“It was a boy toy.”

“Your mother needs an injection of the late twentieth century.” Dar snorted. “I don’t want to tell you how many expansion sets I had for mine.”

Kerry smiled. “Did you make anything significant?”

Dar pulled into her parking spot and turned the Lexus off. “A mechanical system to turn off and on the lights, the stereo, and adjust the sound in my room.” She got out and popped the back hatch to retrieve Kerry’s gifts. “And a car that got my sneakers from my closet.”

Kerry giggled so hard she had to lean against the Lexus’ door.

“I did one that unloaded my mother’s acrylic paint tubes and moved them into the garage, but that didn’t last long.”

Kerry slid down to the ground, holding her sides.

“Then there was the dog,” Dar went on. “I gave up trying to get its tail to wag, though. The little motors just wouldn’t start and stop when I wanted them to.” She lifted the box out of the back, then paused, as her abused muscles protested. “Ow.”

“God, sorry.” Kerry hauled herself up off the ground and hurried over to help. “Sorry, sorry. I keep forgetting your back.”

“Me too,” Dar admitted, wincing.

“Well, the most extensive thing I made with mine was an amusement park,” Kerry told her, as they edged up the stairs with their burden. “A Ferris wheel and a merry go round. I even found little plastic horses for the carousel.” She keyed in her code, then grabbed the knob and pulled the door open. “Whoa, whoa. Easy, Chino.”

“Rooo!” The Labrador hurtled out, nearly knocking her owners over.


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“Easy, easy.” Dar laughed, as she maneuvered past the excited dog and got into the condo. They put the presents down on the dining room table, and Dar continued on into the kitchen. “I’m going to put some coffee up. Turn the TV on, willya?”

“Sure.” Kerry trotted to the TV and did just that, then sat down on the loveseat to pet Chino. “Hey, honey. How are you?”

“Agurff.” Chino mouthed Kerry’s hand enthusiastically.

“Here.” Dar returned from the kitchen, with a handful of mail.

“Looks like you got some cards.” She handed over five or six envelopes, then dropped down onto the couch to leaf through the remainder. Idly, she reached a hand out to scratch Kerry’s back, and the blonde woman leaned back, settling into the curve of her arm.

“Dar?”

“Yes?” Dar opened a letter one handed, scanning its contents. “Oh.

More stock options. Great.”

“Thanks.”

“For what?” Puzzled blue eyes gazed at her. “Getting you your mail?”

“Just thanks.” Kerry gave her a one armed hug, then stayed curled up where she was to open her cards. “Oh look. Baby pictures.” She showed one of Angie and the new baby. “He’s a lot less wrinkled now, huh?” She turned the picture over and drew in a surprised breath. “Oh, Dar. Look.”

“Hmm?” Dar inclined her head to read the black penned inscription.

“She named him Andrew?” Her voice rose.

“Yeah.” Kerry laughed in delighted. “Wow. That is so cool.” She put the picture down and opened the next one, a funny card from Michael.

“He’s so strange sometimes.” She lifted out a golden red leaf. “He sent this because we don’t have season changes.”

Dar snickered.

“What else? Oh, this must be from Aunt Penny.” Kerry smiled, seeing the creamy white, heavy paper. She opened the top and pulled out a card. “I sent her a picture of us, by the way.” She opened the card. “Oh, hey, she’s going to be here in Miami and she wants to come see us.”

“Huh.” Dar cocked her head. “Interesting handwriting.”

“She wants to meet you.” Kerry gave her a gentle elbow.

“Uh oh.” Dar stifled a yawn.

“Nah. She’s really nice. You’ll like her.” Kerry tucked the card away, then opened the last envelope, pulled the sedate, gold foil card out and opened it.

“I’m sure she is,” Dar answered absently. “You want to take her out on the boat?”

There was no answer.

“Ker?” Dar peered at her partner.

Kerry swallowed and tilted the card in shaking fingers so that Dar could see it. “It’s…it’s from my parents.”

Dar blinked. It was a simple card, with only “Happy Birthday” in 458 Melissa Good ornate script in the center, and “mom and dad” written in. “Huh. How d’you like that?” She smiled and gave Kerry a hug. “Does that make you feel better?”

Kerry just stared at the card, turning it over in her fingers and shaking her head. “I don’t know what I feel,” she answered softly. “Bewildered. Amazed.” She paused. “Relieved, maybe.” Kerry thought about that. “Yeah, relieved.”

Dar felt her partner’s body relax and she did as well. “I’m glad.” She nuzzled Kerry’s hair.

“Me too,” Kerry replied, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. She tipped her head back and caught Dar’s lips. “Now I can start to leave that behind. Who knows? Maybe one day we can all sit down and talk.” She regarded Dar’s face thoughtfully. “Maybe meeting your folks and seeing how accepting they were helped.”

Dar’s eyebrow lifted. “Could be.” She glanced at the television screen as she caught a familiar scene. “Hey.” She nudged Kerry, who turned the volume up.

“And this late breaking news bulletin. The FBI announced, just a few moments ago that it had concluded its investigation into the explosion at District Memorial Hospital. Here’s the announcement as it happened.”

“Oh. That’s the FBI guy Dad spoke to in the back there,” Kerry whispered, pointing.

“Hmm.” Dar nodded.

An older FBI agent stepped up to the podium and cleared his throat.

Behind him, an easel was set up with a diagram of the hospital on it. “Our investigators have searched thoroughly, and what they have determined was this.” He picked up a pointer. “The explosion started at this point, in the hospital kitchen. We’ve determined that the natural gas storage tanks ignited, and sent a firestorm through the pipes up the utility stack here.”

“Huh.” Dar blinked.

“Then, because these pipes run concurrently with the oxygen pipes, when the gas pipes overheated and blew, the oxygen lines went also. That sent off multiple explosions here.” He pointed. “Here, and here.”

Another tap. “Ending up igniting the gas storage areas right around the operating theatres.”

“Wow.” Kerry drew in a breath. “So it wasn’t a bomb.”

“The FBI is satisfied that, pending further investigation into what ignited the gas tank in the kitchen, that it appears to us that no criminal act has taken place here, beside the design flaw that allows the two types of gas pipes to exist in the same space.”

“How do you like that?” Dar murmured.

“Yeah.” Kerry exhaled. “I’m glad.”

“Mmm.” Dar studied the screen pensively, unable to disagree.

BUZZ.

Dar opened a sleep fogged blue eye and peered at the clock in out-Eye of the Storm 459

rage. “Who in the hell is calling here at three a.m.?”

Buzz.

Slap. “Hello?” Dar growled sleepily.

“Hey there, Dardar.”

The other eye opened, then both blinked. “Daddy. It’s a damn lucky thing this is you.”

Her father chuckled. “Wake yer butt up and c’mon down here to the docks. We just got our new quarters.”

Dar closed both eyes. “Wouldn’t it be better to see them in day-light?” she inquired hopefully, as Kerry stirred, then crawled up and rested her chin on Dar’s breastbone.

“Aw. C’mon now. First time we got something brand spanking new,” Andrew rasped. “Get your butt down here.”

“Can we come as we are or do we have to get dressed?” Kerry warbled.

There was a momentary pause. “’Sperience tells me I should tell you to put yer clothes on,” Andrew finally decided. “’Sides, it’s a little chilly down here.”

“Okay. We’ll be right there.” Dar yawned and rubbed her eyes as the line disconnected. “Wait a minute. How could they have just gotten that at three a.m.?”

Kerry had rolled over and carefully levered herself out of the waterbed and padded naked across the floor towards the bathroom. “Light.”

Dar closed her eyes.

“They had to pick it up in Palm Beach, remember?” Kerry reminded her, as she splashed water over her face. “Probably took their time coming down the coast.”

“Mmm. Wonder if they had a waterbed put in,” Dar joked faintly.

“They loved ours.”

Kerry jerked upright, green eyes popping wide open as she stared at herself in the mirror. Slowly she turned, leaned in the doorway, and glared at the light splashed naked form tangled in the sheets. “What?”

“Well,” Dar crossed her ankles, “it was either down here, or up in your room. That single in the guest room’s a little too short for Daddy.”

Kerry covered her eyes with one hand. “Ohh. Back, back, back.” She groaned, trudging towards the dresser. “I tell you what, honey. I’m going to flush that image right out of my cache. Okay?”

“Okay,” Dar agreed amiably.

“Don’t you dare hit reload.”

“Okay.” The taller woman rolled up out of bed and stretched, producing a satisfying pop as her shoulders seated themselves. She pulled a shirt and a pair of shorts from her drawer and tugged them on as Kerry settled for one of her longer shirts. “C’mon, Chino, let’s go see grandpa’s new toy.”

They walked down the front stairs and, moments later, Dar was steering the golf cart down the completely empty, moonlit road towards the marina. “Pretty night,” she commented.


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“Mmm.” Kerry ducked to one side and peered up at the cloudless sky, speckled with stars faded from the city lights nearby. “Yeah, it is.”