For seven hours on Easter day, Johnny smoked the twelve pound turkey he had dispatched [a clinical euphemism for shooting and swiftly killing a wild animal that will be consumed] upon a 1,000 acre mitigated parcel of property ten minutes from home.

A few weeks later our 22 year old daughter phoned to say that a teacher friend had found a box of abandoned kittens and our daughter, KA took one in. Two days later KA phoned that her roommate was allergic to cats, and Katherine, known as Kat moved in with Oreo and Tobee.Tobee is KA's old tom that was too spoiled to leave home and Oreo, is a long haired black and white with yellow green eyes. She is also neurotically over dependent upon me for she was abandoned at three days old and required me to bottle feed her at hourly intervals around the clock for many weeks. She follows me around the house, but if any company shows up she hides and will not show for a few hours after company moves on.

When Oreo gets upset-and it doesn't take much-she pukes. This really ticks Johnny off when I am not around to clean it up and he has to. My most vivid memory of a glimpse of what life was going to be like with Johnny, was circa 1989, before we were married.

We attended Johnny's folk's 60th anniversary, a major social event in Memphis. Frances was in the kitchen and Johnny's father Jake and I were in the parlor chatting. Dr. Jake as he was called- not for being one himself-but for siring four sons who did; a cancer specialist, a plastic surgeon ophthalmologist, a nuclear radiologist and Johnny, an Internist and now Geriatrician, known as the black sheep of the family for leaving Memphis for good in 1966, more so that, than for his two divorces and three marriages.

Dr. Jake was interrogating me about my parenting skills-or rather lack of, for he pointed out my impending failure for not explicitly telling my daughter exactly what she should be when she grows up. I laughed it off then, but now I wonder if he didn't have a point, as KA is 24, works as a waitress and wants to be the next American Idol. I have never even seen a show, but in a few weeks, I will be accompanying KA to Miami Beach for try outs. 

KA was four when I met Johnny in 1988. Most people call him Dr. Fleming, and that is all I called him too, for about three years. I had been working as a visiting nurse in the ghettos of Orlando for 10 years and was in need of a change. Scanning the want ads one day I noted a position for an office nurse with good hours and no call time. After Dr. Fleming described what the job required, I replied, "Oh, you need a buffer."

"You're hired!" He said.