All posts by Rebecca Lovell

Writer of romance fiction. I love happy endings, friends turned lovers and the long game. I also love cats, running, horror movies, and saying y’all all the time.

All Good Things

As of Wednesday, The Absence of Intellect is complete. I enjoyed writing it, and I also enjoyed sharing it here with you. I’ve re-edited it and will release October 30th for Kindle. It’ll be permafree, and I really hope you’ll download it so you can read it at your leisure all over again, or read the whole thing if you’ve missed any chapters.

So what’s next? Don’t you worry a bit, friends. Starting in December a new novella begins! At Any Cost is a little different in tone and features some morally grey main characters, but it’s still a love story in the end. I hope you’ll stay with me for the new story too!

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The Ghost

When I was in high school and college, I was obsessed with Phantom of the Opera. We’re talking getting our hands on Susan Kay’s retelling, scouring the original book for details, and because Young Becca was a budding writer, I wrote fanfiction. You probably won’t be surprised that it was a romance, and a continuation where the musical left off.

It proved to be very popular. I had phans writing to me to tell me they printed the whole thing out and kept it in a binder. Having hissy fits when chapters were late. Following it as it bounced through THREE separate sites.

So when the prompt for the YeahWrite Super Challenge gave the option of writing a famous fictional character that was in the public domain, my inner Phantom nerd was screaming to be released. For once, I decided to let her free and as a result I am moving to Round Two of the Super Challenge.

As a side note, I wrote this entire story while sitting in a hot tub and eating cookies. Enjoy.


The Ghost

The boy looked nothing like him, and for that Erik was grateful. For one thing it meant that he had a happy life, and his rosy cheeks and shiny black hair belied that he was happy, privileged, and loved. Even so, the boy who wasn’t really a boy anymore had come the moment he’d received Erik’s letter and now stood hundreds of feet below the Paris Opera surveying his brother’s work. The cool air breathed the scent of roses with the barest hint of damp beneath it, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“I can hardly believe it,” he said, awe rounding his words in a way Erik had scarcely heard before. “To think you were able to build all this with no one the wiser.”

“It’s not so difficult when you’re invisible as far as the world is concerned. Now, Adrian, what do you think about the piano?”

“It’s beautiful to be sure,” Adrian said. “Or at least it was in its day. I’m not certain it will see that beauty again.” He went to the piano and ran a hand over it slowly, savoring its smoothness as would a lover. It only cemented Erik’s certainty that he had been right to let his brother into his new home.

“If you can’t repair it, I fear its voice is lost forever,” he said. “You’re the finest craftsman Paris has seen.” Adrian looked at his brother, not with the curiosity he had when he was a child but with a brother’s exasperation.

“It’s unlike you to flatter anyone,” he said.

“Flattery perhaps,” Erik said, “but the truth at heart.” It was the truth. The musical talent in their bloodline hadn’t stopped with Erik. Though he’d been forbidden to have contact with his brother as a child, the monster who lived in the cellar stole up whenever their mother was away and gave his brother lessons on the piano. He’d been a quick study and as a result, Adrian could play just as beautifully as his brother. Moreover, he was able to repair pianos and violins, becoming one of the most sought-after craftsmen in Paris. Erik didn’t believe him when he said he’d moved there to be closer to his older brother but he was glad of his presence. If all went as planned, Adrian would be the only person who knew he was alive.

“All right, all right, I’ll see what I can do,” Adrian said, unable to hide his smile as he opened the top of the piano to inspect the damage. He looked inside for a long time, then reached in and plucked one of the strings. Then he touched the felt-covered hammers, squeezed them one by one until some of the rotting fibers came off in his fingers. “The damp’s gotten to them. You’ll need to take special care once they’re replaced to keep them from getting wet again if you’re determined to live down here.”

“Then you can fix it?”

“She’ll sing again,” Adrian said with a nod. “I’ll need to get materials from my shop and it will take time, but I won’t let her die so poorly. Even if it’s a lost cause I can’t bear to let her sit in this state any longer.” 

“You have my thanks,” Erik said, watching his younger brother go to the toolbox he’d brought along. He opened it, then looked up at Erik.

“Take off that damn mask, won’t you? I feel as though I’m talking to a phantom.” Erik hesitated and Adrian sighed. “There’s no one down here but the two of us, unless you’re hiding someone in your wardrobe.”

“I’ve grown accustomed to it,” Erik said, making no move to remove the mask. Adrian’s light blue eyes, so much like his own, locked on Erik’s and for a moment he wondered if he might have looked like the boy were his face whole. Neither spoke until the younger of the two men finally broke eye contact with a shake of his head.Suit yourself. Come on then,” Adrian said waving him over. “You’ll need to know how to repair this yourself.”

“Yes, of course.” Erik joined his brother at the piano and took the proffered wrench from him. Under Adrian’s guidance he began the task of removing the rotted felt from the hammers, and when they spoke to one another it was in the easy way that any brothers might have. 

The candles that lit the underground apartment burned to stubs as they worked, and for the first time since he’d arrived in Paris with his deformed face hidden by themask his mother had put on him as a child, Erik was able to believe that he would come to a good end.

The Absence of Intellect – Eighteen

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“I can’t believe you fried your computer before you left,” Robin said, laughing as she lifted her wine glass to her lips. “I am so glad I decided to stay the weekend.”

“I’d like to say I don’t know what came over me,” Emily said, swirling her own wine around her glass, “but it was a long time in the making. Besides, I can always blame it on a misguided attempt to fill my big sister’s shoes.”

“As far as I’m concerned, you did just that,” Hunter said. “Destroying company property and giving your two weeks on the way out the door, then getting a new job the next day? She’d definitely be proud of you. I know I am.” He took a drink of the wine he’d ordered in spite of the way Robin was glaring at him. “It’s a shame I never got to meet her.”

“She would have liked you,” Emily said as the waitress put their bill on the table. “Missy had a talent for figuring people out; she would have known you were a winner from the start.” She reached for the bill at the same time Robin and Hunter both reached for it, but the combination of his longer arms and the fact that the waitress automatically put the bill closer to him meant he got to it first.

“Sorry, ladies, tonight is my treat.” He put his card in the folio without looking at the bill, ignoring the protests of Emily and Robin on either side of him, and handed it to the waitress. “If you two can see your way to forgiving me, I’d like to take you on an adventure.”

“Adventure?” Emily looked interested and Robin rolled her eyes.

“Don’t fall for it,” she said. “Every time he said that when I was a kid we ended up doing some boring educational thing or picking up trash on the beach.”

“You enjoyed yourself every time, too,” Hunter said. “I still remember that much.”

“I’m game,” Emily said, finishing her wine. “You’re going to have to give me directions, though. Unless you want Robin to drive us, she probably knows where you’re taking us.”

“She doesn’t,” Hunter said as the waitress returned with his card and receipt. “I’m driving tonight.” He signed his receipt while the two women offered a number of reasons why he should just let one of them drive, but he simply smiled and shook his head all the way out the door. Emily stopped arguing first, resigning herself to her fate and slipping her hand into his while Robin decided to go at him from another angle.

“You’ve already been drinking tonight, Dad,” she said. “Why don’t you just let me drive? You and Emily can sit in the back together and, I don’t know, make out or something.”

“Can’t do it,” Emily said apologetically. “I get carsick in the back seat. If anyone should drive it should be me.”

“We’ve all been drinking,” Hunter said, unlocking his car. “Besides, I drove us to the restaurant. I can drive us where we’re going. After we’re done, you two can fight over who gets to drive us home. I promise.” He smiled at his daughter, who flung herself into the backseat like a petulant child and folded her arms over her chest. Emily stifled a laugh as she got into the passenger seat.

“When do you have to be back in Denver, Robin?” She buckled her seat belt and looked back at Robin, who shot her father a dirty look before smiling at Emily.

“I’ll be flying out Sunday night,” she replied. “I have to be back in the lab first thing Monday morning to present everything from the meetings to my team.”

“Yeah, I’ve been there before. What is it that you do, anyway? Your dad hasn’t told me much about your line of work.” Still wearing her seat belt, Emily turned as far around as she could and Robin smiled and took out her phone.

“I’m working for a company called FuturaChem,” she said. “Putting my degrees to good use trying to find renewable energy sources. Right now my team is working on using waste gases as a secondary fuel source for electric cars to offset the amount of electrical energy that has to be generated to charge the batteries.”

“How interesting,” Emily said with a smile. “So you have advanced degrees too?”

“Yes,” Robin replied, turning her phone to show it to Emily. “That’s my lab. And I’m the proud owner of my very own Ph.D in organic chemistry. The world has been blessed with two separate Drs. Chambers.” She dropped her phone into her purse. “I’m not a real doctor like you, though.”

“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” Emily said. “You’re better off taking after your father, and your mother too, I’m sure.”

“Ellen was a teacher,” Hunter said. “She taught ballet, and Robin absolutely took after her. My darling daughter was the cutest little…” His mind was suddenly blank and he frowned, trying to remember exactly what part Robin had played in the Nutcracker. He could see her cheeks painted to look rosy and her gray costume, but he couldn’t find the word to describe her. The silence stretched out and Hunter was acutely aware that both women were looking at him, so he laughed. “Whatever she was, she was adorable and she did it every year.”

“A mouse, Dad,” Robin said quietly. “I was a mouse.”

“Hopefully you only had one head,” Emily supplied with a grin that put Hunter a little more at ease. He knew what she was doing and had never been more grateful. “I had this Nutcracker book when I was a kid and the illustration of the rat king gave me nightmares. That reminds me,” Emily said, facing front again. “I need to clear my stuff out of the lab at BioGen. No need for me to culture lung tissue now that Melissa’s gone, right?”

“You should hang on to whatever’s viable,” Hunter said. “Take it with you to the university and see what you can do with it there. I’m sure your new bosses would be thrilled to see something else you brought to the table.”

“I would be,” Robin said. “You’re the total package. It’s no wonder they snapped you up the second you walked through the door.” She looked at Hunter in the rearview mirror. “Dad, where are we going? Are you sure you don’t need one of us to drive?”

“I know where we’re going,” Hunter said, putting on his turn signal. “It’s someplace you loved visiting when you were a kid.” Robin leaned forward and he raised an eyebrow at her. “Shouldn’t you be wearing your seatbelt?”

“Are we going out to the museum campus?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,” Hunter replied, then looked at Emily. “I think you’re going to really like this place.”

“I’m excited,” Emily said. “I love surprises.”

“That’s good to hear.” Hunter pulled into the large parking lot that several buildings shared and turned off the car. “We’re here.”

“Really? Here?” He could hear the excitement in Robin’s voice and nodded. “Oh my god, I did love this place! But I haven’t been here in years.” She opened the door and hopped out of the car, leaving Emily and Hunter sitting in the front seat.

“Butterfly Pavilion?” Emily looked at the sign curiously. “I’ve never been here. Every time I’ve come out to the museum campus I’ve been coming for a reason so I never really explored. It looks like it’s closed, though.”

“Hey, Dad,” Robin called from the sidewalk in front of the Butterfly Pavilion. “I think it’s closed!”

“Is it?” Hunter got out of the car and twirled his keys on his finger, feeling like a young man for the first time in years. He locked the car and strode up to the doors of the round building with Emily and his daughter on his heels.

The front hallway of the building was indeed dark, and a small sign in the door informed them that the pavilion had closed early that day. Emily sighed with disappointment but Hunter walked up to the door and pressed a small button that was nearly hidden on the wall. He hummed while he waited, fully enjoying knowing that he was driving Emily and Robin crazy. No doubt they were trying to come up with a tactful way to tell him that he needed to go home and go to bed. Before one of them could find the words, a chubby woman in a business suit came walking down the hallway with a smile. She unlocked the door and held it open for them.

“Good evening, Dr. Chambers,” she said with a smile. “Right on time, I see.”

“As often as I can manage it,” he said, then motioned to his companions. “Allow me to introduce Dr. Robin Chambers and Dr. Emily Ashton.”

“Pleased to meet you both, Doctors,” the woman said, beaming as she relocked the door behind them. “I’m Kari Satonaka, the director of the Butterfly Pavilion’s educational programs. If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to the butterflies.” She turned and led them down a long hall and around a corner to a glass box that was attached to a large door. A sign on the door with a photo of a butterfly on a baseball cap warned them to ‘Watch Out for Hitchhikers!’ and Kari tapped it. “We have very few rules here, but they’re very important ones. There are nectar cups available to feed the butterflies but please don’t give them any outside food. Don’t touch the butterflies or other animals, allow them to make contact instead. Above all, forget your problems and just enjoy the wonders of nature for a little while. I’ll be here until you’re ready to leave, so please just knock on the office door when you’re ready to go.”

“Thank you,” Emily and Robin said at the same time, then looked at one another while Kari walked back down the hall. Hunter went first, leading them into the glass room and holding the door open for them.

As soon as Emily stepped into the butterfly pavilion, she gasped softly. The lights in the conservatory-like room were low, almost matching the darkness outside the mostly glass building, and the trees were draped with strands of white Christmas lights. Even in the soft light there were butterflies fluttering through the air, and the combination of the trickling of a man-made stream and chirping frogs made it seem like they were in a different, more relaxing world.

“This place is gorgeous,” Emily said, looking around. There were halves of an apple and a pear sitting on logs, and a few butterflies were sampling them and gently opening and closing their wings. Robin nodded and went to one of the trees.

“There weren’t lights like this whenever we used to come,” she said. “We also never came this late at night, though.” Robin turned to her father. “Did you have them do this, Dad?”

“Yes,” Hunter said with a smile. “I wanted it to be special. We can come back another time to see the spiders and lizards but tonight I didn’t want to share it with anyone but you.”

“You’re sweet,” Emily said, taking Hunter’s hand. He laced his fingers through hers and squeezed gently.

“It won’t be tomorrow, but there’s going to come a time when I won’t be able to remember what a butterfly is. As much as I want to remember how you look tonight, that will be gone too. I’ll hold onto it as long as I can, but there are no guarantees with this disease. Whatever time I have left, though, I want to spend it with you.” He took Emily’s other hand and looked into her eyes. “I know it’s selfish of me to ask you to commit to someone who’s sick, but I can’t imagine the rest of my life without you.”

“It’s not selfish. You know I’m with you because I want to be,” Emily said. “Alzheimer’s is a part of you, it’s not all you are.”

“Not everyone sees it that way,” Hunter said. “That’s one of the reasons you’re so special, and just one of the reasons I love you.” Taking a deep breath, he let go of her hands and reached into his pocket. The box didn’t seem to want to come out and he struggled with it, aware that both Emily and Robin were watching him. When he finally freed it, he held it out to Emily with a smile.

“Is this what I think it is?” She took the box and opened it to reveal a ring with a beautifully cut champagne diamond set in white gold with pale gold filigree. The stone caught the Christmas lights and sparkled, and Hunter nodded.

“Whatever time I have left, I want to spend with you, Emily.” Hunter heard a small noise behind him and looked over his shoulder to see Robin standing on her tiptoes, her eyes wide. He turned his attention back to Emily, who was looking into the box as if stunned.

“I told you I don’t have any regrets about Melissa, and it’s true. If there’s anything I learned from her death it’s that you can’t play it safe all your life, sometimes you have to take chances. Nothing is certain, you know that better than anyone. You can be the happiest woman in the world but it can all be gone in seconds.” She smiled up at Hunter, her eyes shining. “Melissa was always the brave one, but I’d like to think that she rubbed off on me just a little.”

“You’ve always been the brave one,” Hunter said. “It just took you longer to realize it.”

“You’re just trying to get me to marry you,” Emily said with a smirk, and Hunter gave her what he hoped was a suave smile.

“Is it working?” Rather than reply, Emily threw her arms around him and kissed him. Hunter put his arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground. Robin squealed with delight and clapped her hands as they kissed, and Hunter found himself wishing that he’d remember this moment forever. As soon as he set Emily back down, he took the box out of her hand and slipped the ring onto her finger. While she was admiring it, Robin ran over to them and hugged her tightly.

“Do I get to call you Mom now?”

“Only if I get to send you to your room,” Emily said, wiping tears out of her eyes. Hunter laughed out loud and put an arm around each of the women.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s see if the chrysalis rack is still over on the other side of the trees. Robin used to love it when we caught one hatching.” Robin hurried ahead of them and Hunter turned to see Emily looking down at her hand. “No regrets?”

“None at all,” Emily said, taking the empty box from him and tucking it into her purse. Hunter kissed her again, then pulled away when he felt something land on his hand. A butterfly had alighted on his finger and as he watched it open and close its wings, more joined them, fluttering around the couple as if curious. Hunter lifted his hand and the butterfly flew away, but Emily stayed by his side and even though he didn’t know what the next day, week, or year would bring, this time he believed she always would.

The Absence of Intellect – Seventeen

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The coffee was too hot, so Emily blew on it absently while she scrolled through pages of data. It was all arranged neatly on spreadsheets, color coded the way she liked it, and she reflected on how nice it was to not have to play politics or answer questions about her methods. She tried a sip of her coffee and found it was still ridiculously hot. Setting it aside for the moment, she stopped to enter a few new numbers into the spreadsheet, then switched to a three-dimensional model of the new protein she was hoping would become the foundation for her next attempt at developing the neural bridge. The image looked a little fuzzy and Emily leaned closer to the screen, wondering if she needed glasses.

“Dr. Ashton,” a voice behind her said, and she turned around to see Haynes standing just inside the door. He was looking around her lab with his arms folded over his chest and she frowned as she stood up. “This is quite the little place you’ve carved out for yourself.”

“What can I do for you, Dr. Haynes?”

“What is it exactly that you’re working on that you need all this equipment?” He went to the chemistry analyzer that Emily hadn’t even gotten to use yet.

“I’m trying to develop—”

“Actually, I don’t really care. I’m not just the head of this department anymore, I’m the director of the company and I don’t think this research is needed any longer. There are better uses of your time and energy,” he said, his voice smug. “We can use this equipment out in the lab, replace some of the older stuff. You’ll be moved back to the general research area, of course.”

“This was set up under Dr. Chambers’ supervision,” Emily said, looking over her shoulder at the model. “I can’t do my research if I don’t have this lab and this equipment.”

“You can make do with the equipment in the general lab area,” Haynes said. “After all, you’ll be going back to sanctioned projects.”

“Dr. Haynes, please don’t take me off this,” Emily said, not even caring that she was pleading with the man. “My research is extremely important. If I can complete this neural bridge, it’ll help a lot of people, maybe even save lives.”

“Let me tell you a little secret, doctor. We’re not actually in this business to save lives, we’re in it to make money.” His words froze Emily’s blood and she looked up at him as if she was finally seeing him clearly. “Get this wrapped up by the end of the day. I’ll be dismantling this lab first thing tomorrow morning.” He turned, a look of satisfaction on his face, and opened the door. “I’ll see myself out.”

As soon as he was gone, Emily dropped heavily back into her chair and leaned her elbows on the desk. She put her hands over her face and let out a scream of frustration that was muffled by her palms. Being sent back to the main research area was the worst thing that could possibly happen. Not only would she not be working on the neural bridge, she would be stuck in the same lab with people whose dislike for her was evident in every word they spoke, if they even spoke to her.

I shouldn’t have to put up with this, Emily thought angrily. Then something occurred to her and she sat up straight. I don’t have to put up with this. She grabbed her cell phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found the one she wanted, tapped the screen, then put the phone to her ear and waited. She was expecting for it to go to voicemail when someone picked up on the other end.

“Emily?”

“Karen, hi,” she said, relaxing slightly. “Do you have a minute?”

“Sure. What’s on your mind?

“You still talk to Mitchell Berry over at UIC?” Emily picked up her coffee and took a test sip. It was considerably cooler and she took a second drink.

“Pretty regularly,” Karen said. “He’s been flying out to Minneapolis to help me with the clinical trials. What do you need from Mitch?”

“Just his phone number,” she said, lifting her coffee cup to her lips again. “I’ve got a couple of things to ask him about the neural bridge I told you I’m trying to develop. Would he be okay with my calling him personally?”

“Sure,” Karen said, a smile in her voice. “If you’re talking about neurological research, he’ll probably talk your ear off telling you about his before going completely crazy over yours. It’d be right up his alley. I’ll text you his number so you’ll have it in your phone.”

“Thanks, Karen. I really appreciate this.” Emily leaned back in her chair and hung up. Less than a minute later she had a text message from Karen on her phone with a phone number and the word ‘Mitch’ with a smiley face next to it. “Still the same old Karen,” she said, saving his number before calling it. His phone didn’t ring nearly as long as Karen’s had, and Emily was still drinking her coffee when he picked up.

“This is Mitch Berry, who’s this?”

“Dr. Berry,” Emily said, swallowing her mouthful of coffee. “It’s Emily Ashton, from Apogee Pharmaceuticals, formerly of the neurology department at St. Cecilia’s. We met at the AMA conference a year or two ago.”

“Dr. Ashton, right,” he said cheerfully. “If I remember correctly, you were asking questions about reversing brain damage. How’s your sister?”

“She passed away recently,” Emily said, not wanting to talk about it but not wanting to waste what might be her only chance to make her research happen. “I’ve been doing research to that effect here at Apogee, and I’m afraid they no longer see the value of it. Would there be any openings at UIC?” She held her breath, waiting for him to answer.

“There is an opening for a researcher in my department but it would require teaching a class. Nothing strenuous, just a twice weekly lecture and grading tests. It could turn into a tenure-track position, though, if you’re willing to put in some work,” Mitchell said. “What sort of research are we talking about?”

“I’m working on developing a compound that can act as a bridge between damaged neurons, smoothing over and taking the place of the damaged areas, and acting as a catalyst to stimulate regrowth of cells,” Emily said, putting her hand on her mouse to stop it from shaking. “I already have some data, which I can bring over.”

“Great! That’s fantastic,” Mitch said, and Emily’s heart soared. “Forget having to teach a class, they’ll probably just give you a position. I can already think of at least ten applications for the sort of compound you’re describing. Can you come in tomorrow around ten and show me what you have? I’ll walk it up the food chain and get you in front of the big guys within the week.”

“Of course,” Emily said quickly. “Whatever time you need me, I’ll be there. Thank you so much, Dr. Berry, you have no idea how much this project means to me.”

“I’m excited to see your data. If I can get you in here soon, I’ll lend you my TA to write some grant proposals. It’s proposal season and if we can get you in on it, I have every confidence that your research is going to be funded for at least five years, possibly longer.” He laughed. “Apogee has no idea what they’re losing. See you tomorrow. And call me Mitch.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow.” Emily hung up and stared at her phone, considering her options. She could walk out the door and never come back, hoping that she really did have a lock on the position at UIC, or she could wait and see what happened at the university before she quit.

It seemed like all her life she’d played it safe, kept her plans to herself while smiling and nodding and not rocking the boat. Melissa had always been the adventurous one, the one who spoke her mind and went out on a limb. She’d pulled Emily onto roller coasters and into R-rated movies, talked her into a chorus part in their college musical when she was in a leading role, and got her to drink shots of pickle juice. Emily toyed with her phone, pushing it back and forth between her palms, hoping that something would happen to let her know which way she should go.

What would your sister do? Hunter’s voice popped into her head and she bit her lip. Do whatever you think would make Melissa proud. While she was considering this, the door to her lab opened and one of the women from IT came in with a clipboard. She checked something off a list, then looked over at Emily.

“You don’t mind if I take this do you?” She was motioning to the chemistry analyzer and Emily frowned at her.

“I thought everything was going to be taken tomorrow.”

“Dr. Haynes’ orders,” the IT woman said. “He said you’d be expecting me.” She shrugged and Emily closed her eyes for a long moment as she exhaled slowly. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. Take the analyzer. Take whatever you want.” Emily stood up and picked up her backpack. “I’m going home early.” The other woman nodded and began unhooking wires while Emily found the number she needed, then packed her things into her bag, holding her phone between her shoulder and ear.

“HR,” a cheerful voice said, and Emily zipped her bag.

“Patty, it’s Emily Ashton. Can you tell me how much vacation time I have left?” She picked up her computer case and opened it, rummaging around in the bottom of the bag until she found a USB stick in one of the pockets.

“Sure,” Patty said, her voice still cheerful. “Give me one second.” Emily could hear her typing on the other end of the line while the woman from IT picked up the chemistry analyzer and took it to the door. Emily, impressed by her strength, held the door for her and closed it once she was gone. “Looks like you’ve got eighty-two hours,” she said. “You really need to take a vacation sometime.”

“I’m taking it now,” Emily said, plugging the USB stick into her work computer and opening the file explorer. “I’m sure Dr. Haynes won’t mind, but give him a call if you want.” She was only halfway listening to Patty, more interested in moving files from the hard drive to the USB stick that had an admirable full terabyte of storage on it.

“You’re all good, Dr. Ashton. See you in two weeks.” She hung up just as the files finished transferring and once she checked to make sure they were safely on the stick, she tucked it into the inside pocket of the computer bag. Then she moved the files that were left into trash bin and deleted them with a smile.

If it wasn’t an officially sanctioned project, Apogee didn’t own the data, and the research she’d done before she started working there was similarly her own. Even if they kicked up a fuss about the work she’d done while she was employed there, it didn’t matter since that attempt had failed. She could conceivably start over from the data she brought from her private research. Even so, she wasn’t going to make it easy for them. Emily zipped up the bag, then picked up her coffee cup and dumped the entire thing into the computer tower.

The result was instantaneous. The tower started to smoke, the monitor flickered, and the whole thing finally gave up with an enormous popping sound and a shower of sparks. Emily tossed the empty coffee cup on the desk and put her bags on her shoulders and walked out of Apogee Pharmaceuticals for the last time. As she was stepping onto the elevator, she put her phone to her ear again and smiled when the line connected.

“Hi,” she said to Hunter with a smile. “I’m coming home.”

The Absence of Intellect – Sixteen

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Even two weeks after he’d been let go from Apogee, Hunter was having a hard time dealing with the fact that for the first time in decades he didn’t have a job. After Emily left in the mornings, he spent the day reading the news and coming up with ideas for dinner. He’d read somewhere that doing puzzles was good for managing the progression of dementia, so he walked down to the grocery store and bought a book of crossword puzzles. He was on his fourth one when his phone rang and he snatched it off the coffee table, eager to talk to whoever was on the other end of the line.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Dad!” Robin’s chipper voice made him smile as soon as he heard it. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing much,” he replied, setting aside his book and pencil. “As a matter of fact, I was just doing a crossword puzzle.”

“That’s great,” Robin said. “I’m glad you took my advice for a change. They’re supposed to help fight dementia.” It struck Hunter that his daughter was probably where he’d heard about the puzzles and he smiled. Things were sticking, just not the ones he expected.

“I’ve got some bad news for you then,” Hunter said. “I’ve already got dementia. What’s going on with you, Rob?”

“I know it’s short notice, but I’m in the city for a couple of days and I thought we could have dinner or something. Go to a movie. What time do you get off work today?” Wherever she was sounded busy and he wondered where she was. He listened more closely to try and figure it out, snapping back to the conversation only when Robin spoke up. “Dad?”

“Sorry,” he said, rubbing his forehead. “What did you ask?”

“What time you got off work,” Robin said patiently. “I’ll come over and pick you up from the house.” Hunter’s stomach dropped. He’d completely forgotten to call Robin and tell her he’d been fired. “Emily too. I really like her, she’s perfect for you.”

“I’m actually at home already,” Hunter said, feeling slightly numb. He didn’t want to tell her over the phone. It was a conversation he’d much rather have face to face, and he supposed tonight was as good a time as any. “Why don’t you come on over?”

“I’m headed into a meeting right now, it’ll be a couple of hours. Start thinking about where you want to go for dinner. On me.” She didn’t give Hunter time to protest before she spoke again. “I’ll see you tonight, Dad. Love you.”

“Love you too, sweetie.” She hung up and Hunter exhaled slowly and sank back against the couch. As much as he wanted to see his daughter, he didn’t want to have to tell her that the father she’d looked up to all her life had been thrown out of the company he helped create. He tried to think of a good way to tell her but nothing came to mind, and he was still sitting on the couch when the front door opened. “Robin?”

“No, it’s me,” Emily called. He turned on the couch to see her coming toward him with her computer bag over her shoulder. She leaned down and kissed him. “Are you expecting Robin?”

“She’s in town for couple of days and wanted to come by,” he said as she put her bag on the loveseat. “She’s coming after her meeting to take us to dinner.”

“That’s nice of her,” Emily said. “I won’t change, then.” She kicked off her shoes and sat on the couch beside Hunter, pulling her legs up and leaning her head on his shoulder. “You haven’t told her yet, have you?”

“No,” Hunter said, putting an arm around her. “I’d like to say I’ve been afraid to, or haven’t found the right words, but the truth is that I just didn’t remember to do it.” He sighed. “I guess that treatment isn’t working as well as we hoped.”

“It can’t reverse the damage that’s already been done,” Emily said. “It can only slow things down.” She was quiet for a moment, then looked up at him. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you, you know. Maybe if I’d worked just a little harder on it or been able to devote more time to it—”

“It’s not your fault,” Hunter said, cutting her off. He pulled her closer and rubbed her shoulder comfortingly. “This thing was going to get me whether you developed that…that treatment or not.” He closed his eyes. One more thing lost in the ocean of his mind.

“Have you given any thought as to what you’re going to do now?” Rather than correct him, Emily had gently changed the subject and he loved her for it.

“I don’t know,” Hunter replied, looking down at her. “I don’t know what exactly I could do. I can’t think of many places that would want to hire someone they’d have to retrain every couple of days. Besides, Apogee gave me two years’ salary as a going away benefit. That plus my savings should keep me afloat until I have to go into a home.”

“I think they call it assisted living now,” Emily said. “And that’s a long way off. Now that I’m not spending money on Melissa’s hospital bills I have more than enough to take care of us.” She sat up straight suddenly. “Hey, I know what you could do! You could open a restaurant!”

“You can’t be serious.”

“No, I am! You said yourself you can still cook if you follow a recipe, and you’re really good at it. Plus you have experience with hiring and management, and it would be no big deal to hire an accountant for the money stuff. I think if you opened a little restaurant, it’d do great.” Emily sounded far more exciting than he did about the idea but her enthusiasm was infectious. “Of course, I’d help out however I could so we could keep it going as long as possible.”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” Hunter said. “After I lose it completely, I want you and Robin to be my beneficiaries. Even if you end up with someone else, the hope you’ve given me for the future means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

“Hunter, I’m not—”

“Hi, guys!” The front door opened again and Robin came in with a smile. She went straight to Hunter, who stood up to hug her. “It’s so good to see you again, Dad.” Emily got off the couch and smiled at her. “Emily, it’s nice to see you too.” She hugged Emily just as tightly as her father, then pointed at the ceiling. “I’m going to go put my bag in my room, then we’re going to dinner, so I hope you two were discussing where we’re going.” She went up the stairs, leaving Emily and Hunter looking at one another.

“This discussion isn’t over,” Emily said, and Hunter sighed. He was beginning to wish he hadn’t said anything about it. Even though he didn’t really know what he was going to say, he started to open his mouth anyway, only to be interrupted by Robin coming down the stairs.

“I’m exhausted after the trip and that meeting,” she said. “I had no idea a meeting could actually last for three hours. I’m going to make myself a drink before we go if that’s okay with you.” Emily grinned at her.

“That sounds like a fantastic idea,” she said. “I’ll come with you. My day was kind of a long one too.” Hunter started to join them but both women looked at him pointedly.

“You are not invited,” his daughter said. “You might drink with your meds while I’m not here but this time I’m being the parent.” She linked her arm through Emily’s and marched her into the kitchen while Hunter sat on the arm of the couch. Robin was definitely her mother’s child, and his curiosity about what they were talking about overwhelmed him. He went to the kitchen and stood just outside the doorway. “I swear, I worry about him as much as I would a toddler sometimes.”

“Tell me about it,” Emily said. “He’s pretty much the same as he used to be, though, so unless he’s having a bad day I don’t interfere. I’m sure it’s different for you because he’s your dad.” Hunter heard the clink of ice being dropped into glasses.

“Yeah,” Robin said, and the refrigerator door closed. “Speaking of, how are things going for you two? Romantically, I mean, not dementia-wise.” Emily sighed heavily and Hunter’s heart sped up. He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear what Emily was about to say but he couldn’t make himself move.

“They’re great, actually,” she said. “I was always jealous of my sister for finding such an amazing man who was so perfect for her. They complemented one another so well, you know? Hunter’s like that for me. It’s like I didn’t even know I was missing something until I met him.” Her words made Hunter’s eyes well up with tears and he took off his glasses so he could wipe them away before Emily and Robin came back in.

“You really love him, then,” Robin said, a smile in her voice.

“I do,” Emily said. “No matter what happens in the future, I want to be there for him. I just wish I could convince him of that.” The ice in her glass clinked together as she took a drink. “I don’t think he believes me and I don’t know what to say to make him understand.”

Hunter went back to the couch before they came out of the kitchen and sat on the arm again just as they entered with their glasses. They both looked like they had screwdrivers and he raised an eyebrow at Robin.

“You’re out of orange juice,” she said. “Sorry.”

“I’ll go get some more now,” Hunter said, standing up. “Otherwise I’ll forget to do it and be mad at myself when we have breakfast.” He looked at Emily. “Is there anything else we need?” She shook her head and sipped her drink.

“Not that I can think of. Do you want me to drive you?”

“I’ll be fine,” Hunter said. “I’m just going to the grocery store, it’s right down the street. If I get lost, I can just use my GPS to get back.” He didn’t give his daughter time to weigh in on his decision, going to the door and grabbing his keys from the bowl as he did. The door had barely closed before he remembered that he’d forgotten something, and when he opened it again Emily was standing there. “I forgot to kiss you.”

“I know,” she said. “But I knew you’d remember before you got out of the driveway.” Hunter smiled and leaned down to kiss her goodbye, trying to put a little more meaning into it than usual. If Emily noticed anything was different, she didn’t say so, and Hunter went out to his car. Emily watched him from the doorway until he was gone, and in his rearview mirror he saw Robin doing the same at the living room window.

On his way to the grocery store, Hunter thought about what he had overheard. He knew Emily loved him, there had never been any doubt in his mind about that, he just didn’t understand why she would be willing to stay and watch Alzheimer’s make him slowly become debilitated before finally dying. Watching her sister waste away had taken a toll on her and he couldn’t imagine her wanting to go through it again. If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t want her to have to do it. He wanted her to remember him as he had been, intelligent and confident, instead of what he would surely become. Emily wasn’t going to give up easily, she’d proved that in her years of care of Melissa. In his heart he did believe that she would stay with him, but his unreliable mind kept saying the opposite.

Hunter looked around and was surprised to find he was in a parking space. He didn’t remember the drive to the grocery store but he was incredibly relieved that he’d gotten there safely. It was only about half a mile from his house to the store so it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle to ask Emily or Robin to walk down and drive him home, but he was determined to stay as independent as possible for as long as possible. He took his keys out of the ignition and got out.

When he stepped into the store, there was a young man refilling the stand that held the tourist brochures just inside the door. Hunter hadn’t remembered them being there before and stopped for a moment to look them over. There were brochures advertising all the usual Chicago tourist destinations. The tower, the bean, both zoos, and the aquarium were all represented, but one in particular caught his eye. He reached out and took it, his smile growing wider by the second. An idea was starting to form in his mind and he tucked the brochure into his pocket. Tomorrow was going to be much more interesting than today had been, provided he could remember to go through with his plan.

Becca DEFINITELY Don’t Fly

Downtown Charlotte

I hate flying, as we have established. This probably goes a way toward explaining why I was sitting at my gate on Sunday getting hammered, but the rest of the trip was fantastic.

The conference itself was wonderful. I learned a lot, got to pet strange cats, and loaded myself with free swag that included a laser pointer and a mini lint roller. Cat conferences rock. I don’t know which part was better, my in-room jacuzzi or seeing a dear friend from Chicago for the first time in 10 years.

The jacuzzi in question

After the draining experience of taking two rather bumpy flights and a cab ride that probably shaved another five years off my life followed by a trek from the convention center to my hotel, I did not feel like going out for dinner. I used Uber Eats for the first time and discovered an amazing restaurant called Teriyaki Madness that was so delicious I ended up ordering it every night. It’s always nice eating in a hotel room because you don’t have to do the dishes and in my case I got to eat my dinner on the couch (yes, my room had a couch) without feline assistance.

Downtown Charlotte at night
My hotel was only about 2 blocks from the conference so after my last session I collected my things, checked out, and took my first-ever Lyft to the airport. Let me tell you, that was an excellent experience. The guy was friendly, drove fast but not terrifyingly so, and it cost about half what the cab ride did, even with tip.
A Cosmo at Gate 24

Technically you aren’t supposed to leave the bar with alcohol but I gave the bartender a good tip and went to my gate to drink. Three hours after we were supposed to take off, we re-boarded and I started having a slightly tipsy anxiety attack. I was convinced we were going to die but I honestly didn’t care as much. At least until we started to land and the booze wore off.

Then, after everything, I managed to get sick. Someone was coughing on the plane and I have a terrible immune system so I ended up coming home from work early yesterday and going to the doctor. She said it’s a virus, so much like the terrifying plane ride I just have to ride it out. The clouds do look pretty from above though.

The view from my last flight

Week 7 of the Cross Stitch Project

What with one thing and another, this week’s stitching went incredibly slowly. I’ve been so busy I’ve barely been able to hear myself think so I did what I could when I could. It didn’t help that I picked a piece that was extremely shaded either. I’m not cut out for this nonsense anymore.

Since I barely finished my square on Wednesday night, I obviously missed my post last Monday but since I’ve been in North Carolina since Thursday I didn’t have anything new to post today anyway. So!

Amanda’s square is apparently part of a pattern that she had of a gazebo and I have to say, I’d love to see the entire thing. Even after knowing her all this time I still have no idea how she does this so fast. Dark magic perhaps?

This is the pattern I (possibly unwisely) chose. It looks pretty now but I was tearing my hair out over it last week. For one thing, our kitchen light went out and it was hard to differentiate the tones. For another, I had to do the whole “one stitch at a time” nonsense for several colors. To top it off, this was my second larger square so it took longer anyway.

There’s only one piece left for me, the long border-like piece at the top, and my work will be done. Amanda has one more small square and her border piece. Then it’ll be done and I can roll it up and completely forget to frame it. Hooray!