Chef’s Surprise and moving on next week

Last week James and Reva found themselves in a compromising situation. The lawyer finally broke down and once his mother went to sleep and the penthouse was quiet, he made his move. She’d been after him in a subtle way for a while and now the moment had arrived. His last words to her were, “Pleasure is behind this door.” Nifty, huh?

Excerpt: James turned away and reached for two tumblers, then offered the dish of chocolate and fruit, a treat to her green eyes and every part of her body as they sat on a bench covered with linen cloth, so cozy. A clink of the crystal, a sampling of snacks and his robe came off, his body displayed for a nano-second and the lawyer sank into the hot tub with a wave of his hand for her to join him while Reva sat there glued to the linen.

He said, “One last sip of this marvelous bourbon,Woodford Reserve is a favorite, caused her to giggle. “In my whole life, I haven’t had too many sips of this, except. .at the good restaurants I cooked at, maybe, but I never drank while working because it’s not allowed, and never while growing up.”

His hand reached out to her and pulled the silk robe to the floor while asking, “And why not?”

Reva stepped gracefully into the water to sink next to him, quiet, to think for answers to simple questions, she stared ahead. “You live a different life and  I’m a commoner from one of the non-touristy parts of a tourist area; in my circles you’re a king.

 

Her bare toes stirred the water, nails painted pink and she wondered if she revealed her past, what he might think and how valuable would a woman like her be to him coming from the sticks no matter how polished she’d become.

His voice, so kind, spoke through the heated haze in the room to ask,“You’re wondering if you can be honest with me and my answer is yes so give it a try and let’s see if we can cleanse the secrets between us and if not, it isn’t worth the way I feel for you. How about this: I go first because  I see something developing here: a future of love and growing old in happiness  so trust me, Reva and I will trust you.”

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Chef’s Surprise-a taste more

My friends, last week I finished on a high note. Reva saved Grans life by shooting a psycho in the knee when he almost sprawled on her delicate lap. James made a deal with the policeman; he would not use Reva’s name in the news, keeping her safe from notoriety. He used the words ‘his girls’ referring to Grans and Reva and called for his driver to take them back to the penthouse.

Excerpt:

“James, Reva saved my life twice and I love her because just like that, out came the gun from her fanny pack and I always thought she carried keys and tissue in there.

Reva started laughing, then crying and said,“I do have keys and tissue in there, dearest Grans, the gun is a just in case because we’re in New York and who knows so I’m very careful with you and me. Now let’s get you in the hot tub so you’ll feel nice and fresh and you will have a light dinner.”

 

After the weary mother finished broiled chicken and cut up vegetables, she seemed overly tired so Reva tucked her fresh and sweet in her big bed.

James stopped her in the hallway, tears flowed from his eyes,“I’m speechless, young woman; you stepped into our lives to change everything for the better.

“About the Lady Smith, Sir, I never should have withheld the information even though I’m a good shot with lots of training yet it’s your home and my responsibility.” The kiss came fast and swift stopping her speech of apology.

The kiss came fast and swift stopping her speech of apology.

“Shh, say no more and yes, you had no right to keep the information from me and now,” he turned away and then turned back, a twinkle in his blue eyes, “you might prefer my hot tub with a beverage and company.”

“Oh, Jim, you are a devil since showers are boring and by any chance are there rany chocolate covered strawberries to go with the champagne?”

“Strawberries, no, but I believe there are some chocolates hiding somewhere, some fruit and some tasty brown liquors, which I personally prefer to champagne when it comes to chocolate so I’ll see you very soon, all of you,” and then he lifted her chin to add, “Reva, pleasure is behind this door.”

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One night, she ran. For the bus to freedom and a new life. She had a plan, and a small box of cash.

With grit and determination, the young girl learned more than lessons at nursing college, the first part of her plan.

Someday, she would become a top chef, but for now, she’d claw her way up the ladder.

There is payback for every crime, and sometimes the payback is more than satisfactory.

 

 

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Kizzy’s Final Chapter

Kizzy’s closest companion, my friend Judy Audevard, wrote this last tribute.

It’s so hard to write an end to a beautiful love story. In life, all good things come to an end. This has been an amazing run for Kizzy and me.  We worked so hard to build a strong pet therapy program for adults and kids. About two years ago, I noticed Kizzy lacked the enthusiasm he always had when we went on visits. He was tired, eyesight and hearing failing. Our last visits were to nursing homes and Kizzy felt comfortable there. No noisy kids running around, the soothing serenity with elders calmed him. I felt so guilty leaving him when work called yet knew he’d nap and be there to greet me when I returned.

One spring day, Bob and I received a phone call from someone who needed a home for a puppy.Bob and I went to pick her up thinking we’d contact someone who needed said pup but no. This tiny, maybe two pounds, pup needed a home. Our family voted and she became ours. She took one look at Kizzy and fell in love. He became big brother to teach her manners, use outside for a bathroom, eat from a bowl. He also taught her that a leash and collar were not to be feared, and riding in a car was the most fun ever. Her name is Lulu.

They cuddled together all morning until it was time for Kizzy to say goodbye. She sleeps in his bed now and plays with his toys. Lulu feels his absence as we all do. We celebrated her first birthday a few days ago with a rousing bash. Our grandchildren and their friends joined the big party. She received new toys and lots of attention.

Lulu will have large shoes to fill but she’s training hard and has the personality and temperament to become a therapy dog. She’s on her way.

As for me, a few nights ago before I learned Kizzy had passed, I envisioned him running after a ball, having fun. They call it Rainbow Bridge. I call it a loss, a love I’ll never forget.

In my book, River’s Edge Trio Volume 1, check out Help Wanted. In the story, the main character calls on her friend, Judy to bring therapy dogs to the Veteran’s Hospital for a day of cheer. You will so enjoy this story because I asked Judy to do a “picture this” moment to describe what happens when she and her friends bring their therapy dogs to this rehab for Veterans. It’s real, it’s wonderful You’ll love it.

 

Kizzy, continued

Thanks for joining us in our stories of the best dog ever, the therapy dog that never would have been yet became a remarkable force in healing not only children, but veterans, elders and needy folks.

Judy and Kizzy were companions for seventeen years spreading the best they learned to aid others. Here’s a short true story to warm your heart, one Judy told me last year

“It was our first assignment as a therapy dog team. We were to go to the Children’s Psychiatric Hospital in Rockland County, New Yor. This is a lock down facility where children up to the age of eighteen are housed, sadly because there’s no place for them in the outside world. On this early fall evening when the air is crisp and the weather is cool. The hallway was dark. I saw the shadow of a girl coming down the corridor. Her eyes were downcast as she cradled a baby doll. She must have been about ten or eleven. She saw me and cast her eyes away. Then she glanced down and found Kizzy. She stopped short, hungered to pet him. He ran to her wagging his furry tail with joy. They bonded right away.  She was the first young person he’d seen since he moved in with us and something inside me said, he missed being around the sweetness of kids. Kizzy must have come from a home with young children. Obviously this girl was a victim of circumstance.  I discovered her Mom died of Aids at age 34 and she was one of five children, each one with a different father. She came to this hospital because she was born into an environment where she could hardly succeed. She lashed out at people, was hard to control and had no interest at all. Except for a small Bichon Frise who ran into her empty arms and just for a moment, gave her happiness and love.

 

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Kizzy’s Story, a Bichon Frise puppy no one wanted and learned to give his all. Seventeen years of love and devotion.

The next few days, I’ll write about the remarkable dog named Kizzy for Kismet. My best friend, Judy Audevard and husband Bob decided to check out a kennel where they might find just the right pet. Lots of barking cute pooches crowded around the fenced area as if they called,”take me, take me.” Only the small white furry one with big black eyes hunkered way back. Judy reached out her hand. The pup raced over and Kizzy became an important member of their family. Seventeen years of devotion, becoming a therapy dog, working in the READ program, and later on to be a part of the West Point Programs. Together with Judy, they formed the Hudson Valley Paws for a Cause.

Meanwhile, when they arrived at Bob and Judy’s home, they decided to allow Kizzy to find his way. Sure enough, he wandered upstairs to the bedroom where Judy’s Mother was recovering from a stroke. Kizzy jumped up on the bed to nuzzle under the elder woman’s chin. Eventually, a damaged hand stretched out to touch the furry pup.Kizzy had found his first therapy patient and love.

More about this wonder dog tomorrow. I’ve written some delicious stories where Kizzy saves the day in a romance and adventure. The title is Young at Heart.There are three charming stories in one volume titled The Beginning. . .Not the End.

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These Charmaine Gordon stories of love, passion, and suspense starring sexy seniors   Kizzy are also available as singles in ebook.

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Chef’s Surprise; Continued

Last week a psycho escaped from Bellevue to crash through the bushes in Central Park whereReva sat with Mrs. Randall and right there, he almost fell on the elderly woman. Reva shouted for him to move away; when he didn’t, she stood in front of Grans and fired her Lady Smith to hit him in the knee. As he lay screaming on the ground, the women sat on another bench to wait for the police.

Excerpt:

“What happened here?” the policeman said as he removed the gun and Reva’s carry papers from her possession.

“Sir, we were just reading about this psycho when he ran through the trees and almost fell on Mrs. Randall’s legs. The only way I could save her is by shooting him in the knee.

“You seem very sure of yourself, Miss Mercer.”

“This is my job and I’m good at what I do but I’m sorry to had use my gun.”

“This is the escaped man and quite possibly he might have hurt Mrs. Randall and other women.”

James came running down the path where he almost fell apart to see his grandmother and Reva  in the middle of what appeared to be a crime scene. The officer explained the situation and said, “If it weren’t for her gun prowess, the guy might have hurt Mrs.Randall, she is your mother, right?”

James nodded, stared at his Chef, nurse and now wonder woman and thought fast to say ‘you remember when we met a while back when your daughter had some trouble; a vigorous nod responded from the cop.

“I would appreciate our name staying out of the paper, something like attack in the park stopped by an unknown woman.”

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This Is Me

Hi everyone, we’ve been in touch for several years already but do we really know each other? The most I know about any of my writing friends is their style of writing. So this evening I decided to give you a short run down on me.

I married my high school sweetie during the Korean War. He became a pilot in the Strategic Air Command; I became an Air Force Wife, quite a change from the sheltered girl who grew up in Chicago, went to Purdue U and was swept away by HIM!

We had a batch of kids like most Air Force wives did; I wrote shows and directed them for the weekly fancy dinners at the Officer’s Club never dreaming, before long, my talents were to be used in a different way. As civilians, we moved to New York. There a friend who worked professionally as an actor suggested I take my talents to the big city. And I did. Thus began what I call the sweet time of my life.

Now, in my fifties, I traveled alone to the big city and found my way. Soon daytime dramas had me working several days a week and the other days I had movies to work on. Bit parts were just enough. My first movie was Working Girl where Mike Nickols beckoned to me, handed a bunch of balloons and a big birthday cake and said, “Sing Happy Birthday to Melanie Griffith.” When Harry Met Sally was a bunch of fun, also another movie with Anthony Hopkins who invited me to lunch. During the run of an Off Broadway play my voice felt strange. I saw a specialist who shook his head. Bad news. Spasmodic Dysphonia attacked my lovely voice to end my acting career.

Creative Juices continued to flow and a writing career began. I wrote and wrote until I finished my first book To Be Continued. A publisher requested the manuscript and I was on my way. I write Romance/Suspense with humor and often pets find their way into the stories. Mature Romances are part of platform because “it isn’t over ’til it’s over.”

So, my friends, this is me. If you’d enjoy jumping in to let me know more about you, I’d be so pleased.

Keep a smile on your face and let me hear from you.

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