WCW: Middle Age, Richard Armitage, & Romance, February 03, 2016 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #869)

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Seeing Michelle Forbes’ tweet last weekend [right] –wherein she praises her “Berlin Station” (EPIX , 2016) costar the exquisitely talented British actor Richard Armitage —made me give a little inner cheer for all of us middle aged gals.

Well, perhaps I should rephrase that—the middle aged part.  I’m only middle aged if I live to be 112. And if you do the math, that makes me about 12 years older than Richard Armitage who is a smoulderingly handsome 44.5 years.  Technically, he is middle aged, too.  But as usual, Richard Armitage looks younger than his years.  My hubby tells me I do, too.  But then he’s just using good husband diplomacy.

But I don’t feel older than maybe 35.  Thirty five is a nice age.  You’re past the early growing up years of angst and awkward social forays and have settled into a personal and professional space that you can be content with for now and start enjoying life—because it is all ahead of you.  My hubby lets me celebrate the anniversary of my 35th birthday—dear man.  So this year my celebrations will  reach their age of majority—and could vote and drink.

Aw heck!  Give me that Middle Earth longevity cocktail!   I’m up for it!   Why?  Because a certain 197 year old Dwarven King Thorin Oakenshield [in collage below left by Cyn@Dainty] portrayed by Richard Armitage, aged very well in The Hobbit film trilogy.  And my favorite longer haired look on Richard Armitage from 2013’s Desolation of Smaug Berlin Premiere [below right from Pinterest].  *THUD*

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And Berlin, Germany is where Richard Armitage is currently filming his 10 part tv series, “Berlin Station”.  So here’s hoping for some errant bang lock “Berlin Station” action on the part of Richard Armitage’s character of Daniel Meyer , Miller—or whatever they have decided to call his character.

But that got me to thinking about age and relationships—especially returning to the topic of the handsome 44.5 year old Richard Armitage and the beautiful 51 year old Michelle Forbes possibly being in a relationship.  I know, I’m wildly speculating here with no basis in anything substantive.  But that’s part of the fun.

Exhibit A:  The tweet:  “This man = Heaven. Full Stop.”  I quite agree, frRichardArmitageAngel--little-peace-of-heaven_Feb0216byCynDaintyom a fan perspective—as an admirer of Richard Armitage’s body of work, and … such.  But perhaps Ms. Forbes has a more personal basis upon which to make that heavenly assessment of her costar.  Heaven can be considered a place, or a state of being—it is the latter definition that I perceive she is employing.  And just what emotional state could affect such heavenly ruminations? Supreme contentment?  Joy?  Love?  Etc.?  Or, all of the above? Cyn Dainty has shared her interpretation of Ms. Forbes meaning of heaven in relation to Richard Armitage in a wallpaper at right.

Exhibit B:  The photo image in the tweet, though blurry, clearly shows two gorgeous adults in a very happy state as evidenced by  their beaming smiles.  They are also not only sitting (one presumes) side by side, but they are practically joined at the hip.  Lucky girl!  I have some experience of this non-verbal behavior from the dating period of my and my hubby’s relationship.  After we had become engaged—and then some—we were inseparable physically.  We always had to be touching each other in an embrace of some sort. Even if we sat in two chairs—unlike a booth that might be the case here—we sat so close together that if I moved a few inches I would be sitting in his lap.  Our friends teasingly remarked upon our closeness by saying Get a room with big grins on their faces.

Exhibit C:  In the tweet picture [right again], Richard Armitage has slightly swerved his MichelleForbesTweet--ThisManEqualsHeaven-reRichardArmitage_Jan3016mf-cropsized (2)head and face behind Michelle Forbes’s head, as if to shyly hide his cheeks flushed with  … something.  With Richard Armitage’s famously discreet–no revelations about his private love life to the press–him trying to hide behind her head almost seems to suggest that their relationship is private, and romantic.  And though, he might have thought that the selfie that she was taking was just for them, then why try to hide?  So he must have had an inkling that she might share their selfie on social media.  Of course, he could have just been going in for a neck nuzzle.  But he would have had to move her hair out of the way—and his hands and arms are not in frame.  So either way—trying to keep private his relationship or going in for nuzzle—suggests to me that Michelle and Richard are a romantic couple.  And below is a lovely video by colinfever with examples of a Richard Armitage characters in full on passionate romance mode.   Just think what Richard Armitage is like in a real life romance!   Sighhhh!

Exhibit D:
  Michelle and Richard are wearing similarly dark colored clothing—both are wearing dark/black coats/jackets.  In my experience, romantic couples tend to gravitate to some similar clothing colors early in the relationship.  Though my hubby tends to stick with a blue color palette, I have morphed away from blue to wearing more flattering to my skin color pinks, purples, and peach.  And Richard’s high color mock turtle neck olive drab green is similar to Michelle’s scarf covering her up to her neck.  I concede, the high collars could be for warmth.  And at least Richard isn’t doubling up his layers by wearing a bulky sweater under a two small tweed jacket as in the picture below. But Kudos to Richard Armitage being named in the top 13 of Glamour’s Sexiest Men of 2016 list.


I concur—about Richard Armitage being the sexiest man—no matter who the other 12 men are above him in the rankings.  Sighhh!  Except, of course, my hubby is my in situ corporeal sexiest man.  *wink*

And maybe if GlamourUK had used an earlier Richard Armitage portrait—or even an image from their competitor EsquireUK’s December 2013 Richard Armitage in tuxedos spread–maybe Glamour might have listed him a tad higher.  Below is the Esquire UK video that is sure to clinch RA’s sexiest status at some point.

But getting back to Michelle Forbes and Richard Armitage, a 6 year age difference is not exactly cougar territory for her.  If forty is the new thirty, then 51 is the new 41.  She is gorgeous in the pictures below from ouchpress!  And hurrah for brunettes everywhere!

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Richard Armitage working–and whatever else with Michelle Forbes–is a lucky man.  And she obviously feels lucky, too!  To that I say, You go girl!  You’re living the dream! 

And all of us middle aged folks—me and my hubby, and Michelle and Richard, etc.–are enjoying more of life these days.  Besides, technology is bound to advance in the next two hundred years to slow down or even to reverse aging for those of us who have gotten on the Middle Earth longevity band wagon.  Such that I can finally look as old as I feel—35.  Then again, maybe that will be 35 in dog years at that point.  Ha!


Nota Bene:  The previously wholly off the top of my head, unsubstantiated, so don’t start any rumors, wild speculation on my part was just for a giggle or two.  Besides, two gorgeous people can be working colleagues who respect each others’ work and value each other as friendly acquaintances and/or friends without necessarily  becoming a romantic couple.  *gazing at that selfie tweet again* Uh huh.   *wink*

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“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 20 (PG-13, D): The Day After, February 01, 2016 by Gratiana Lovelace (Post #868)

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[From time to time, I will illustrate my story characters with:  Richard Armitage as Sam Wakeforest, Marcia Gay Harden as Sam’s older sister Tessa Wakeforest Shoop Delaney, and Emily Deschanel as Tessa’s sister-in-law Olivia Delaney Wakeforest, Viola Davis as Pauletta Perkins, Cicely Tyson as Nellie Newton, Anna Sophia Robb as Alice Trent, Kevin Spacey as Roger Delaney, Sam Heughan as Todd Wakeforest, Idris Elba as Dominic Perkins  and others as noted.]

Authors Content Note: “Love in the Great Pine Woods” is a mature love story with dramatic themes of love and relationships.  It will mostly be at the PG and PG-13 movie levels. Specific chapters or passages may have a further rating of:  L for language, D for dramatic emotions, and S for sensual themes.  And I will rate the chapters accordingly. If you are unable or unwilling to attend a movie with the ratings that I provide for a chapter, then please do not read that chapter. This is my disclaimer.  And as is my habit, I will summarize the previous chapter’s events at the beginning of the next chapter.

Authors Recap from the Previous Chapter:   On Saturday, January 2, 1956, Olivia Wakeforest was airlifted from Wakeforest Mountain to the Wakeforest County Hospital in the Town of Wakforest and she had her surgery to repair her leg. Injured when the mountain avalanche overran their cabin honeymoon retreat and a glass shard from a broken window embedded itself in her lower left leg.  But the extended Delaney and Wakeforest families were dealt a further blow when longtime family caretaker and retired housekeeper Nellie Newton died of old age while Olivia was in surgery.   Sam doesn’t know how to break the sorrowful news of Nellie’s death to Olivia–nor how she will cope with it, given her own serious medical issues.  But Sam vows to do everything in his power to be of comfort to his beloved wife, Olivia.


“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 20 (PG-13, D): The Day After

Olivia Wakeforest had been given such powerful pain medicines and sedatives after her surgery to repair the wound to her lower left leg’s muscle, tendon, and blood vessels that she slept much of the evening of Saturday, January 2, 1956—and on into Sunday morning.  Roger and Tessa Delaney had taken their foster children Alice and baby Bobby home to sleep Saturday after seeing Olivia just after her surgery that went well.  But Olivia’s husband Sam Wakeforest has stayed the night with Olivia, him sleeping on the longish couch in her private hospital room.

Sam coaxes Olivia to eat a little breakfast around 9:30am Sunday morning, January 3rd—the day after their ordeal in surviving the avalanche on Wakeforest Mountain, but which caused Olivia to become injured–as much to help her regain her strength as she heals, as well as, to delay having to tell Olivia about Nellie Newton’s passing.  Nellie had been a caring grandmotherly and a mothering influence upon Olivia—especially after Olivia’s mother died when she was just 19 years old in her second year of college.  All Olivia’s life–but especially for  the last 17 years–Nellie has been the constant comforting and mothering force in Olivia’s life.  And now Nellie has died in her 86th year after a long and loving life.

But ever alert to other people’s feelings, Olivia notices Sam’s somber mood as they eat their breakfast.  Sipping her hot chocolate, Olivia glances at her new husband Sam whose gaze is focused upon his breakfast plate of toast, eggs and bacon.

Olivia:  “You’re rather quiet today, Sam.  Didn’t you sleep well on the couch?”  She scrunches up her nose—knowing full well that her tall and lanky husband would over tax most couches ability to contain him comfortably.

Sam: Looking up at her with a small smile, Sam winces.  “As good as could be expected–since I overflowed its dimensions by a bit.”  In truth, his head and body had lain on the seat cushions and his legs rested over one of the arm rests and dangled off to the side of the couch.  So Sam is feeling a little stiff this morning.

Olivia:  Smiling bemusedly despite her medicine dampened pain, Olivia observes.  “Only a bit?”

Sam:  “Well!”  Sam sheepishly rolls his eyes and grins at her.  Then seeing her press her lips together in what he rightly presumes indicates that she is in pain, he asks her caringly.  “Shall I ask the nurse to give you more pain meds, Olivia My Love?”

Olivia: “I …. I don’t think it’s time yet.”  Olivia sighs woefully.

Sam:  “Olivia, You must be close to time.  Let’s ask.”  Olivia nods her head hopefully and Sam pushes the nurse call button.  The nurse lady who had been with them yesterday afternoon after Olivia’s surgery is also their daytime nurse today.

Rushing into Olivia Wakeforest’s private hospital room because she knows that Olivia is her most urgent case in what is a small hospital of five patients in the surgical wing, the nurse asks kindly.

Nurse Mabel:  “How are we feeling after breakfast today, Mrs. Wakeforest?  Hmm?”  She fluffs up Olivia’s pillow for her.

Olivia:  “Hhhhhh!”  She sighs—in too much pain to articulate it.

Sam:  “Can you please give her something for the pain?” He requests pleadingly.

Nurse Mabel: “Let me just check her chart.”  She goes to look at the clipboard at the end of the bed.  “Oh!”  She purses her lips.

Sam: “What is it?”  He asks worriedly.

Nurse Mabel:  “It’s just that Mrs. Wakeforest had her last pain meds only 3.5 hours ago.  She isn’t due for more until another 30 minutes.”

Olivia:  “Hmmm.”  Olivia whines in pain and closes her eyes—trying to be stoic.

But Sam cannot stand to see Olivia in any pain.

Sam: “My wife is in so much pain.  Can’t you let her have the pain relief medicine now.” He pleads.

Nurse Mabel:  Walking further into the room, the nurse winces.  “The medicine intervals are for patient welfare.  And I’m a nurse, not the doctor.  I just administer her medicine.”

Sam: “But …”  The nurse interrupts Sam with a raised hand.

Nurse Mabel:  “But I will contact the doctor to see if we can give Mrs. Wakeforest her pain meds early.  In the meantime, let me bring in an ice pack.  It might help in numbing the area for her.” The nurse starts to walk back toward the door.

Olivia: “Thank you!”  Olivia sighs with relief.  “And I feel so hot, my leg feels so hot.”

Nurse Mabel: “It does?”  In alarm, the nurse goes back to Olivia’s bedside and gently moves the blanket and sheet aside.  Olivia’s lower left leg looks a little more swollen than it should after surgery.  And when the nurse places her hands hovering over the bandaged incision site, she can feel the heat emanating from Olivia’s infected wound.  “Mrs. Wakeforest, You might have a small infection that is causing your wound to overheat and you to feel more pain.”  Then she feels Olivia’s now perspiring brow and it feels warm—not hot, but definitely not a normal temperature.  “We must get the infection under control and you cooler.”

Sam: “What’s wrong?  What can I do?”  Sam [(2) right] stands as he looks at the nurse Sam-isRichardArmitage-in2014TheCrucibleRehearsals-9-byJohanPersson_Dec0615ranet-sizedand then at his wife Olivia in concern.

Nurse Mabel:  “Hold your wife’s hand while I call the doctor and get the ice.”  The nurse states in a clipped manner as she rushes out of the hospital room.

Olivia: “Oh Sam!  What if I lose my leg?”  Olivia worries.

Sam: “That won’t happen!  I promise.”  But Sam is not a doctor.

Nurse Mabel returns in ten minutes—with ice for a cool compress for Olivia’s forehead and with reinforcements in the form of a young doctor in training.  With it being Sunday morning, the senior medical staff are on call, but not on site.

Nurse Mabel: “This Dr. Mark Blackwell, a resident in our hospital.  He assisted Dr. Carter with Mrs. Wakeforest’s surgery yesterday.”  She gestures to him.  Then she moves to the other side and places the soothing cool compress over Olivia Wakeforest’s forehead.

Dr. Blackwell: “Good Day!  Let’s take a look at Mrs. Wakeforest’s surgical site.”

Dr. Blackwell goes to the small hospital room sink and washes his hands in front of them.  The nurse does so as well.  Then the nurse helps the doctor put on sterile surgical gloves before examining Mrs. Wakeforest’s leg.  Sam notices that the doctor seems to have a slight limp as he moves about the room and he wonders.

Sam:  “Are you alright to treat my wife?”  Sam looks down at the doctor’s limping leg.  Olivia’s gaze follows her husband’s.

Dr. Blackwell:  “I’m fine.”  He states woodenly to both of them.  Then he glosses over it by saying.  “An old complaint.  Now let’s focus on Mrs. Wakeforest.”  He starts giving terse commands to the nurse.   “Nurse, Please give Mrs. Wakeforest a light sedative.  We are going to be cleansing her surgical incision with sterile saline solution and changing her bandages—which could cause her great discomfort without the sedative.”

Nurse Mabel: “Yes, Dr. Blackwell.”  The nurse nods and obeys.  Though the doctor resident is young—in his mid-twenties—he has ably tended to several of her patients.  So she has confidence in him.

Dr. Blackwell:  Then he turns back to Olivia.  “Not to worry, Mrs. Wakeforest.  Post-surgical site infections [(3)] are not uncommon.  We just have to keep on top of them.”  Olivia nods wincingly.

After administering the light sedative to Olivia via her IV, Nurse Mabel carefully unwraps Olivia’s bandaged lower left leg.  There is some pus and blood oozing through the last layer of bandages—and the leg is a little more swollen than it should be at this point.  The nurse puts a double folded towel underneath Olivia’s leg in preparation for the cleansing procedure.  She also drapes the sides of the wound with sterile cloths.

Dr. Blackwell:  Examining the wound, Dr. Blackwell is relieved.  “Hmmm.  Not so bad as post-surgical infections go.  It’s not red and inflamed. And the oozing fluids mean that your body is trying to rid itself of the infection.  That’s good.”  Dr. Blackwell pronounces for the Wakeforests’ benefit. Then he readies the saline solution squirt bottle and a gauze pad to catch the overflow.   “But still, we must clean the wound site, apply a topical antibiotic [(4)] , and put a new bandage over it.  Mrs. Wakeforest, This may still sting even with the light sedative we’ve just given you.”

Olivia nods and looks worriedly at her husband Sam.  Sam moves to stand by his wife’s side, but away from the medical staff—to give them plenty of room to work.  Sam takes Olivia’s hand that isn’t hooked up to the IV and he squeezes it as he leans down and kisses her cheek.  Sam stays there, leaning over, whispering comforting words in Olivia’s ear.

Sam: “Olivia My Love, They’re going to make you feel all better soon.”  He hopes.  “You’re being very brave, My Darling.  And soon, you’re coming home with me in a few days.  Then you’ll have me all to yourself as you convalesce.”  But Sam’s statements belie the fact that concrete arrangements for Olivia’s convalescent care have yet to be organized.

At first, Dr. Blackwell merely squirts the saline solution at the stitched wound site and he gently cleans around it.  Olivia winces in discomfort, but it is not anything she can’t handle.  But then as the doctor squirts more saline directly on the stitched incision and tries to gently wipe away the blood and pus, Olivia gasps in pain.

Olivia: “Hhhh!  Stop, please stop!”  Olivia cries out in pain and tears fall down her cheeks.  Sam cradles her shoulders as he tries to soothe and comfort her.

Sam: “There there.  I’m so sorry, My Love.  But he’s almost done.”

Unlike many physicians who would keep going—feeling that getting the procedure done quickly is better for the patient—Dr. Blackwell stops.   He does not want to cause any of his patients’ pain, if he can help it.  Dr. Blackwell  turns to the nurse.

Dr. Blackwell:  “The sedative alone is not enough and Mrs. Wakeforest is in too much pain for me to continue. Nurse, please bring me the portable anesthesia tank [(5)] and mask we use when setting bone breaks. We’ll knock her out for the minute that we are finishing cleansing her wound, so that she won’t feel pain.”

Sam:  “Is my wife able to have anesthesia?  We just had breakfast, though she didn’t eat much.”  Sam asks worriedly.

Olivia: “I only had some toast and jam and some hot chocolate.”  Olivia asks hopefully.  She just wants the pain to be gone.

Dr. Blackwell: “That should be fine.  This is a very mild general anesthesia—not as deep as what we use for surgery when we need the patient not to have eaten for several hours prior.  And we’ll bring her out of it right away.”

Nurse Mabel fetches the portable anesthesia tank and mask.  Then she adjusts Olivia’s bed to lift up the back and elevate her to a partial sitting position whilst receiving the anesthesia. This so that her airway doesn’t collapse since they are not intubating her.  Then the nurse places the anesthesia mask over Olivia’s nose and mouth, with the gas being administered at the lowest setting.  But it does the job and knocks Olivia out—with Sam holding Olivia’s shoulders steady so that she doesn’t slip to one side.  Then Nurse Mabel removes the anesthesia mask, and Olivia is placed on oxygen to supplement her breathing.

Working quickly, Dr. Blackwell cleanses the surgical incision thoroughly—even pressing the incision sides together a bit to force more infectious pus out.  That procedure would have been excruciating for Olivia if she had been awake.  The doctor doesn’t want to have to remove the stitches and open up the wound again if he doesn’t have to.  Then cleansing once more, Dr. Blackwell is satisfied that he has gotten all of the infectious pus when the wound appears clean and is no longer oozing.


Then Dr. Blackwell applies a topical antibiotic along the length of the surgical wound site with a sterile tongue depressor—him making sure to completely cover the stitched wound.  This procedure takes only about five minutes.  And Olivia is starting to wake up just as Dr. Blackwell bandages and wraps her surgical site—which was the site of her glass shard impalement.  Usually, doctors have the nurses do the bandaging.  But Dr. Blackwell is hands on as a doctor and he doesn’t feel it beneath him to tend to this aspect of patient care.

A groggy Olivia opens her eyes and looks at her husband who is leaning down next to her as she lies in her hospital bed.

Olivia:  “Hi Sam, Did I fall asleep?”  She asks sleepily as she turns her head toward his

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head leaning on her pillow and she smiles [(6) right], then kisses him.

Sam: Looking quizzically between his wife and the doctor, he replies.  “Yes My Love, they had to cleanse your wound and rebandage it.  Don’t you remember?”

Olivia: “Oh?”  She doesn’t remember anything—including the pain that she had felt—a little blessing of the anesthesia.

Dr. Blackwell: “Memory loss isn’t unusuall Mr. & Mrs. Wakeforest.  Mrs. Wakeforest.  I’m Dr. Blackwell.  I assisted Dr. Carter with your surgery yesterday.”  He knowingly reintroduces himself to her.  “In addition to cleansing and examining your wound, I applied a topical antibiotic that has some numbing properties.  So you should be able to sleep and rest easier this morning.”

Olivia: “Thank you, doctor!”  Olivia sighs comfortably pain free for now.  “I do feel tired.  I think I’ll just take a nap.”  And she closes her eyes and dozes.

Sam: Standing up from his wife’s bedside and turning to the doctor, Sam asks worriedly and a bit brusquely.  “Should my wife be sleeping now?”

Dr. Blackwell:  Understanding about concerned husbands—especially new ones like Sam Wakeforest, Dr. Blackwell assures him.  “Mrs. Wakeforest  is doing fine.  When the anesthetic and antibiotic fully wear off in a few hours, we will reassess her wound healing then.  Hopefully, we have nipped in the bud any infection that was starting.”

As Dr. Blackwell turns to leave and walks toward the door, Sam notices the doctor’s limp again.

Sam: “Did you hurt your leg skiing?”  Sam has never been one to beat about the bush.

Dr. Blackwell:  “Not exactly.  I mean, I do ski and hike and such—I’m an outdoorsy guy.  It was one of the reasons that chose to do my residency here in your beautiful area—for its scenic vistas and the variety of leisure sports.  But to answer your question,  my limp is due to an illness with complications that I had as a child twenty years ago–and it necessitated the doctors amputating my left foot.”  Dr. Blackwell relates nonchalantly.

Sam:  “Oh! I’m sorry.”  Sam blanches.

Sam has a tendency to blunder his way into awkward moments now and again–sticking his foot in his mouth—as is the case now.  But Dr. Blackwell is accustomed to putting people at ease about his infirmity.

Dr. Blackwell:  “Me, too.  But it’s all water under the bridge.  And I have adjusted, learning how to live my life fully with my prosthetic.  It doesn’t limit me—nor does it define me.”  He intones purposely.

Sam:  “No, of course not.”  Sam nods respectfully.

Dr. Blackwell: “Because of my own experience, I hope to specialize in orthopedic surgery.  So I can help other people have less drastic outcomes than I did.”

Sam: “That is very commendable.”  Sam nods.  Then extending his hand, he shakes the doctor’s hand.  “Dr. Blackwell, We’re very grateful for your tender care of my wife Olivia.”

Dr. Blackwell: “My pleasure, Mr. Wakeforest.  I’ll be back after lunch in about four hours to check on Mrs. Wakeforest. In the meantime, you are in very good hands with Nurse Mabel.  She’s the best nurse I have ever worked with!”  He states sincerely and smiles at the blushing matronly lady.

Nurse Mabel: “Oh go on with you, doctor.”  She shoos him out of the room.  “Is there anything I can get you Mr. Wakeforest?”

Sam:  “May I make a call out at the nurses’ station?”

Nurse Mabel: “Of course.”

Sam makes a call to his sister Tessa regarding Olivia’s morning infection scare.  He also wants to ask Tessa how to break the news of Nellie’s death to Olivia.  Tessa tells Sam that she’ll be right over.  Actually, Roger wants to come, too, to see how his sister is doing.  So they pack up their foster kids fourteen year old Alice and baby Bobby to join them at the Wakeforest County Hospital.


When Tessa and Roger and the kids arrive at Olivia’s private hospital room about an hour later, the door is cracked open.  They see Sam sitting next to the bed and holding the sleeping Olivia’s hand.  Sam sees them and silently waves to them that he will join them.  Sam wants to let Olivia sleep as long as he can.  After walking into the hospital corridor, Sam is hugged by his sister Tessa and shaken hands by her husband and Olivia’s brother Roger Delaney.  Sam’s foster niece Alice sits off to the side on a bench with a sleepy baby Bobby in her lap.

Sam: “Thanks for coming.”  He tells them sincerely.

Tessa: “How is she?”  Tessa [(7 right] asks worriedly.  Then they all look into theTessa-isMarcia+Gay+Harden+Boots+Mid+Calf+Boots_Nov2715stylebistrocom-crop-sized-blur-Mask2blue-crop hospital room at the sleeping Olivia.

Roger: “She looks so pale.”  He worries.

Sam:  “She is resting comfortably now.  After they cleansed and bandaged her wound while she was under a mild general anesthetic, Olivia went back to sleep. And though she was due for more pain relief medication thirty minutes ago, we’re waiting until she wakes up and the numbing effects of the anesthesia wears off.”

Roger:  “Maybe we should wait to tell her about Nellie.  She’s been through so much already.”

Tessa: “No. She has to know before anyone other than family accidently tells her.  That would be more devastating to her.”

Sam: “I agree.  And with Olivia being in the hospital, we should do it when she is not in pain.  Otherwise, her injury pain coupled with the sorrow of learning about Nellie could send her into a breathing attack.”  And by breathing attack, Sam means one of Olivia’s panic attacks that causes her breathing to become erratic and she usually faints due to hyperventilating.

Sam has become adept at soothing his love Olivia to help her prevent an attack or to help soothe her to come out of it, when most men would have deemed her emotional outbursts as too much trouble and left long ago.  But Sam loves Olivia—even the unpleasant and worrisome bits.  Just as Olivia overlooks Sam’s often gruff ways and manner—her smoothing him out socially.

Nurse Mabel walks past them into Olivia’s room to take her vital signs.  Having her hand raised to check her pulse and her heart listened to, rouses Olivia.  And she requests her pain medicine, and Nurse Mabel administers it.

Then Olivia’s family comes into her hospital room.  Sam goes instantly to Olivia’s right side and perches on the bed, putting his arm around her shoulders in a light embrace.  This is not going to be easy.

Olivia: “Hello everyone.”  Olivia smiles wanly.

Olivia’s brother Roger and his wife Tessa stand at the foot of Olivia’s bed.  Alice and Bobby sit patiently on the couch off to the side.

Tessa: “Hello, Olivia Dear.  How are you feeling?”

Roger: “Yes, how are you feeling?” Olivia’s brother Roger [(8) right] asks stiffly, but Roger-upset-isKevinSpacey-inCallofdutyadvancedwarfarescreenshotjuly294_Nov2815playstationlifestyle-sized-crop-shrphe is truly concerned for her welfare.

Olivia: “Truthfully?”  They all nod. “Tired and sore.”  She sighs and Sam kisses her forehead.

Sam:  “Olivia is being a trouper.  But I’m sure she’ll feel much better once I get her to our own home and she can relax without being prodded every hour.

Sam wants to take her home and have her all to himself.  Yet, that isn’t necessarily practical.

Tessa: “Oh!”  Tessa looks at her brother Sam in surprise.  “We were going to offer to have you and Olivia stay as our guests for a little while—until she gets on her feet again.”

Sam: “That’s kind of you, Tessa and Roger.  But you have enough to handle with the kids and all.”  Sam demures vaguely.

Olivia: “Yes, but Sam.”  Olivia looks up at him shyly.  “We haven’t had time to organize our Wakeforest home with staff to help run it.  And I’m in no shape to worry about that right now.”

Sam:  “Oh!”  Sam sighs.  “You want us to go home to your brother’s house?”  Sam pouts.

Olivia: “Just for a little while, Sam.  Please?”

Tessa: Interjecting, trying to be helpful, Tessa suggests calmly.  “It does make sense, Sam.  And there will be plenty of people around to care for Olivia when you have to get back to the mountain.”

Olivia grips her husband Sam’s hand tightly in fear.

Olivia: “Must you go back to the mountain?”  She bites her lower lip as she pleads with him.

Sam: “Eventually.  I am the mountain’s steward.  It is under my conservatorship.  And with Todd laid up, we’re already down one person at the Wakeforest Tree Farm and at our Lumber Mill. “  Olivia shakes her head, fretting.   “Now shhh.  Shhh!  I’ll be alright, Olivia.  I promise.  Nothing will happen to me.”

Noticing his sister Olivia’s reaction to her husband Sam saying that he will return to the mountain, Roger Delaney says soothingly.

Roger:  “Olivia, Sam is a seasoned forester. He can take care of himself.”

Then knowing that they have all been delaying what they really came to tell Olivia, Bobby-isanOilPainting-called-blueeyedboy-byDennisFrost-onEbay_Nov2715ebay-crop-sized-blurTessa goes over to Alice and lifts sleeping baby Bobby into her arms.  Bobby [(9) right]  is a little blond curly haired cherub. Then Tessa walks Bobby over to Olivia’s bed and asks.

Tessa: “Would you like to hold Bobby?  He always makes me feel better.”

Olivia: “Umm.  I’m not sure I can with my one arm having an IV in it.”

Sam:  “Here.  I’ll hold Bobby between us resting in your right arm.  That way you don’t have to strain to hold him.”

Olivia: “Thanks, Sam.”  She smiles.  And Olivia seems to brighten having the sleeping Bobby in her arms.

Tessa embraces Alice as she and Roger stand at the foot of the bed.  They are all looking at Olivia.

Olivia: “What?  I know I don’t look my best, but …”

Sam:  “It’s not that, Olivia.  We’re all just glad that you’re going to be okay.”

Olivia: “Then what is it?”  Olivia looks at her husband Sam, her brother Roger, and her sister-in-law Tessa.

Roger and Sam turn to Tessa.  It will be she who has to break the news to Olivia.

Tessa:  “Children are life renewing itself.” [(10)] Tessa pauses.

Olivia: Olvia’s eyes widen. “Tessa, you don’t mean that you’re …” Olivia wonders if Tessa is pregnant, and she looks at her brother Roger, who squirms under her gaze.

Tessa: “Ha ha ha.  No, no. Just that, the children who come into our lives give us purpose and meaning.  Alice and Bobby are a very great blessing to Roger and I in that regard.”  Tessa hugs a smiling fourteen year old Alice [(11) right] from behind as Alice leans Alice-isAnnaSophia.Robb.photograph-in-jeansjacket_Nov2715westwordback into her, feeling safe and loved.   “Just as you were a great blessing for Nellie.”  Olivia looks at Tessa in uncomprehending shock.  “Nellie’s last words to me before we went to the mountain to rescue you and Sam Saturday morning were that she asked me to tell you that you have been her joy.”

Beginning to understand, Olivia’s eyes fill with tears and she cradles Bobby closer to her.  And Sam kisses Olivia’s cheek where her tears are falling.  Olivia focuses upon Tessa’s phrasing in the past tense.

Olivia: “Have been.”  Olivia doesn’t  phrase it as a question, because she intuitively knows.

Roger: “Olivia, Nellie took a turn for the worse yesterday and we brought her to the hospital.  She died yesterday afternoon—Tessa and I were with her when she passed.”

Olivia: “No.”  Tessa wails is quiet despair because she doesn’t want to scare Bobby still sleeping in her arms.  “Why couldn’t she live a little longer and see Sam’s and my children when we have them?”  She asks in a hushed whisper.

Tessa:  “It was her time, Olivia.  Nellie was at peace knowing that Sam will love and cherish you.  She wanted this for you, to love and to be loved in return.  She is happy now.”

Sam: “I’m so sorry, My Love.”

Olivia:  “You knew, and you did not tell me?”  Olivia leans a bit away from Sam, but not much because she is holding baby Bobby and she cannot jostle her arm with the IV in it.”

Sam: Sam gently pulls Olivia back into his embrace.  “I didn’t know how to tell you, My Love.  And you have only been more alert this morning.  But then you had your wound  infection crises.   And last night, you slept mostly.”

Olivia: Olivia nods in understanding.  “I dreamed that I would be going home to Nellie to get well.  Even though I knew she was too frail to really take care of me.  Somehow knowing she would be there, helped.  But now she won’t be there.  I have no mother nor grandmother again.  I feel like an orphan.”

Olivia bursts into tears and she sobs for the loss of Nellie.  Roger and Tessa mournfully look at Olivia.  They have had one day to accustom themselves to Nellie’s death, but it is still hard to lose her. Sam cradles Olivia in his arms while still supporting the sleeping baby Bobby lying in her arms.  And with feeling slightly squished, Bobby begins to wake up.  He sees that he is with his Aunt and Uncle and he reaches up and touches Olivia’s cheek where her tears are falling.

Bobby:  “Auntie?” The eighteen month old boy is small for his age due to poor nutrition before they became fostered by Roger and Tessa Delaney.  But Bobby is learning things very quickly.  And he knows crying when he sees it.  “I kiss and make it better.”

Bobby has heard his older sister Alice and now his foster mother Tessa say this often when he has a boo boo.  Bobby opens and closes his mouth several times—looking like a gaping fish, which makes Olivia smile.

Olivia: “Thank you, Bobby.  I could use a kiss.”  And Olivia leans her head down to him and Bobby strains upward and kisses her chin– with a fair amount of slobber on his part.

Sam:  Kissing Olivia’s forehead—to make it better—Sam says soothingly in his deep velvety voice.  “We all love you, Olivia.  And we promise to help you get well.  If us living with Tessa and Roger for a few weeks will help you get better, then that is what we will do.”

Olivia:  “Thank you, Sam.”

Olivia replies wanly, but her tears still fall and Sam kisses her again.  He will embrace and kiss his beloved wife as much as she needs.  The Sam Wakeforest of even two months ago—before he and Olivia connected and started dating—would not have been this tender.  But his love for her and her love for him has changed Sam in profound ways that he realizes now have transformed him into a loving and loved husband—for which, he is very grateful.

Olivia’s brother Roger walks to her right non-injured side and takes her right hand in his.

Roger: “Olivia, we will wait to arrange Nellie’s funeral until you’re feeling better in a week or two.  Nellie had no family that we know of besides us.  And we will have the memorial service at our home so you can attend while you are convalescing.”

Olivia: “Thank you, Roger.”

This has been a most stressful day for Olivia with the dangerous infection and now her learning of her dear Nellie’s passing.  But Olivia vows that she will move forward in her recovery and become well and walking again.  Life has given Olivia Delaney Wakeforest more than her fair share of heartache and disappointments.  But Olivia focuses on having the best of life, now that Sam and she are husband and wife.  She just has to heal first.  And Sam will be there by his wife Olivia’s side, every step of that healing process.

To be continued with Chapter 21


References for Ch. 20 by Gratiana Lovelace, February 01, 2016 (Post #868)

1)  The “Love in the Great Pine Woods” story cover is a composite of two images manipped by Grati:
a) the Richard Armitage portrait is from the 2011 Project Magazine photo shoot and article interview, that was found at http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/Richard/Promos/ProjectMagJuly2011/album/slides/ProjectMag-05.html;
b) the snowy Pine forest vertical image was found on Pinterest at https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/62/fa/ff/62faff1253d55f571eb3659cc7661e73.jpg

2) Sam Wakeforest is Richard Armitage Closeup in 2014 The Crucible Rehearsals  was found at http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/Theatre/Crucible/album/slides/Rehearsals-9.html

3)  Information about post surgical site infections (SSI) may be found at http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0010047/

4)  For information about antibiotics, please visit https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antibiotics

5) For information about general anesthesia, please visit https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anesthesia

6) Olivia Delaney Wakeforest smiling  is Emily Deschanel found at http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/2400000/Emily-Deschanel-emily-deschanel-2478681-497-600.jpg

7) Tessa Delaney image is Marcia Gay Harden at a 2008 Badgley-Mischka fashion show found at http://www1.pictures.gi.stylebistro.com/Marcia+Gay+Harden+Boots+Mid+Calf+Boots+04Zh6GnJ1wZl.jpg

8) Roger Delany is Kevin Spacey in Call of Duty found at http://cdn2-www.playstationlifestyle.net/assets/uploads/2014/07/callofdutyadvancedwarfarescreenshotjuly294.jpg

9)  Eighteen month old year old baby Bobby image is represented by an oil painting labeled, Per Google search: Vintage Dennis Frost Oil Painting Portrait Blue Eye Boy Illustrate in Book DAVID” was found at http://thumbs2.ebaystatic.com/d/l225/m/m9qlbLbMEEkpzbNhyVFNcTw.jpg

10) “Children are life renewing itself.” was said by the character Melanie Wilks in the 1939 film Gone with the Windhttp://www.metacafe.com/watch/an-BwpfbJmmmbhn7u/gone_with_the_wind_1939_melanie_advise_rhett/

11) Alice Trent  smiling is Anna Sophia Robb and was found at http://images1.westword.com/imager/annasophia-robb/u/original/6557239/annasophia.robb.photograph.jpg


Previous Blog Ch. 19 Story link:

“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 19 (PG-13, D): My Beloved Wife Olivia, January 23, 2016 by Gratiana Lovelace (Post #864)

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Film Day Sunday: Richard Armitage’s Yet to be Released Film Pilgrimage Reviewed by Irish Scannain Critics, January 31, 2016 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #867)

Thanks to RANet (www.RichardArmitageNet.com) for sharing RAPortrait--2015--RichardArmitage-atComicCon-smiling-ingray-jacket_Jan0116viaTerri
the exquisitely talented British actor Richard Armitage’s (right
at Comic Con in 2015, via Terri) Twitter link for an
Irish review by Scannain about his upcoming Irish produced film “Pilgrimage”  :


Pilgrimage was filmed in Ireland and Belgium beginning in April of 2015.  So with these beautiful locations, Pilgrimage’s vistas are sure to be lush and painterly—based on the images released so far.  Above in the tweet is a Pilgrimage production still shared in the Scannain article that showcases the breathtaking scenery.

In the film Pilgrimage , Richard Armitage (below at right front; via Scannain) portrays the character Raymond De Merville–a nobleman in 1209 who is not necessarily noble.  Referred to in the Scannain review above as “misanthropic”, De Merville is the antagonist who wishes to thwart the monks reaching Rome with their holy relic.  The Scannain review refers to Richard Armitage’s character Raymond De Merville as a “misanthropic knight”.


With a misanthrope being someone who has contempt/hatred for other people, perhapsRichardArmitage-TwitterProfile_Jan3016RCA the casting directors saw Richard Armitage’s Twitter self-description (right) of being a “Moody Actor, Anti-Socialite” and thought, that’s our man! Ha!

But seriously,  Richard Armitage has portrayed several hard driving (and moody) action adventure roles—most recently with his 2015 Saturn Awards winning portrayal of Thorin Oakenshield in The Hobbit:  The Battle of the Five Armies (2014).

And, of course, actors always seem to think that baddies are more interesting to portray.  So I can see the appeal for Richard Armitage in tackling Raymond De Merville in the film Pilgrimage. And with Richard Armitage’s characteristic immersion in his character portrayals, I’m looking forward to seeing how he shades and nuances his portrayal of the character.  Will there be some angst to explain—if not to excuse– De Merville’s actions? One wonders at the possibilities.

And for Richard Armitage’s fans such as myself, we get to see him in Pilgrimage  wearing armour and leather, wielding a sword, riding a horse, and hulking around in a cape/coat again.  Who needs Marvel Comics super heroes when we can look to historically accurate non spandex wearing knights in armour?  Even if they aren’t particularly shining with virtues!  Give me almost real men any day.  Ha!

For what purpose, Richard Armitage’s character Sir Raymond de Merville acts against the monks transporting their holy relic has not been made plain. And the significance of the relic has also been shrouded—pun intended—in secrecy.   So we’ll have to see the film to find out.  And here’s hoping that the possible 2016 release date for Pilgrimage will be sooner rather than later.

The Pilgrimage filmmakers are teasing us—and quite successfully on my part.  And fan made Richard Armitage artwork related to the film Pilgrimage is already being shared as fans eagerly await the release of the film.  Thanks to Fernanda Matais for Tweet sharing FMPM’s beautiful fan made wallpaper collage!


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THUD Thursday: Richard Armitage is My RelAxation Technique! January 28, 2016 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #866)

I know that I have titled this essay implying that the exquisitely talented British actor Richard Armitage is RelAxing, but that is only one of his hunk-ilicious spheres that I wish to explore today.  We’ll leave his “god’s gift to women” and “sexy doesn’t cover the half of him” for another time.  *wink*  But after a long day at my office on Wednesday—wrestling with rescissions, renovations, replacements, and reviews—RelAxation is what I needed.


So here are a few Richard Armitage portraits that various friends have shared lately—which means since I switched over to my new computer and started saving images on it or transferring files to it two weeks ago—that I find RelAxing.  And where possible, I will try to contextualize the portrait—though I am going from memory.


1)        A 2012 THAUJ Wellington Premiere interview portrait, shared by Simonne (Thanks!)—with Richard Armitage’s friendly smile and comfortable pose, he looks quite relaxed, himself.  The edit credit says MajesticThorinnn.  And I gaussian blurred the image .5 to remove some of the pixelization that probably occurred due to my resizing the image.


2)        A Soulful Eyes portrait of Richard Armitage as tweet shared by Laura Day. The portrait looks to be from a sitting photographed by David Venni in 2009.  Here is a blog post  by kelbel75 at her Nowhere in Particular blog with similar portrait images .  I could lose myself in RA’s peepers, and his artfully shaved stubble that draws attention to his strong jawline so well—in BW or full color.  Sighhh!  The BW edit credit looks like it is labeled as Alana. And I brightened the BW image a bit (left). Then I couldn’t leave well enough alone and I edited the image (right) to add a sepia like skin tone and grey blue eyes.  Purrrr!  Sleepy smoulder thy name is Richard Armitage!  And his small smile softens the smoulder to tampen down the desire quotient.  Then again, maybe not.  Sighhh!  As I replied to Laura, I love all of  Richard Armitage’s looks—be they gaze, glare, stare, and smirk, etc.

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3)        And finally, coming a bit more forward in time to 2013 below is what I believe is a Richard Armitage portrait by Leslie Hassler—as shared by Marcia BB.  Again, RA gazes through the camera lens—but not confrontationally so, more inquisitively.  Perhaps he wonders who is on the other side gazing at the image.  But he looks calm.  And I love the layered look with both a knitted vest and outer sweater over a plaid shirt.  But the crowning glory of this portrait must be his hair.  Oh would that he might let it grow this long again.  Sighhh!  I miss running my fingers through my hubby’s natural curls, too. He has to keep it short for work.



And why is all of my attention on RelAxation today?  Well I alluded to it at the start of this essay—in terms of replacement … of my knees now becoming a more pressing reality for me after a visit with my orthopedic surgeon on Tuesday.  It seems that the arthritis has worn down my knee cartilage  in such a way as to start to bend my lower legs outward—the opposite of bowed legs.  It’s not visibly noticeable to anyone but the surgeon—until he pointed it out to me, and now I can see what he is talking about.  Not that I need to worry about walking in a straight line—I’m always sober.  Ha!—but stairs are a big issue for me, even climbing the two steps into the house from the garage are not as graceful as I would like.   Happily, we have a single story ranch home.  But I have had more falls than I would like in the past year due to my knees buckling or almost dislocating.   Now, I know why!  Sheesh!

And the operations for each knee will likely occur during two different Summers—to give me time to heal and recuperate between the surgeries, after the 6 to 8 weeks of initial surgical healing and physical therapy.  I just haven’t decided if we will get started this Summer.  I don’t know if I am quite ready to go all bionic woman yet.  Ha!  But new knees will give me a better quality of life—in terms of walking from point A to point B, not falling, and/or navigating stairs more easily (or at all).  And new knees might allow me to literally kick up my exercise/physical therapy regimen as I work toward a healthier me.   Zumba, here I come!  Ha!   So I’m trying to resign myself to possibly having the first knee replacement operation on my left knee this Summer.  But I haven’t checked into the health insurance aspect of it yet.  So we’ll see.

So if anyone out there has had their knee (s) replaced, please feel free to share your experiences with me.  And if you have a RelAxation technique, please share that/him with me, too!  *wink*

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Richard Armitage Most Wanted: Charmed & Dangerous, January 25, 2016 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #865)

I’m playing around with graphics on my new computer—still navigating and loading old and new software.  So we had an old Photoshop Elements 3.0 cd—when Elements is now up to version 14. Ha!—that is new to me, and I wasn’t sure if it would work with Windows 10 OS.  But it seems to.   Whew!  Though I notice some color matching differences between what a picture looks like in my Photoshop and what it looks like online.  So I might be tweaking my blog header which now seems to have a greenish cast to it.  Ha!


And I got my printer driver hooked up today.  Yay!  So though I don’t have my data files transferred over yet—baby steps—here is my first Richard Armitage graphic that I made with my new computer:


Richard Armitage Most Wanted:  Charmed & Dangerous



I made this wallpaper using a background graphic image from HP Creations and an EsquireUK December 2013 photo shoot portrait of the exquisitely talented British actor Richard Armitage –*purrrr*–courtesy of the wonderful Richard Armitage news and photo resources at RANet ( www.RichardArmitageNet.com )!


Then I imported the completed wallpaper image from HP Creations via screen shot pasted into MS Word.  And then finally, I copied the graphic to Photoshop from there.  Yeah, I know, it is not as direct a method as I would like.  But HP Creations now let’s you only “create” graphics, but you can’t export them until you pay for the upgrade.  And I’m cheap. And I’m still learning out to work the software here on my new computer without adding yet another new software to the growing mix.  Ha!  But remember, I bought my “new” computer on sale at a deep discount as a  XMAS return.  So my computer didn’t come with a box, how to manuals, nor even a keyboard—which I rectified for $13.  So I’ll have to hunt for online versions of the computer and Windows 10OS manuals.  But so far, the computer and Win10 seem pretty intuitive—and I’m loving it!  And it has a 64 bit processor.  And I’ll have to try my hand at making gifs—once I review bccmee’s Gif tutorials.


So, my RA wallpaper above is simple, but hopefully cheerful and warming  for a new work week Monday after the East Coast of the U.S. had a mountainous weather storm of a blizzard to contend with.  *brrrr*  Have a gReAt week!  Cheers!


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“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 19 (PG-13, D): My Beloved Wife Olivia, January 23, 2016 by Gratiana Lovelace (Post #864)

0aaa-Love-in-the-Great-Pine-Woods_story-cover_Jan0516byGratianaLovelace_3intall-rev7(An original story copyrighted by Gratiana Lovelace; all rights reserved) [(1) story cover, left]

[From time to time, I will illustrate my story characters with: Richard Armitage as Sam Wakeforest, Marcia Gay Harden as Sam’s older sister Tessa Wakeforest Shoop Delaney, and Emily Deschanel as Tessa’s sister-in-law Olivia Delaney Wakeforest, Viola Davis as Pauletta Perkins, Cicely Tyson as Nellie Newton, Anna Sophia Robb as Alice Trent, Kevin Spacey as Roger Delaney, Sam Heughan as Todd Wakeforest, Idris Elba as Dominic Perkins and others as noted.]

Authors Content Note: “Love in the Great Pine Woods” is a mature love story with dramatic themes of love and relationships. It will mostly be at the PG and PG-13 movie levels. Specific chapters or passages may have a further rating of: L for language, D for dramatic emotions, and S for sensual themes. And I will rate the chapters accordingly. If you are unable or unwilling to attend a movie with the ratings that I provide for a chapter, then please do not read that chapter. This is my disclaimer. And as is my habit, I will summarize the previous chapter’s events at the beginning of the next chapter.

Authors Recap from the Previous Chapter:   With Olivia’s leg injury sustained in the avalanche on Saturday, January 2, 1956–and her gaping and severely bleeding wound–time is of the essence to get her off of Wakeforest Mountain and to the Wakeforest County Hospital some five miles away.


“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 19 (PG-13, D): My Beloved Wife Olivia

Rotar blades from the descending hospital helicopter whip through the air and stir up the drifted snow at the Little Summit plateau ridge on Wakeforest Mountain about fifteen minutes after Sam Wakeforest’s brothers and friends reached his cabin on the Mountain. The sound is a mixture of a chopping noise mixed with whooshing snow cutting into the serenity of nature’s pristine beauty.

Sam and his brothers and their friends Dominic and Hank heard the helicopter nearing and rode in the snow plows to the clearing. Olivia Delaney Wakeforest is being air lifted to the hospital for much needed transfusions and tending of her injured leg and its attendant severe blood loss which is very worrisome for Sam. He is afraid that she will die–and it will be all his fault, for bringing her here to his mountain for their honeymoon.

The fifteen minute wait for the helicopter to show up had seemed interminable–and Sam could hardly bear it. But if his Olivia could bear it, then he would bear it also. Though, she is still in a faint and unconscious in his arms. And now Sam carries his still unconscious wife to the helicopter as the medical nurse jumps out to tend to his patient.

Nurse Ron: “Mr. Wakeforest, Sir, we’ll take her from here for you.” Nurse Ron says respectfully. The Wakeforest family are not only early settlers to these parts, and founded their town, but they are well respected for their philanthropy–which extends to the Wakeforest County Hospital. So when the call had come in to the Wakeforest County Hospital that one of the Wakeforest’s was hurt up on the mountain, the medical staff were put on alert and were ready to lend their aid. Even a surgeon specialist visiting the area for the holidays was called in to help out.Sam-isRichardArmitage-inProjectMagazine-BlkJkt664917000Oct0111RARU-pix-sized-brt-crop

Sam: “No! Olivia is my wife!” Sam objects forcefully–he is suspicious of a male nurse, as Sam’s scowl does not conceal [(2) right]. “I will not leave her side.”

Nurse Ron: “Then we must at least get her laid onto the stretcher and strapped in. Then I can start an IV before we lift off.” Nurse Ron motions to Sam and he brings Olivia over and gently lays her down on the stretcher.

Sam: “Why does she need an IV? It’s more blood that she needs to replace what she lost.” Sam argues testily.

Nurse Ron: “Not only has she lost blood, but she has lost blood volume–the fluid that the blood moves in.” He explains. “And the IV solution will help replenish that fluid until we can transfuse her.” Then getting bossy, Nurse Ron, appraises the tall Sam Wakeforest with a critical eye. “And if you want your wife to live, I suggest you stop talking and delaying our way back to the hospital. You can sit up front with the pilot. I’ll be in back with your wife.” Nurse Ron’s focus is always on patient care and survival.

Sam nods in acquiescence. Then quietly, tenderly, Sam gazes at his beloved wife as Nurse Ron finds a vein in the still unconscious Olivia’s arm and proceeds to star an IV.

Sam: “Olivia. My wife’s name is Olivia.” Sam nods woodenly in compliance. Then he looks over at this brothers Kevin and William, and also at friends Hank and Dominic and waves at them half heartedly as he jumps into the helicopter.

Sam had flown in a few helicopters when he was in WWII, but he didn’t much care for it, then or now. Planes were his expertise as a pilot. Once they were airborne, Sam forces himself to look down as they pull away from the mountain and their snow plow rescue party begins their descent via the mountain road. And William will collect the body of the deceased vacationer from the cliff fall, Aiden Carter, to take into town to the hospital morgue and then inform his family. Whilst Kevin picks up Tessa at their Tree Farm at the base of the mountain and heads to the Wakeforest County Hospital with Dominic Perkins. If Olivia needs blood, they will have to see who among them can help in that regard.

Though it seems like an age, the helicopter ride take only fifteen minutes–landing on the fifth story roof of the turn of the century’s Wakeforest County Hospital’s modern annex wing–a wing that the Wakeforest family’s donations made possible five years ago. And Sam cannot focus on anything but Olivia right now.

However, breaking into Sam’s reverie as the rotor blades stop spinning and come to a rest, Nurse Ron issues a respectful command to Sam.

Nurse Ron: “Mr. Wakeforest, Please help me get your wife’s stretcher out of the chopper.”

Sam complies, then follows closely behind as Olivia is wheeled into the building and down a freight elevator to the surgical wing in the new annex. Her leg injury is in an odd place–to the side and a bit to the back of her lower leftt leg. The surgical floor nursing staff check Olivia’s leg wound and the bleeding has stopped, but she will still need one or more pints of blood transfusions. And Olivia is still unconscious.

And then a brash young doctor surgeon strides into the examination room to attend to his patient, Olivia Delaney Wakeforest. And this doctor is the last man that Sam Wakeforest envisioned running into.

Dr. Matt Carter: “Mr. Wakeforest. We meet again.” The doctor states sardonically.

Sam: “You’re not Dr. Hills.” Sam scowls. The last thing Sam wants is someone with a grudge against him tending to his wife Olivia. And this doctor is the old growth trees cutter Idiot # 1 standing before him in a long white doctor’s coat. The fact that Idiot # 1 was the more remorseful of the two idiots does not comfort Sam. And unfortunately, Idiot # 2 lies crushed to death under his snow vehicle at the base of the cliff of Little Summit Ridge on Wakeforest Mountain. But that sad fact escapes Sam’s memory at the moment.

Dr. Matt Carter: “No. Dr. Hills is not an orthopedic nor a vascular surgeon. But I am.” Then shooing Sam Wakeforest away to the side, the doctor examines his patient Olivia Wakeforest, slipping on surgical gloves as a precaution against infection, then he carefully examines Olivia’s leg wound. Your wife’s leg wound is deep–with some muscle and possible tendon damage in addition to the blood vessels severed. But I think I can repair the damage so that she will be able to walk fairly normally.”

Sam: “But what about my wife’s blood loss? Will she live? Take my blood. When we were preparing to be married, we found out that we have the same blood type.” Sam squeezes Olivia’s hand, him still feeling worried about her condition.

Dr. Matt Carter: “We will have the lab type both of your blood again to be sure.” The in house hospital lab was another modern innovation for the Wakeforest County Hospital–in addition to the two state of the art surgical suites–that the Wakeforest Family donations paid for in the new hospital annex. “And if you have any family who are at the hospital, we can also check their suitability for donating blood to her.” With the Town of Wakeforest being rather isolated, they do not have a large stockpile of blood to draw upon. So blood donors must come forward as needed.

As Olivia is quickly prepped for surgery, Sam gives the necessary consent as her husband and her next of kin. Then Sam donates his blood. And when Tessa, Kevin and Dominic arrive at Wakeforest County Hospital, Sam is relieved to have them with him. Sam is also told that Roger and Alice and baby Bobby are also at the hospital–visiting their former housekeeper Nellie Newton who had collapsed at Delaney Manor earlier today. However, Kevin Wakeforest is unaware of who Olivia’s doctor/surgeon is, so he does not convey the sad news of Dr. Carter’s brother’s death on Wakeforest Mountain this morning.

With being Olivia’s older brother, it does turn out that Roger Delaney is able to give his sister Olivia his blood [(3)]. But coupled with Olivia’s husband Sam’s blood donation, that is only two pints of blood. And with Olivia going into surgery, Dr. Carter would like her to have at least one more pint transfused. Olivia lost a lot of blood, but Dr. Carter thinks that she will recover–but nothing is guaranteed. So until Sam sees his wife out of surgery and she opens her eyes and talks to him, he is holding his breath.

As it turns out, Dominic Perkins also carries Olivia’s blood type.   And Dominic gladly offers to donate his blood as well. However, this generous gift does not go smoothly since the Wakeforest County Hospital’s resident phlebotomist was born in a Southern state and holds prejudicial views about Negroes like Mr. Dominic Perkins–even though Mr. Perkins is a decorated WWII veteran, and Vice President of the Wakeforest Community Bank that Bank President Roger Delaney owns.   So there are some angry words exchanged between Sam Wakeforest and the hospital’s phlebotomist.

Unfortunately, Dominic learns of the phlebotomist’s prejudice as he is donating blood–the other man’s disdain is unmistakable. When Dominic Perkins thinks that he has finally achieved a level of recognition and of respect as a Negro man, it seems that there is always someone who attempts to belittle or to marginalize him–even in 1956, two years after the landmark Brown vs Board of Education Supreme Court Decision [(4)] that struck down the separate but equal education laws as being unconstitutional in denying Negro American citizens their rights, their society is not yet inclusive for all.

Sam is incredulous about the hospital staffer’s bigoted viewpoint and he vehemently voices his displeasure. Sam’s wife Olivia needs blood and his friend Dominic is willing to provide it. End of story for Sam. So Sam begrudgingly signs what he feels is an unnecessary waiver of blood source liability insisted upon by the hospital phlebotomist.  And Sam will have choice words for the hospital administrator at a future date–after they get through Olivia’s health crisis.


Olivia Delaney Wakeforest’s surgery by Dr. Matt Carter to repair her injured leg takes about an hour and a half. During that time, her husband Sam paces back and forth with worry in the surgical waiting room. Even when Sam is allowed back to see the still unconscious Olivia in the Recovery Room, Sam’s worry does not abate as he sits by her side, holding her hand, and softly talking to her. Olivia’s lower left leg is bandaged and propped up by a pillow underneath it. She still has an IV drip of saline solution and periodic pain meds.

Sam: “Olivia, My Love, You’re surgery went well to repair your leg injury. Though, the doctor said that you’ll need to be off of your leg for six to eight or weeks.” Sam gazes at his wife earnestly and lovingly. She looks less pale. But still, she does not wake up. “Olivia My Love, Please wake up.” He pleads heartbreakingly.

Recovery Nurse: The middle aged Recovery Room nurse smiles kindly at Sam Wakeforest. “It’s the anesthesia that she had that is keeping her asleep, Mr. Wakeforest. She might be asleep for another fifteen minutes or so.” Then she checks on Olivia’s vital signs once more before going to tend to another patient.

Fingering Olivia’s wedding and engagement rings that are temporarily on his pinkie finger–since her hands might have swollen and necessitated the rings being cut off–Sam negotiates with his sleeping wife.

Sam: “I have your rings to return to you when you wake up. I never realized how small your fingers and hands were.” Sam takes his hand and places it against her hand, as if to measure it. Then he brings her hand to his lips and kisses it. “Olivia, I love you, My Darling. Please wake up.” He pleads.

Olivia: “Hmmm.” Olivia moans groggily as she begins to wake up.

Sam startles and motions to the Recovery nurse to come back.

Sam: “My wife seemed to stir a bit just now.” Sam intones seriously.

Recovery Nurse: Leaning forward toward Olivia, she asks as she gently jostles Olivia’s shoulder. “Mrs. Wakeforest? You’re in recovery after leg surgery to repair your injury. Please don’t try to move your leg, nor try to touch it.” She sees Olivia’s eyes begin to open. “Would you like some ice chips to moisten your lips and throat, Mrs. Wakeforest?”

Olivia: “Hmmm. Please.” Olivia licks her lips. She fully opens her eyes and then immediately shuts them from the glare of the overhead light. “Too bright.”

Sam: “We’ll turn it off, My Love.” He nods and the nurse turns off the overhead light for Olivia’s small cubicle surrounded by a fabric curtain for privacy in the open floor plan Recovery Room. Sam stands and leans over Olivia  and he kisses her gently upon her lips. It is a lingering kiss of aching tenderness. Olivia’s kisses respond  a little to him, but even that small token of her affection gladdens his heart. “Would that I could join you in your bed and cuddle you close, Olivia My Love. But I fear that your injured leg might get jostled and give you more pain.”

Olivia:   “Affectionate, aren’t you?” Olivia smiles faintly, with her eye lids drooping Olivia-isEmily-Deschanel-crop-sized_Jan2316fanpopcomtiredly–but which has the effect to Sam of her looking seductive, despite the IV sticking in her left arm and a bandage on her left leg [(5) right]. For the mostly taciturn Sam Wakeforest to become her ardently loving and caringly attentive husband is a stretch even greater than Olivia’s transformation from shy wall flower to confident natural beauty with his love. Yet it is a welcome transformation for each of them.

Sam: Grinning broadly, Sam whispers huskily. “Always where you are concerned, Olivia My Love.” Then Sam slips Olivia’s wedding and engagement rings back onto her left finger. “There, that’s where they belong.” And Sam kisses Olivia again.


In another thirty minutes, Olivia Delaney Wakeforest is transferred to a private room in the post surgical floor in the new annex at Wakeforest County Hospital. It is austere with no luxury amenities–but it is quite comfortable with a full bathroom, a couch and chair for visitors, and Olivia not having to share the room with another patient–such that her family may stay with her during the day and overnight and not disturb another patient. She is in quite a bit of pain from the surgery now that the anesthesia’s numbing effects have worn off.

And owing to Olivia’s post-surgical condition, only her brother Roger and his wife Tessa are allowed to see her in addition to her husband Sam. But that was only briefly to see that she was settled since the hospital wants Olivia to rest. So Kevin and William sent their regards–and some supplies that Kevin had brought with them such as Olivia’s purse from the cabin and a change of clothes and underwear for each of them stuffed into Sam’s duffel that Kevin had found quickly. Being a husband, himself, Kevin understands that wives need their purses and such.

And Olivia’s surgeon stops by to check on her two hours later–after Olivia has had a light lunch of chicken soup and saltine crackers. Sam wasn’t going to eat anything, but Tessa reminded him before she and her family left for home that Sam needs to keep up his strength to be of aid to his wife Olivia.

But this time Sam sees the doctor, the surgeon’s face is somber and he has a muted demeanor. And Sam realizes that Dr. Carter must have been told about his brother’s accident and death on the mountain. And Sam as the eldest of three brothers–with a sister as well–feels very sympathetic toward the man. The loss of one of Sam’s own siblings–let alone his beloved wife Olivia–is incomprehensible to him.

Dr. Matt Carter: Picking up the clip board containing Olivia Wakeforest’s vital signs recorded on it at the end of her bed, he says professionally. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Wakeforest. I am Dr. Matt Carter. I performed your surgery earlier today.”

Olivia: “Oh, hello Dr. Carter.” Olivia smiles weakly, but she is in a lot of pain. “Thank you.”

Sam: “Thank you again, Dr. Carter.” Sam nods respectfully.

Dr. Matt Carter: “You’re welcome. I had to suture together some muscle, a vein, and a tendon. So you have had quite an extensive surgery, Mrs. Wakeforest. And your recovery will take about six to eight weeks. I will be returning home before then. And your regular hospital surgeon will do your followup surgical visits and your stitches removal in ten days.” Olivia has a row of ten small stitches on her four inch wound.

Olivia: Sensing the doctor’s unease, she asks. “ Am I alright? Will I be able to walk again?” She grimaces in pain.

Dr. Matt Carter: “Yes, you are doing fine. We’ll keep you in the hospital for a few days and then release you to your husband and family for the remainder of your convalescent care. You’ll be on bed rest for the first few weeks. Then in about a month, I suggest that you begin physical therapy while trying to get around on crutches in a limited way.”

Sam: “We will see to my wife’s needs.” Sam straightens up.

Dr. Matt Carter: “Of course.” The doctor also straightens up. “Mrs. Wakeforest, I will ask the nurse to give you some more medicine to help ease your pain now that the anesthesia effects have worn off. The best of luck to you.” Olivia nods gratefully. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a personal family matter to attend to.”

Olivia: “Of course, Dr. Carter.” She says to his retreating form. Then she asks worriSam-isRichardArmitagesmiling--likely-a2014-TheCrucible-stage-door-appearance_May2515chiara-tweet-crop-sized-clredly of her husband Sam. “Am I really going to be alright, Sam?”

Sam: “Yes, Olivia My Love.” Sam sighs relievedly with a lazy smile [(6) right] . “I was so worried.” Sam takes her hand in his and brings it to his lips for a lingering kiss.

Olivia: “But why was the doctor so serious?”

Sam: Treading delicately, Sam explains. “Olivia, Though we survived the avalanche on the mountain, Dr. Carter’s brother did not. His brother was the man on the snow vehicle.”

Olivia: “Oh! How awful for him!” Olivia tears up and begins to cry. She is crying for herself as much as for the dead man and his family. Olivia has experienced both joy and sorrow on the mountain–the latter holding her emotions in sway at the moment. “I … I don’t want to go back there.”

Sam: “There?” Sam asks quizzically.

Olivia: “To the cabin on The Mountain. It scares me.” Olivia recoils a bit–not from Sam, per se, but from his mountain.

Realizing that Olivia is upset due to her injury and the man’s death, Sam nods patiently.

Sam: “Of course, Olivia. Right now, you’re naturally upset. But in time …”

Olivia: “No! I don’t want to go there ever again! Please don’t make me, Sam!” Olivia is becoming quite agitated and her breathing quickens, but is very shallow. She is having a panic attack and tears fall down her cheeks in streaks.

Sam instantly goes into comforting mode as he stands up and leans over Olivia’s hospital bed and gently embraces her again.

Sam: “Shhh! Shhh! Don’t worry about it.  You don’t have to go there. Just get well, Olivia My Love. And we’ll all be here to help you along the way–especially me.” Sam continues to tenderly and chastely kiss and embrace his wife until she calms down and relaxes.

Olivia is so very fragile right now. And Sam wishes that he could be more of a comfort to her. And he realizes that he will have to be very patient and understanding with her as she convalesces. Though when they wed a few days ago, Sam and Olivia didn’t realize that their vows to love each other in sickness and in health would have such an immediate test of their fidelity. But Sam loves his wife Olivia more with every pulse beat of his heart. And her needing him in a care giving way due to her injury is something that he will gladly and lovingly attend to. His husbandly role as her lover will have to be set aside for now–until she is well again.

And Olivia will need even more nurturing and understanding in the coming days and weeks, because while Olivia had been in surgery today, her beloved grandmotherly figure Old Nellie passed away while being tended to at the hospital on another floor. Roger and Tessa Delaney had been at Nellie Newton’s side as she passed–them having been called away from their vigil for Olivia’s surgery with Sam. And Sam doesn’t know how to break the sorrowful news of Nellie’s death to Olivia–nor how she will cope with it, given her own serious health issues. But Sam vows to do everything in his power to be of comfort to his beloved wife, Olivia.

To be continued with Chapter 20


References for Ch. 19 by Gratiana Lovelace, January 23, 2016 (Post #864)

1) The “Love in the Great Pine Woods” story cover is a composite of two images manipped by Grati:
a) the Richard Armitage portrait is from the 2011 Project Magazine photo shoot and article interview, that was found at http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/Richard/Promos/ProjectMagJuly2011/album/slides/ProjectMag-05.html;
b) the snowy Pine forest vertical image was found on Pinterest at https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/62/fa/ff/62faff1253d55f571eb3659cc7661e73.jpg

2) Sam Wakeforest image is Richard Armitage in 2011 Project Magazine-BlkJkt664917000Oct0111RARU-pix-sized-brt

3) For information about blood and blood typing, please visit https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_type

4) For information about the landmark 1954 Supreme Court Case Brown vs Board of Education, please visit https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown_v._Board_of_Education

5) Olivia Delaney Wakeforest smiling wanly is Emily Deschanel found at http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/16400000/Emily-Deschanel-bones-16441324-500-404.jpg

6) Sam Wakeforest is Richard Armitage smiling, is likely a 2014 The Crucible Stage Door appearance via a May2515chiara tweet


Previous Blog Ch. 18 Story link:

“Love in the Great Pine Woods”, Ch. 18 (PG-13, D): Mountain Rescue or Recovery?, January 20, 2016 by Gratiana Lovelace (Post #862)


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Butterfly Wings: Being Present in My Life, January 22, 2016 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #863)

Sometimes a confluence of events causes me to reflect upon my life. What follows are a few of my reflections.


I attended a university retirement reception Thursday. The room was bursting at the seams with the gentleman’s friends and colleagues—including myself. He has been much lauded throughout his long career—and deservedly so. And he still has much of his life left to live, but he wants to do it on his own terms. He wants to pursue his artwork, travel the world, and spend more of his time with his family. I will remember his warm smiles and his can do attitude. I also have several decades of service and contributions made in my department. Yet, I still feel young and can’t envision retiring yet—even if I could afford to in the future. I enjoy my work with and for our students and my colleagues.


Recently, I was invited to Chair the committee for a community organization’s education award scholarship. I have served on that committee since winning one of those award scholarships several years ago when I was studying for my doctorate. I’m ABD, but finishing seems out of reach for me with other demands upon my time—some of those demands are of my own creation, and imagination with my fiction writings, rather than doing academic writings. You see, my dream changed to being a storyteller. Yet, I can help others with their own education or recareering goals via this committee. So I accepted the task of being the committee Chair. I have chaired various committees over the years, so it is not a daunting task for me. And hopefully, I can aid in making the award application review process less painful for the committee—so we can focus on the joy of helping six to ten women with their pursuing their dreams.


Both of the previous examples were career or community service related. And like the retiree, I also aspire to goals beyond my career/job and community spheres. I write stories, doodle graphics, blog, and chat with new found friends around the world. And that talented and handsome British fella Richard Armitage–below as Sir Guy of Gisborne on this Guy Day Friday in a masterful painting by Yennefer Ice (thanks for link from Teresa A!) that captures the actor’s portrayal of his character’s anguished soul–is certainly a big part of that.   And all of this is personally satisfying to me.



But where I live in my heart—day to day—involves three flesh and blood, corporeal beings. Two of them are furry—our doggies. With our little girl doggie helping me with my exercises by laying her head on my stomach for added resistance. Ha! She just wants to be with me. And if my focus is not entirely on her, it can at least be partially on her. Our older male doggie is more taciturn—wanting love and attention in small doses. Once he reaches his fill, he steps away and returns to his cushion. He used to be my couch companion when we first adopted him. But now at 55 pounds, our male doggie has ceded that right to our smaller 23 pound girl doggie—albeit grudgingly.


However, of course, my true heart lives with and for my husband. After almost 28 years as a couple—26 of them married—we have perfected the art of the everyday of our lives. Well, maybe not perfect, but it works. That is, until something doesn’t work—like our master bathroom light fixtures and my counter side’s electrical outlet (update, at least my electrical outlet is also now working). They just went pffft Thursday. Since my husband’s bathroom counter side electrical outlet on a different bathroom wall still works, it must be that the lights are on a different circuit. But no amount of circuit breaker flipping seems to get the light fixtures working. So, we will have to call an electrician—in a couple of weeks after we get our tax refund. Until then, we’ll adapt to using natural light—and wishing that we hadn’t taken out the bathroom skylight in our home’s design plans, because I didn’t want Google Earth to get an eyeful. Ha!


And it may sound crazy, but even with electrical issue annoyances, we are blessed. We love each other and we are best friends. He is tall and can change ceiling light bulbs without a ladder. I am short and demanding. Ha! We mostly agree on issues, or we eventually convince the other that he was wrong and I was right. *wink*


With regard to world issues, neither my hubby nor I are too concerned that the Anglican Communion threw their toys out the cot, and decided that our American Episcopal Church as a body politic couldn’t play in their sandbox for three years—because they label our church’s inclusivity on the issue of universal marriage access for committed and loving couples as being not “uniform” and not “conforming” to their practices. To that I say, we have our own sandbox—formed over 240 years ago. So there. *raspberry*


Yet as my age advances, I have a greater sense of my own mortality. Will I live 38 more years to 94 as a recently deceased family friend did? My grandmother lived to a little beyond that when she died 34 years ago today.  And with people my own age or a dozen years beyond that age dying, I want to savor every moment of my life—being present as my life unfolds with the good and the annoying, with less of the latter please. I have few regrets, and those that remain are consigned to a bin labeled Not in My Power.


So, I focus on what is within my purview, and pursue it with gusto—such as recycling my hubby’s alarming stockpile of plastic containers that were formerly product packaging. And I am trying to be less accepting of my arthritis’ mobility limitations by going to physical therapy to try to limber me up and increase my endurance and strength. And I continue to embrace change as being inherently good—even if it turns out that it isn’t—because I am tired of the same old thing. To try something new and not having it turn out as we expect nor as we hope, is not failure. “The failure is in the not trying.” Someone else said that. But I’m too tired to do the meticulous referencing on that to do it justice. And I’m typing this and building this post on my new computer—which I’m still getting a feel for. So please feel free to let me know about the quote.


So I will close with the Twitter post by Laura D. (Thanks!) that sparked my musings here–vis a vis the Keats poem:


Our lives are like a butterfly, living gloriously for but a short time in our universe. So let your butterfly wings fly and soar—as I will do with mine.


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