Coming Full Circle–Part 4
By Nancy F. Thysell (the Nifty Lady)
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When Johnny finally made it to the front of the plane, Pam pulled him aside.
"Wait here. Give me a moment," she instructed him. Impatiently he waited as other passengers hurried off the plane. The anxious paramedic replaced his hat on his head and slung the garment bag over his shoulder with one hand while he held on to his bag with the other. Pam had to wait for most of the passengers to disembark. When they began to trickle down, she grabbed her own carry-on luggage and turned to Johnny.
"Come on, I’ll get you to an area where you should be able to get through to KC without any interference," she said as she headed up the passageway. Johnny was right on her heels. When they reached the concourse, she pointed the direction they’d be taking and side by side they hurried toward an "Employees Only" marked door.
Pam guided Johnny through a maze of halls and stopped at lounge-like room. There were lockers and tables along with various vending machines. At one end of the room there was a payphone. Johnny grinned with appreciation as he saw the phone.
"Thanks Pam," he told her as he crossed to the instrument.
"No problem. There’s a list of numbers on the wall there for each of our desks as the various airports we fly in and out of," she explained. "You should see a couple of numbers for KC."
"Yeah. Does it matter which one?" he asked.
"I doubt it. They’re probably being swamped with calls. When you get through, ask them to page Chris for you or her family. Hopefully, they’re still there, I guess," she hoped she was being helpful.
"I wonder if I should call her house first?" he said as be began to dial the number.
"Well, if they don’t answer the page, then call their house."
"Oh, Pam? What do I do about getting to Kansas City now?" He cradled the handset between his shoulder and his ear. He got a busy signal. "Damn. Busy."
"Try the other number. I’ll go see what we can do about getting you to KC. I’ll need your ticket," she explained. Johnny handed her his ticket and she disappeared back into the maze. Johnny tried the other number. This time it rang and rang and rang. Someone had to pick it up sometime so he held on.
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Chris finally completed her prayer and rose to her feet. She brushed off her knees before stepping out from behind the plants. Looking around she spied the ladies room and headed for its door. She walked over to the wall of mirrors and checked her appearance. Her eyes were puffy from crying and when she stared into them, she felt nothing looking back. A hollow shell stood before her. When would she feel normal again. She tore her eyes from the mirror and pulled a paper towel from the dispenser and ran it under the faucet. She placed the wet towel over her face. It felt cool against her hot flesh. She threw the used towel in the trash and left without looking back in the mirror. What did it matter now what she looked like anyway?
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Roy grabbed the list as soon as the stack hit the desk. He and Hank moved aside so they could peruse the names. They checked it twice. Johnny’s name wasn’t on the list!
Hank scratched his head. "You think he missed the flight?"
"It’s possible. He was running late when I dropped him off. I wonder how we find out what flight he did take?"
"Why don’t you call JoAnne and see if she’s heard from him and I’ll see what I can find out from the airline reps," Hank suggested.
"Good idea. I’ll meet you back here as soon as I talk to JoAnne." Roy grinned with hope for the first time in hours. The two men went in opposite directions, intent on their tasks.
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"No, you don’t understand," Johnny was trying to explain to someone in Kansas City when Pam returned with his ticket. "I’ve got to reach someone who was waiting for Flight 1935, not on it."
Pam overheard his distress and reached for the handset.
"Hello? To whom am I speaking? ...Yes Miss Barrett. My name is Pamela Forester. I am a stewardess for United Airways...I’ve been trying to assist this passenger, Mr. Gage in contacting his party in Kansas City. ...Yes, I do understand that but Mr. Gage was rerouted to Chicago and his party is unaware that he took a later flight....We would like to have them paged. Yes. That’s it. He would like to page Chris Martin...Yes, we will hold. Thank you."
Pam smiled as she handed Johnny the phone. "It may take a few minutes but she’s paging Chris now."
Johnny gave her a lopsided grin. "Thanks Pam. I really owe you one. What did you find out about me getting to Kansas?"
"Well, because of the crash, they can’t fly you back in until some time tomorrow. You have your choice of a night here in a local hotel and a flight tomorrow or a free car rental and you can drive."
Johnny frowned. Neither option sounded that great. "How long will it take me to drive?"
"I don’t know. Six or seven hours at least. Maybe more. I’ve never driven it," Pam admitted.
"Well, I’ll see what Chris wants me to do first," he finally decided. He didn’t relish the idea of driving overnight on unfamiliar roads. But, on the other hand, he really didn’t want to spend the night in Chicago. Pam nodded her understanding.
"Okay. Look, I’ve got to go report in but I’ll be back as soon as I can. Maybe by then you’ll have gotten a hold of Chris and then I can help you with your arrangements. Whatever you two decide, okay?"
"Yeah. Thanks Pam," he said sincerely. He watched as she walked away, admiring the view. Pam was a beautiful woman but she wasn’t Chris. And right now he wanted to be with Chris more than anything. The recorded music played in his ear. At least he knew he was still connected. Now all he had to do was wait.
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Chris had barely found her way back to her parents when she heard the page.
"Paging Miss Chris Martin. Chris Martin. Please pickup a white courtesy phone. Paging Miss Chris Martin," the public address system announced.
All three of them began to look around to find a white phone. Annie spotted one on a round pillar to one side of the room. They rushed over to it.
Chris nervously picked up the handset. "This is Chris Martin. I was paged," she said breathlessly.
"One moment please," the voice said. "Go ahead sir."
"Chris?"
"Johnny?" She felt her knees go weak. Her father supported her. "Is it really you?"
"Yeah, sweetie."
"Where are you? What happened? I’ve been sick with worry!" Tears of joy and anger spilled from her eyes.
"I know baby. I’m sorry. I took a later flight. I tried to call you but I couldn’t get through. I never dreamed anything bad would happen," he apologized. He could hear her crying. "Don’t cry sweetie. It’s okay. I’m okay."
"But where are you?"
"I’m in Chicago. They wouldn’t let them land at KC."
"But when will I see you. I need to see you!" she pleaded earnestly.
"Either the airlines will put me up in a hotel tonight and fly me back sometime tomorrow or I could drive all night," he paused to let her digest that information. "I’ll do whatever you want me to do."
"Oh, Johnny! That’s hours from now. I don’t like either choice. I need you now!" she cried.
Johnny never felt so helpless as he did at that moment. "Oh sweetie I need you so much. I hate that I’m so far away. I hate that you’re upset. Can you forgive me?"
"Yes my love. I’m so relieved to know you weren’t on that plane. You might have..."
"Don’t even say it sweetie. I guess someone up there likes me," he said with a slight smile.
Chris smiled a little too. "I guess He does. Johnny, I don’t want you driving down here in the dark. Why don’t you stay there tonight? It’ll be easier on us all, I think. Mom and Dad are here."
"Oh good. I’m glad you’re not alone. Are you okay?"
"I am now. I can’t wait to see you. Do you know when you’ll be flying out?"
"Not yet. Listen, you and your folks need to go on home now. I’ll call you in the morning with my flight plans. Okay?" he asked tentatively.
"Okay. I love you so much. I thought I’d never hear your voice again!" she whispered. "Hurry home to me."
"As soon as I can sweetie. As soon as I can," he promised.
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Johnny hated hanging up the phone with Chris but it was a long distance call on his dime. He then placed a collect call to Roy’s house, hoping his partner wouldn’t mind.
Roy was on the line with JoAnne when the telephone operator interrupted.
"Excuse me. I have an emergency call for this line. Will you release the line?" the female operator asked in a monotone.
"Yes, of course. Jo, I’ll call back in a few minutes," Roy said as he hung up, certain that the call had something to do with the plane crash and Johnny. JoAnne hung up the handset and waited for the call to come through.
Marco, Chet and Mike all crowded around JoAnne waiting to find out what had happened. They all jumped when the phone rang. JoAnne grabbed it up before the ring stopped.
"Hello?" she asked anxiously.
"Will you accept a collect call from John Gage?" the operator intoned.
"Yes! Yes, I’ll accept the call," JoAnne said excitedly.
"JoAnne?"
"Johnny! Is it really you?"
Johnny chuckled. "Yeah, Jo. It’s me. Is Roy there?"
"No. He went to the airport with Hank. We’ve been trying to get information for hours about you. Are you all right?"
"Yes. I’m fine. I wasn’t on the flight that crashed," Johnny told her.
"What? I don’t understand. Roy said that was your flight."
"Well, it was originally but I took a later flight."
"Oh! Thank goodness. Then you’re okay?"
"Yes Jo. I’m fine except that I’m in Chicago."
"Chicago? Why?"
"Because of the crash they closed the airport to all incoming flights," Johnny explained.
"I see. We’ve been so worried. The guys are over here."
"Oh, man. I’m so sorry. I never dreamed taking a later flight would be so upsetting. I couldn’t get a hold of Chris before I left LA."
"Oh my! Have you talked to her? How is she?" JoAnne asked with concern.
"I just talked to her. She and her folks were waiting at the airport when the plane crashed. They were all pretty upset. Chris was really upset. But she’s feeling better now that she knows I’m alive."
"I’ll bet. Is there anyway Roy can reach you?" she wanted to know.
"I don’t know. The airlines is going to put me up at a hotel and fly me to KC in the morning, I guess," Johnny admitted.
"Well, what do you want me to tell Roy?"
"Tell him that I’ll call in the morning before I leave for KC. And tell him not to worry about flying into KC. If I’m not there, somebody from Chris’ family will be but it’ll probably be me and Chris."
"Okay. I’ll tell him," JoAnne promised.
"Thanks Jo. And again, I’m sorry if I had you guys worried. I called as soon as I could."
"I know you did. We’re just all so grateful you’re not hurt..." JoAnne hesitated and Johnny could sense there was something JoAnne wasn’t saying.
"Jo? What’s wrong?"
JoAnne voice caught as she tried to put her fears into words. "I’m just really afraid for Roy to fly out there, Johnny. What if..."
"Now JoAnne, you know the odds are in our favor. Besides, flying is still the safest way to travel. Don’t worry about him. He’ll be fine," Johnny tried to be reassuring.
"Oh, I know. It’s just that the pictures on the news were so graphic. I guess it’s just a little too real," JoAnne admitted quietly.
"I know how you feel, Jo. But he’ll be okay. Trust me."
"Thanks Johnny. Listen, I’d better let you go. Roy was on the line when you interrupted. He’s probably trying to call back right now."
"Okay. I’ll talk to you guys in the morning. Thanks for caring."
"You’re family Johnny. We love you."
"I love you guys too. Say goodbye to the guys for me. Night," Johnny said and reluctantly hung up the phone.
"Night," JoAnne responded and then the line went dead. Before she had a chance to answer any of the questions Marco, Chet and Mike had the phone rang again. This time it was Roy.
"Hello?"
"It’s Roy. Who was it? What happened?" he demanded anxiously.
"It was Johnny," JoAnne answered him happily. "He’s okay. Why don’t you guys come on home and I’ll tell you everything when you get here?"
"Okay. Thanks honey. We’ll be home as soon as we can get out of here." Roy was so relieved to hear that his partner was okay that he felt like doing somersaults. He hung up the phone and found Hank and gave him the good news. They hurried to find Hank’s car and get back to Roy’s. It looked like that this Thanksgiving would indeed be one of gratitude.
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Thanksgiving Day that year was one for the memory books. Johnny was put on a 7:30 a.m. flight back to KC. He waited until he got to KC to call Roy. It was a relief to both men to hear the other’s voice. Johnny promised to be there when Roy’s flight came in that evening. Chris and her Dad came back to pick him up. As Johnny waited for the plane to taxi to the gate he could see the grim reminders of the airplane disaster that still marred the runway.
As soon as the door was opened, Johnny was up and almost ran up the passageway to the waiting room. Chris was waiting and watching anxiously and as soon as she spied Johnny she jumped up and waved her arm.
"Johnny!" she cried. Johnny returned her smile with a huge grin as he ran to her, dropped his bags and swept her into his arms.
"Chris!" he called over and over as he whirled her around, knocking his hat to the floor. He held her close and kissed her hungrily when his lips finally found hers. The kiss seemed to last forever. The other passengers couldn’t help but notice the young couple as her father stood by in growing embarrassment. Finally he cleared his throat to try and get their attention.
"Ahem! John. Chris," he whispered loudly.
John released Chris reluctantly and smiled apologetically at his future father-in-law. "Sorry."
Chris blushed slightly as she found her feet again. She clung to Johnny with her arms around his waist. Johnny draped his arm around her.
"That your hat?" Doug asked in a teasing tone. John look at him blankly and then at the floor. There his dress hat sat, upside down on the floor.
"Oh no!" Johnny cried as he reached down and picked it up and brushed off the dirt.
"Don’t worry. We’ll get it taken care of," Doug promised with a laugh. "Let’s get your bags so we can get home. Annie’s trying to get that turkey done in time for dinner and hopefully before all the relatives arrive."
"Okay. This is all I have," Johnny indicated the garment bag and the smaller bag. Doug picked up the garment bag and Johnny took the other. He kept his free arm wrapped around Chris as she held on to him. They made their way out to the parking lot. In a few short minutes they were headed to the Martin’s home just on the outskirts of Kansas City.
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Thanksgiving dinner with the Martins was a memorable event for Johnny. He met all of Chris’ family–the sister, the brothers, the sister-in-laws, the brother-in-law, the nieces, the nephews, and both sets of grandparents. In addition to friends that dropped by off and on during the afternoon. Johnny was beginning to wish everyone would wear a name tag but he muddled through.
After stuffing themselves with all the traditional Thanksgiving fare, Johnny and Chris started opening some of their wedding gifts. Chris’ sister teased them as to how each of the gifts could be used creatively. Opening the gifts and recording the names of the gift givers took awhile but they had a lot of fun. Johnny thought he’d never seen Chris look happier.
Six o’clock found them back at the airport to meet Roy’s flight. Roy came through the passageway from the plane, grateful to be back on the ground. He, too, had had misgivings about flying after the earlier crash but his flight had gone without a hitch. Johnny and Chris met him at the gate.
"Hey Johnny! Chris!" he called as he spied them in the crowd. Roy also carried a garment bag and a carry-on bag. Johnny had to laugh at his dress cap perched precariously on Roy’s head. He could just imagine how he must have looked to Chris and her father when he had arrived.
"Roy! How was your flight?" Johnny asked as he greeted his friend with a bear hug.
"Well, it started off a bit of a white knuckler but I finally calmed down so it wasn’t too bad. Glad to be back on the ground though. Hi Chris," he said as he gave her a quick kiss on her cheek.
"Hey Roy. We’re glad you could come!" she informed him. Roy motioned his head in Johnny’s direction.
"Well, you know this guy. Couldn’t let him get married without me! He’s so accident prone, I think he just wanted some insurance in case he gets hurt," Roy joked as them moved down the concourse.
"Hey!" Johnny complained. "I’m not THAT accident prone."
"Oh yeah? Just look what you’ve been through since you met Chris. And that doesn’t count the time you got that virus, the snake bite or the cave in...or..."
"Okay. Okay. I get the point. I’m just glad you came!" Johnny flashed his infamous grin.
"Me too Junior. So what’s on the agenda?"
"Well, we’re on our way to the church for the rehearsal."
"Now? I just got in?" Roy complained.
"Welcome to KC, Pally." Johnny grinned and took Roy’s bag as Chris giggled.
They found the car and drove directly from the airport to the church for the rehearsal. Roy thought Johnny was almost too calm during the rehearsal. But everything went well and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Afterwards, they headed for Chris’ brother’s house where Johnny and Roy would be spending the night. The wedding was set for one o’clock in the afternoon because they had to catch their flight at six to return to Los Angeles.
Chris saw to it that Johnny and Roy got safely into her brother Dale’s home and found their room. It was finally time to say goodnight, so hand in hand, Johnny walked Chris out the car.
"Well, I guess this is the last time I have to say goodbye when I say goodnight," Chris said shyly. She leaned against the car door and Johnny leaned in close to her. The nighttime November air smelled of ice and snow.
"Well, at least as a single lady," Johnny agreed. Chris giggled as she played with the buttons on his jacket.
"I can’t wait to be your wife," she whispered. Her warm breath hung on the frosty air.
"Me either," he said as he sought her lips with his. He pressed her against the car as he kissed her passionately. He felt her arms encircle him. After all that had happened in the past 24 hours, he found he wanted her desperately. He kissed her again, pulling her close.
"Oh, Johnny. I don’t want to go home!"
"It won’t be long now, sweetie. In a little over twelve hours we’ll be married." He felt Chris shiver under his arms. "Hey! You’re getting cold! You need to go anyway."
"Why?"
"You need your rest. You’ve got a big day ahead of you."
"I do don’t I? And what about you, Mr. Gage?"
"What about me?"
"Are you going to get a good night’s sleep?"
Johnny turned and looked back at the house. "Well, I don’t know. I’m not too sure about those bunk beds in there. But I guess I’ll manage." He grinned at her. "Go. Get warm and drive safe. Call me when you get to your parents so I know you made it home okay."
Chris’ teeth chattered. "Yes sir. I love you John Gage!"
"I love you sweetie. G’night." He kissed her one last time and made her get behind the steering wheel.
"Night love," she said as he shut the door. The engine turned over and reluctantly Chris drove off into the night. Johnny watched until she was out of sight. He bounced back and forth on the balls of his feet, feeling the cold and hurried back into the warmth of Dale’s home. He sure hoped it didn’t snow.
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Friday morning, the day after Thanksgiving broke with a fine dusting of snow. Chris opened the shade on her bedroom and looked out on the winter wonderland.
"Oh no!" she moaned. As much as she loved the beauty of a snowy day this was definitely not the day for it.
"Mom!" she cried as she rushed from her room. Her mother was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. The aroma of freshly fried bacon, hot coffee and hot cakes filled the air.
"What honey?" Annie asked nonchalantly while she poured more batter onto a hot griddle.
"It snowed!" Chris whined. Annie gazed out the window and smiled.
"It certainly did. Isn’t it beautiful?" she commented as she flipped a pancake. "You ready for breakfast?"
Chris looked at her in disbelief. "How can you think of food at a time like this?"
Her mother looked at her with disdain. "Chris it’s just a little snow. It’s not the end of the world."
"But Mom! It’s my wedding day!" she wailed.
"So. What do you want me to do?" Annie moved the hot cake to a warming plate in the oven.
Chris slumped down on a kitchen chair and pouted.
"Make it stop."
"It’s already stopped."
"Make it go away."
Annie rolled her eyes and looked out the window again.
"Chris, it’s not even a quarter inch deep. It’ll be melted by noon. Don’t be such a baby!" she admonished. "Come on and have something to eat. It’s going to be a busy day and you might not get much else to eat."
Chris begrudgingly accepted the plate of pancakes and bacon that her mother offered her. But she felt too nervous to eat. She poured herself a glass of orange juice from the pitcher on the table and took a sip. Her dad entered the room with the morning paper and sat across from his youngest daughter.
"Morning baby," he greeted her and took the pitcher and poured more juice for himself and one for his wife. Annie sat down with two more plates of food. She poured syrup on both stacks. Then she reached over and brought the coffee pot down to the table and poured a cup for her husband and herself.
"Hi Daddy," Chris responded as she played with her food.
"What’s wrong?" he asked as he added cream and sugar to his coffee.
"Oh, the snow. Mom says it’ll melt before the wedding. What do you think?"
"I think your mother’s right. It’s already starting to melt. You’re going to have a beautiful day for your wedding," he consoled her. Chris looked up at her father and gave him a little smile.
"Thanks Daddy."
"Anytime sweetheart. Now eat something!" he ordered and opened the paper.
"Oh fine. She’ll eat for you but not her own mother!" Annie complained good naturedly. "Hand me the women’s section would you dear?"
Doug handed her a section of the paper and continued reading as he ate his breakfast. Chris ate about half of the food on her plate. She was just getting up to clear her plate when her mother called her over.
"Chris! Look at this! It’s in today’s paper!" Annie exclaimed with surprise. Chris crossed to her mother and looked over her shoulder at the paper. There on the society page was a head shot of Chris in her wedding gown along with an announcement about her wedding.
"Isn’t that supposed to be in tomorrow’s paper?" Chris asked.
"I thought so but I guess with the holiday they ran it today instead."
"Mom! Call Dale’s and tell him not to let Johnny see this. I don’t want him to see it until after the wedding!" Chris pleaded.
"Why on earth not?"
"I don’t want anything to jinx the wedding!"
"Oh Chris. Don’t be silly!"
"Mom!"
"Okay. Okay. I’ll call him. Don’t get your knickers in a wad!"
"Oh mom!"
"I think it’s time you took your shower. Your hair appointment is in an hour. Now scoot!" Annie ordered.
"Yes ma’am," Chris complied obediently and hurried off. She had a lot to do before they left for the church.
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Roy stretched his long legs and hit the footboard of the bunk bed in the bedroom of Dale’s son Alan. He swore softly and looked across to see his partner grinning at him.
"Morn’n Pally," Johnny said with a chuckle.
"Morning. What’s so funny?"
"Us. How in the world did we wind up in a kid’s room?" he asked. He looked around at the toys and posters of an eight-year-old boy. A "Star Wars" poster hung over the bed.
"Did you sleep at all?" Roy asked as he sat up and rubbed his face.
"Some. Kinda hard to get comfortable, ya know?" Johnny sat up as well. Roy chuckled in response.
"Yeah. I do. You want the shower first?"
"Nah, you go ahead."
"Thanks, I think," Roy replied as he pulled on his robe and gathered his things. He headed out the door and down the hall to the bathroom.
Johnny threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and went in search of the kitchen and a cup of coffee. He found Dale’s wife Allison starting to put breakfast together.
"Good morning Johnny. Hungry?"
"Always," Johnny quipped. "Any coffee ready?"
"Just about. Have a seat and I’ll find you a cup." Allison opened the dishwasher and pulled out a mug from the top rack. "Here ya go."
Johnny took the cup and waited until the coffee finished brewing.
"I hope the beds weren’t too uncomfortable but it’s the best we could do," she apologized as she poured him his coffee.
"Don’t worry about it. After all it was only for one night. We survived it," he told her with a laugh. "Just don’t expect me and Chris to sleep in there when we come for a visit."
Allison laughed with him. "Don’t worry. I wouldn’t do that to Chris! Did you see the snow?"
"Snow! Really?" Johnny turned and peeked out the window. "Wow! Snow. Haven’t seen snow in years."
"Well, it’s already melting so it should be gone by this afternoon. Now, what do you want for breakfast?"
"What are you offering?"
"Cereal, eggs, bacon, toast, fruit, or waffles?"
"Sounds good!"
"All of it?" Johnny nodded happily. Allison rolled her eyes. "Okay. You asked for it. Hot or cold cereal?"
"Cold will be fine. Let me help you," Johnny offered. He got up and Allison opened the cupboard to show him a choice of cereal and handed him a bowl.
"Take your pick. Milk’s in the fridge," she told him and Johnny helped himself to the cereal while Allison started a pan of bacon. Roy wandered in, also dressed casually, as Allison placed a platter of scrambled eggs and bacon on the table.
"Good morning...uh..." Allison greeted Roy but faltered on his name.
"Roy. Good morning Allison," he replied. She smiled apologetically.
"Ready for some breakfast?"
"Yes. Thank you."
"Coffee?"
"Please." Roy sat down next to Johnny who was busy shoveling down some eggs. He waved his fork at his partner and grinned. Roy just rolled his eyes. Allison placed a cup of coffee and a clean plate in front of Roy along with an assortment of silverware.
"Thanks Allison," he said appreciatively.
"No problem, Roy. If you want anything you don’t see, just ask," she told him. She crossed the kitchen and went to the stairs and called for her family to come to breakfast. When she returned she noted how much Johnny had scarfed down and chuckled. She realized he wasn’t kidding when he said he was hungry.
"Johnny if you want to guarantee yourself a hot shower I suggest you do so quickly. With this crew of mine it won’t last long," she informed her future brother-in-law. Johnny wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"Thanks Allison. I think I’ll do that right now. Excuse me," he said and pushed himself away from the table with a satisfied grin. "Great breakfast."
"Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it," she responded warmly. A moment later her husband, Dale and their boys Alan and Billy crowded into the room. Roy had the privilege of getting to know this part of the Martin family better. While he enjoyed the comradery, he was getting anxious for this day to be over. He really wanted to get back to LA and his family. Not that he wouldn’t have come to stand up with Johnny on his wedding day, he just felt the need to be home. It was hard to explain, even to himself.
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The morning flew by quickly. Both Johnny and Roy imposed on Allison to help them get rid of a few wrinkles in their dress uniforms. At noon they were both dress and ready to go. Johnny grinned at his partner. He had to admit, that despite the discomfort of the formal dress, the uniforms looked sharp. They loaded their luggage into the back of Dale’s station wagon and soon they were on the way to the church. One more hour to go and Johnny would be married. Now, he was beginning to feel nervous.
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THE END OF PART 4–CONTINUED IN PART 5
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