamber.

“Mary, come in.”

She walked in. “Just wanted to check and see if you’re all right. It’s very late.”

“Mary, I am fine. Wonderfully fine.” Father had a huge smile on his face.

“So good to hear. Well, have a good night.”

“Good night, Mary.”

She walked out.

“It was a good day. But now back to my responsibilities and making plans for tomorrow.”

He looked at the brochures.

Shaking his head, he chuckled. “Maybe a bit more reading. This is so fascinating.”

He got up. On the dresser was a tray with a teapot and cup. He touched the pot. Still warm. He opened a drawer and took out his Earl Grey tea, then stopped.

“Where is it?”

He looked through the drawer and found a box of green tea.

“Oh, why not?”

He put the tea in the cup, poured the hot water and walked over to the desk.

“Now, let’s see what they are doing for cancer treatments.”

He sat down and started to read.

It’s Friendly Tea-Time Day

by PearlAnn SnowStar

Father smiled to himself as he made up the second cup of tea. It was green tea, which was not his favorite. But today was the first day of March, and this was to honor the first day he met his long-time friend.

He drank the tea, then sat back, remembering.

It had been his first day at medical school.

* * *

Jacob entered the classroom. He looked around and noticed a man with a serious look on his face.

The man looked his way. There was a twinkle in his eye. He motioned for Jacob to come sit next to him.

Jacob walked over.

“Hi, I’m Jacob Wells.”

They shook hands.

“I’m Peter Alcott. What classes do you have?”

Jacob sat down and pulled out a notebook and showed him.

Peter smiled. “Same classes as me!”

The two started to chat until the professor came in.

* * *

Years later, Jacob was standing with a group of men in the front lobby of a hospital. He nervously patted down his white doctor’s uniform. He wanted to make a good impression with whatever doctor would be assigned to him.

“Interns with me,” a doctor called out.

Wonderful. That doctor sounds so mean. Doesn’t seem friendly at all.

As the doctor led them, Jacob glanced around him and noticed Peter.

Peter saw him as well and smiled.

Jacob walked over to Peter and whispered, “I thought you said you were going to some big hospital in a big city.”

“And I thought you were going to a small hospital in a big city.”

The two men looked at each other and smiled as the gruff doctor continued leading the group through the hospital.

* * *

Jacob was tired. What a day! He went to the doctor’s lounge and found some hot water. Then he looked for Earl Grey tea. There was none.

“I got some tea with me.” He turned around. Peter was standing next to him.

Peter reached into a pocket and pulled out a neatly folded brown paper bag. He opened it up. “I have green tea leaves…”

“Earl Grey tea?”

Peter laughed. “You still sound so English. You’re in luck. I just happen to have some here. I wanted to try it out. It tastes nasty.”

“Surely by now you know what I think about green tea? It’s so weak.”

They both laughed. Peter handed him the Earl Grey tea leaves.

“Remember what I told you in medical school?” Peter asked.

“Yes, that Americans don’t drink tea, but coffee. Americans sometimes don’t know what’s good for them.”

Peter laughed. “Well, I also drink coffee. What doctor were you assigned to follow?”

Jacob took out a notebook from his pocket. “It seems I have Doctor Jensen, who is a family doctor.”

“I have Doctor Anderson.”

“That mean doctor who gave us our tour and assignment?”

Peter nodded. “I think he didn’t want to greet the interns today. We’ll see tomorrow what happens to the two of us.”

Jacob sighed. “Here I thought the medical exam was bad.”

Peter patted his shoulder. “We’ll be fine.”

* * *

“Father?”

Father turned toward the voice. Catherine was standing there.

“Oh, I’m just having my tea.”

“I see. Two cups.”

“Catherine, what can I help you with?”

“Peter came by the brownstone and gave me a letter to give to you.”

“He did?”

“Yes, and he told me this was the day you two met long ago.”

“Very long ago.”

She handed him the letter. “So, it’s like an anniversary. Don’t you two meet up and share a meal or two?”

“Catherine, memories will do. There are many things to do in our lives., so, no, not every year.”

“At least every now and then?”

“Catherine, thank you for my letter.”

Catherine gave him a look, then turned around and left.

Women and their anniversaries. Memories will do just fine.

* * *

Another year came and went. Another first day of March was here. Jacob was up in his son’s apartment. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room. It was hard to go Above, but Catherine and Vincent both insisted. And speaking of the devils, they walked into the room with Cheshire Cat grins on their faces.

“Peter thought this was an excellent idea,” Catherine said as she sat next to Jacob.

“I thought so, too,” Vincent said as he sat on the other side of Jacob.

Jacob looked at Vincent and then Catherine. “This is such a bother for such a day.”

“Father, my friends mean the most to me and if I had a chance to be with them, I took it. Especially on a day celebrating when we first met.”

“Catherine, I appreciate this, but Peter and I have rarely gotten together just to celebrate a day.”

“Father, at least you should take this opportunity given to you.” Vincent looked at him. “You don’t have to keep doing this every year.”

“And you and Catherine got it in your heads that this should be the year.”

“Father, I thought it would be wonderful and so did Peter.” Catherine smiled.

Someone knocked. Catherine got up and quickly opened the door.

“Peter! Come in.” 

Peter walked in and gave Catherine a brief hug. Father stood up and walked over to his friend.

“Peter, you must forgive Vincent and Catherine for this intrusion. I know how busy you are.”

“Nonsense, I can’t ever recall us in all these years celebrating the day we first met.”

Peter looked at Catherine. “Cathy, thank you.”

Father gave her a look.

Catherine ignored Father and warmly said, “I know you two are going to have a wonderful day together. Vincent and I will be here most of the day. And you know how to get a message to us.”

“We’re not going to spend the whole day out and about, Catherine,” Father said seriously. “After all, there is much to do.”

“Oh, Jacob, you might just want to spend the whole day where we are going.” Peter had that same twinkle in his eye as he did long ago.

“Peter, it’s good to see you again, but you are so busy, as I am,” Father quickly added.

“I thought that you might enjoy what I scheduled for today.”

Vincent and Catherine grinned at each other. They quietly walked out of the room.

“And what is that?” Father asked.

Peter reached into his pocket and pulled out a small brown paper bag. “I have Earl Grey tea for you.”

“I just had tea before coming up. But I can always have another.”

“We’ll share a cup of tea later today.” Peter put the small brown bag back into this pocket. “Just to let you know, I had my Earl Grey tea earlier.”

“And earlier this day, I had that weak green tea.”

Peter laughed. “Weak? Not so. It has kept me in good health all these years. Plus, I now drink coffee as well.”

Father shook his head. “Never will touch that. Tea is my style.”

“I’m glad Catherine told me about you remembering the day we first met.” Peter grinned.

“You gave me good advice about carrying my tea with me.”

“So many years ago. We come full circle now, old friend.”

“Yes, we have.”

“Are you ready to do a bit of walking?”

Father sighed. “I suppose so. What did you have in mind?”

“You’re going to help me out at St. Vincent’s Hospital.”

Father looked at him. “Doing what?”

“I was asked to help out a few interns on their first day. I thought you might want to come along.”

Father stared at him.

“Your jaw is open, Jacob.”

“Peter, you know that my credentials were taken away.”

“Cathy did not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Let me first explain. St. Vincent’s Hospital needed help last year, as they were short staffed. They asked me if I would be willing to help them out and I said yes.”

“And?”

“Cathy contacted me. She told me she found out what you do on March first to celebrate our first meeting. She asked me if I would help her make the next anniversary celebration special. I told her I would love to help her out. Then she asked me if I would plan a special day for the two of us. I told her that I would see what I could do.”

Father looked at him.

“Well, the hospital needed me to greet some new interns on this day. They wanted me to give the usual meet, greet, and assignments. That was when I thought it would be great to have you join me.”

Peter took out an ID card from his pocket. “Cathy and I worked on getting you this card. She made inquiries. She contacted the medical board to see how to appeal that ruling from so long ago. But, since there are lots of requirements to get reinstated, they did agree to list you as a retired medical advisor. You can’t be officially practicing, but…”

“Medical advisor,” Father scoffed.

“Do you want to go through those tests again?”

Father looked shocked.

“I thought not. ‘Retired medical advisor’ would be perfect. You can assist me with the interns by letting them know what medicine was like in the past. The hospital agreed with me that that would give the interns a great perspective on the history of our profession. They printed up a temporary ID badge just for this day.”

“In other words, teach a bunch of young people, who think that the forties and fifties were ancient history and barbaric.”

“Jacob, come on, give these kids a chance. You’ll see. There are a lot of changes in medicine.”

“Some, not so good. The way they prescribe pills, with dangerous side effects, like candy. Especially to people our age.”

Peter grabbed his arm. “Well, come on. My interns will be waiting for us. And you’ll see. Medicine is exciting now.”

Father reluctantly let Peter take the lead.

* * *

It was late. Catherine paced back and forth in the living room of the apartment.

“Catherine, it’s only eight.”

She looked at Vincent. “What if something happened? Peter said that he would show him around the hospital during the morning. That they would be home by six.”

“They sent us a message that they were going to be late. There is no need to worry.”

“At seven.” She walked up to him. “He’s advanced in age. He can’t be out this long.”

He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close. “Catherine, you know plans can change. Besides, I was so surprised that Father agreed to this.”

“And probably will never do this again.”

“At least he got a chance to be with Peter for a day.”

“Maybe they both got tired and took a nap and forgot about the time?”

He kissed her forehead. “Maybe they are truly enjoying themselves.”

There was a knock at the door. Reluctantly Catherine pulled away from Vincent and opened the door.

She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Father was beaming, holding a plastic tote bag with the St. Vincent’s Hospital logo. Peter was also holding one. They walked into the apartment.

“That was indeed amazing. MRI, you say?” Father looked at Peter.

“Yes.”

“Images of the brain. The body.”

“So, what do you think of medicine today?”

“Fascinating. Just fascinating.”

Vincent and Catherine looked at each other. A smile started to cross both of their faces.

Father walked up to Catherine. “Oh, dear Catherine, how can I ever thank you.”

Father gave Catherine a small hug and then hugged Vincent. “We came here to let you know that we are all right. Peter and I will go down Below. There is no need to come with us. Stay up here if you both want to.”

He turned around to face Peter.

“We do have to be careful that Mouse won’t try to make these machines.” Father chuckled. “’Course, I would like to see where he would try to get those parts.” He paused. “On second thought, no…”

“I will stay Below and come back up tomorrow,” Peter said.

“Yes, yes.” Father nodded.

Father looked at Vincent and Catherine. “I’m so sorry to be so late. But Peter and I still have much to discuss. If you two don’t mind, we’ll head Below now.”

Peter and Father walked out chatting about MRIs and CAT scans and what happened to X-rays.

“Huh.” Catherine put her hands on her hips.

Vincent loudly laughed.

She turned and glared at him.

“Catherine, you wanted Father to enjoy this special day and he has.”

“Too much. He’s got to remember he is in his late eighties now. I just wanted him to have a special day,  not turn into a twenty-year-old.”

“He did have a special day.” Vincent walked up to her. “And we did, too, and we will continue to do so.”

They hugged.

* * *

Father was in his chamber. Peter had retired for the night and was sleeping in the guest chamber. He sat at his desk.

“This was wonderful.” He looked at all the booklets and brochures he had pulled out of the tote bags.

“Father?”

He turned to see Mary at the entrance to his chamber.

“Mary, come in.”

She walked in. “Just wanted to check and see if you’re all right. It’s very late.”

“Mary, I am fine. Wonderfully fine.” Father had a huge smile on his face.

“So good to hear. Well, have a good night.”

“Good night, Mary.”

She walked out.

“It was a good day. But now back to my responsibilities and making plans for tomorrow.”

He looked at the brochures.

Shaking his head, he chuckled. “Maybe a bit more reading. This is so fascinating.”

He got up. On the dresser was a tray with a teapot and cup. He touched the pot. Still warm. He opened a drawer and took out his Earl Grey tea, then stopped.

“Where is it?”

He looked through the drawer and found a box of green tea.

“Oh, why not?”

He put the tea in the cup, poured the hot water and walked over to the desk.

“Now, let’s see what they are doing for cancer treatments.”

He sat down and started to read.

13 Comments

  1. What a lovely idea for Father to have a small, but needed role above. It would go a long way in helping him heal. Thanks for this, PearlAnn. It was very sweet! <3

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    • Thank you. Father needed to get out of his set ways.

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  2. I always love a story that gives us insight into who these beloved characters were before we “met” them. Your portrayal of long-standing friendship between Father and Peter is spot on. I felt like I was there with them! Thanks very much for writing this story.

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    • You’re welcome

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  3. PearlAnn, this story of Father, all grumpy and put-upon at first, is just a delight. What a great characterization of Father, Peter, Vincent and Catherine. I really enjoyed Catherine’s and Vincent’s interactions with one another. And it was so …Father … at the end, a lovable curmudgeon who could see the ‘light’ sometimes. Thank you for a great piece.

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    • Dear Pearl Ann, you made Father finally happy! I can’t believe that, congratulations! Very nice and touching story. Hugs, Nelly

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      • Thanks Nelly

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    • You’re welcome. Father just can’t be grumpy all the time.

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    • Thank you

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  4. I love this for Father! And I do love back-stories, stories of “before”. You’ve given us a good one, PearlAnn! Thank you!

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    • Thank you Carole (love your stories too)

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  5. This was lovely! Love the idea of Father getting to revisit and relive a part of his life that he probably thought was long gone for him.

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  6. I really like the idea of ​​Father having his anniversary, it’s lovely to celebrate the friendship with Peter. I’m glad the idea came from Catherine…and the celebration went well…Catherine and Vincent are the backdrop to this story…but my heart rejoices that they are leading a happy life together.

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