Dada: Chapter 23a

  Even if he, no, when he recovers, dad won't be able to take care of Sam without help.  Sure, he could hire any number of people, just with his weekly dividends from his family's (my family's) stock portfolio.  But none of us want that.  So, I'll be staying here, but not permanently.  There is no way I'm selling that house.  I love it too much.  I'll continue to rent it out to students, the upstairs at least.  Rick can help look over it for the times I'm up here.  He finally got back to me with the same information I had already discovered.  He would have contacted my sooner, but his wife went into labor the afternoon I drove up here.   A little premature, maybe two weeks, but healthy and already released from the hospital.  I already forgave him, as having a newborn son is way more important.
    I'm hoping to get back to Lexington at least one weekend per month, probably more often than that.  Still, I have to make a lot of changes.  I've already emailed Pulse that I'll be ending my pull soon.  I'll still pick up everything I've already ordered for the next two months, but after that I'll be through.  There are at least six stores within  a five mile radius from the mansion, so it will be easier just to go through one of them.  Hopefully, one of them has a healthy WOD gaming community so I can get back into the system.  I'ver always felt that the chronicles that my friends and I started back in high school were leading to something.  The vampire one in particular was on the verge of discovering the true interconnected history of all fronts in the game world.  Just the vampire portions could make a good book. Maybe I could be the one to write it.
     I'm still looking for something to do.  While I could live off of the money I could get from the family, I need more from my life than just sitting around doing nothing.  I'm thinking about trying for grad school again.  While I probably couldn't get into dad's school, probably not with my background but definitely not in time for fall, I might be able to take some classes online somewhere.  My GRE scores should still be active, at least good enough for a little bit longer.  At least it would be something to do through the day besides real work.
    Sweat is starting to bead down my back as I hunch over the keyboard.  The afternoon sun is shining directly onto me.  The first day here, I didn't think the sun would shine in here so much.  It must have been all the clouds and rain making it so gloomy.  I wish I could go to the pool like Sam and his friends did, but I don't have a swimsuit with me.  Also, I can barely swim.  Will's family had a pool, but my mom hardly even let me go over to swim in it.  She would do everything in her power to prevent me from doing so.  The public pool was closed my freshman year.  Only re-opened last year, I believe.  My mom never let me go there either.  Still don't use public pools, even now.  Anyway, I have all but forgotten how got swim.
    I really should be looking for a school, or a job, but I can't.  I just don't feel like it.  So much has happened these last two weeks, I just don't feel like making any more changes.  Still, I do have one more thing that I have to do.  Unlike Blue Homestead and Pulse, I am actually dreading this one.  I need to tell the truth about what happened.
     Of course, I called my mother the day of the operation and told her about what I had found out and what I was getting ready to do.  I had to leave her a message, but she really lit into me that afternoon when I could finally call her back.  In fact, she may have been more angry that I had helped my father and was going to stay in New York than I was having surgery witbout much of a notice.  Oh she complained about how she should have been there to make sure I would be okay.  I think she really wanted a piece of my own money iff anything had happened to me.  I've only emailed and texted her since.