The morning of February 14th, President Adams woke up with an excitement he hadn’t felt in some time. He was ignoring all of the pressing business of running a country, designating the necessary business to his aides and committee heads, to be overseen by his vice-president.
The President calmly took his wife out to the jet and they quietly left. Mrs. Adams was curious where they might be going. She figured she would be briefed when it was necessary and enjoyed the beautiful breakfast that had been set out for them. They had bacon and eggs with blueberry muffins and hot coffee. After scanning the newspaper, President Adams wished his wife a happy Valentine’s Day and asked if she had guessed where they were going.
Mrs. Adams replied, “No, I have no idea. I’m assuming it has nothing to do with the homeless buildings or openings since it is too early.”
“And you would be right with your assumptions,” the President said. “Actually this trip is about you. Well, you and me. Do you remember when we met in Greece, when we were both in art school? Do you remember how the white houses stood out in contrast to the blue of the Mediterranean?”
“Yes, of course,” Mrs. Adams replied.
“Well, we are going to celebrate Valentine’s Day in Greece and are going to retrace our steps and visit all of the places we loved!” He explained.
Mrs. Adams smiled and said, “You are an incurable romantic, you know! You make me so happy, honey. How long will we be gone? I didn’t pack anything, since I thought it was a day trip.”
President Adams smiled and said, “I had your personal assistant pack what you would need!” His expression at pleasing her reminded her of a little boy, doing something kind for his mother!
President and Mrs. Adams stayed at the little apartment house where they had stayed 30 years ago. After having a lunch of gyros and baklava, they put on swimsuits and went for a swim in the sea. Next was a nap, before an evening walk. President Adams had arranged for a lovely Greek spread of all kinds of goodies to be set up when they returned. Mrs. Adams said, “I have said it once and will say it again, you are the most romantic man in the world!” After an undisturbed night's sleep, they woke up to a delivery of all kinds of art supplies, which were arranged out on their deck. They spent a creative time painting with oils, capturing the beautiful hues and sipping a sweet grape wine.
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The adventure was over sooner than they would have liked and it was back to the White House.
Back in Alaska, Donald had had a blood transfusion and had been in surgery for three hours. Jim asked Sue, “Are you hungry? It’s been a long time since you have eaten.”
Sue said, “I couldn’t eat anything.
Jim put his arm around her and said, “Let’s go for a walk.” Sue objected briefly but Jim firmly walked her out of the waiting room. They went to the cafeteria and Jim got them a couple of cups of coffee and sausage biscuits. Walking outside, they sat on a bench in the courtyard and drank in the sunshine as they drank their coffee.
Jim asked, “Can you take a few bites? I know you aren’t hungry and are worried about Donald but you have to keep up your energy for whatever happens.”
“OK,” Sue meekly agreed. After their sandwich and coffee were gone, Sue smiled at Jim and said, “Thanks.”
Jim said, “What are you thinking about? It’s not healthy to bottle up your emotions.”
Sue looked up at him and said, “It’s odd you should say that. I used to tell my patients that quite often. You are right. I do need to talk.” After a quick pause Sue said, “He lost a lot of blood. It is hard to come back from that. I drove as fast as I could, Jim. It will be a miracle if he pulls through. I think I love him, Jim.”
Jim said, “Let’s talk while we walk. I know you are eager to get back to the waiting room and see if there is any news. Sue, I don’t know if he will make it, but we need to have faith. I feel like you two were brought together for a reason and I don’t think it is over yet. That’s my gut feeling.”
As they walked into the waiting room a nurse approached them and asked, “Aren’t you waiting for news from Donald, the man with the gunshot wound?”
Sue eagerly said, “Yes!”
The nurse said, “Donald needed almost a complete transfusion, he had lost so much blood. He had flat-lined when you first brought him in, but came around again when he started receiving blood. The doctor got the bullet out pretty easily, but the artery needed a lot of repair. He is presently in recovery and is doing well. You will have to wait to go see him. I will let you know when you can go in.”
Sue and Jim hugged each other with tears in their eyes. “I am so grateful! He is going to be ok, Jim!”
Jim said, “Yeah, “ as he wiped his eyes.
