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The rest stop was coming up and Sam slowed to pull in. Coffee there was terrible but Sally, the waitress, was always such a bubbly person he just enjoyed seeing her and catching up on the latest news about her kids and husband. Her youngest was Timmy's age so they often compared notes. Sam went over to the pay phone. He had a cell but hated using it on the highway.
He dialed the number. Noma answered. "Hi Sam. Just a minute I'll let him know you're on the line." Sam drummed the wall thoughtfully while he waited.
"Hi Sam, I have some news."
"Yes?"
"We have a Court date, July 17th"
"July? But that's a month away, over a month, Harry... Today is June 10th. It's already been over a month since they took the kids."
"Family courts are all filled up, sorry but it's the best we can do."
"And the kids?"
"Sorry, but they'll have to stay in foster care until then. God Sam, I'm sorry but I tried everything I could to get the date moved up. In fact they were going to put it off until August."
Sam hung up slowly, carefully putting the receiver on the hook.
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"Hi Sam, eggs over easy, right? So what's the latest with you?" queried Sally.
Sam sighed. "Your memory's perfect as always. And some of that awful coffee too."
Sally frowned, "Something wrong Sam? Is everyone OK?"
"Yes," he lied. "Just fine."
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Two days later Sam finished his tour of several hospitals then returned. The house seemed so quiet, lonely as he drove in the garage.
As he walked through the door from the garage to the kitchen he called out, "Sherry, I'm back. Sherry?" The sliding door to the patio was open and the wind whispered through the norfolk pine out back.
"Sherry?"
Sam raced up the steps to the second floor and called out again. He heard a muffled "Heah, 'm 'n heah." He followed the sound to the bedroom and found Sherry sprawled on the bed. He rushed in then stopped. The room and Sherry reeked of burbon. He sat on the edge of the bed . "What's going on Sherry? Are you OK?" Sam paused, blinking. "But you never drink. Never!.. Did you... I..."
"S...s...sorry Sa..m. Jes got ta get maa mind off..."
"Hon, I... You didn't... Just the burbon?"
"Jes tat," Sherry smiled sheepishly. "Heps."
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