" I want you to stay here for a little while, " Alfred said after the police had left the house and grounds. He was sitting on the sofa between his mother and Gerald holding their hands while Andrew was perched on a nearby armchair. Dawson had went to his own bedroom for a nap to recover from the trauma of being held hostage and Cook had shook off their concerns for her and retreated to her kitchen to prepare dinner. " You and Drew. I want you to stay here with us. For a while. " His voice trembled slightly and he sounded very young and vulnerable. Gerald put his arm around his partner and drew him closer to him. " If that's okay, Gerald. "
Gerald kissed the top of his head. " Of course it's alright. This is a very big house. Your whole family can move in if you want them to. Well.... maybe not Dodie. " He made a face with the last sentence and they all laughed.
Glory glanced at Andrew and he nodded. " I don't think that would be a problem. As long as we're not intruding on your privacy. Of course , the house is large. Privacy shouldn't be an issue. "
Andrew replied," We'll stay as long as you need us, son. We love you. "
Gerald hugged him tightly. " Yes. We all adore you, Alfred. "
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On the phone in the police department Dodie said in a harried voice," I need a lawyer. I called Jeremiah Duncan and it just rings and rings and rings. I don't know where the man is now. Probably with that woman. Will you represent me ? I've been arrested for some car accident that wasn't my fault. "
Claire Lowen was eating a light late lunch of salad and soup at Richard and Nigel's as she spoke on her cell phone," You can do better than him. He's overrated. Give me twenty minutes. I'll be there. Do not answer any questions until I get there, Dodie. And even when I get there. "
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" Where are you taking my son? ," Keisha asked urgently as she grabbed the arm of a nurse at the ER. Her eyes watched as other staff hurriedly pushed a gurney with her teenage son towards the elevator.
The nurse looked at her with sympathy and fatigue shining on her face. " To surgery. He has a brain bleed in his head. "
" Oh my God ! ," Keisha exclaimed with wide eyes and an open mouth as she fell backwards into the arms of her brother Jeremiah.
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Ariel Kendall ran through the doors of St. Paul's Hospital Center as fast as she could on her designer heels with Nicholas Volkouv behind her. They had been discussing the decorating plan and tonight's dinner in his office when she had gotten the call about the accident.
Ariel raced over to the admitting desk and said in a rushed voice," My son and my husband were in an car accident earlier. Alan Kendall is my son. He's only fifteen. My husband is a doctor on staff here. Gordon Kendall. Where are they? "
The man behind the desk looked up at her. " Your son is in the ER. Actually..... he's getting x-rays right now. He's still unconscious. "
" Oh my God ! ," she whispered as she sagged against Nicholas who wrapped his arms around her trembling body. " Alan..... What about Gordon? "
The man looked uncomfortable. " Let me get the doctor, ma'am. One second. "
Ariel slapped her hands on the desk hard , making the man jump. " No. Tell me what is wrong with my husband? "
The man swallowed. " The doctor really should..... I..... "
" TELL ME ! "
" Dr. Kendall was DOA when the ambulance arrived here. I'm sorry, Mrs. Kendall. He's dead. "
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ODDS OF LOVE - SEASON THIRTEEN
General FictionThe ongoing original soap opera about disabled math genius professor Dr. Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and all their family , friends and enemies in the Washington DC metro area. Multicultural. Diverse.