Part 3

Jon had been gone a month. Dorothea loved her independence and hated his not being in her bed.  She missed his voice as he told her all about his hopes and dreams.  Even his frustrations.

Dot looked out the kitchen window to view the cold, gray, foggy morning. It was so foggy, in fact, she could not see the river. She brought the mug of tea to her lips and took a sip of the hot liquid.  Looking down into the mug she whispered, "Damn. How does he make it taste so good?!"

Suffering through the rest of her tea, she let her mind wander back to that first house.

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Dorothea returned back to the apartment they were renting, dropping her gym bag by the door. She closed the door and stood there staring at the keys laying on the floor up against the wall were she had thrown them earlier. "Dammit Jon," she thought, as she picked up the keys. She then retrieved the piece of paper with the address on it. 

28911 Crags Dr, Malibou Lake. 

Where the hell was that? She sighed. She might as well go out there. There it is, she thought, as she found the receiver and dialed a local car service.

"Hello?"  A voice said, "Diamond Cars."

"Hello. This is Dorothea Bongiovi. I would like a driver and car to pick me up in an hour. I am going to an address I have not been to before and I could really use someone's expertise on getting there."

"Certainly Mrs Bongiovi. We will have someone there in an hour."

"Thank you."  Dot hung up and proceeded to shower and dress.  "Dang it Jon," she thought again. This address didn't sound like anything she had heard of.  She had watched a lot of movies and it still didn't SOUND like anything familiar. Oh well.

She had just finished putting on her shoes when there was a knock at the door.

"Hi.  Diamond Cars,"  the young man said.

"Hello. Let me get my purse," Dot said.

On the way out to the car the young man asked politely, "How are you today?"

"Good,"  said Dot.

"Do you have the address?" he asked.

"I do.  Here it is."

The young man looked at it.  Handing the slip of paper back to her he said, "OK. I know where that is."

"Great," she said, as she got into the car.

They had been on the freeway for awhile now.  "You said you knew where this was.  It seems like we are nowhere near the water."

Turning off the 405 onto Kanan Rd, the young man replied, "I do. Don't tell my employer but I used to party in the area. In fact, we are almost there."

"Oh," she said forlornly, as she saw nothing but land.

Another 15 minutes and they came to a dead end street.  She got out slowly and looked around. 

"Don't leave," she growled, her anger mounting.  "What is this place? There is nothing here. My husband thought he was getting a place in Malibu."  As it was, a car could barely turn around.

"It is The Last House On The Left. A big party house. If you follow that road, you'll eventually get to the M.A.S.H. site."  The young man was trying to be helpful but didn't think he was.

She looked at him and said with quiet steel, "We've been had."  As she got back into the car, not even going inside to look at the place, she snapped, "Let's go. Please take me back home."

An hour later, Dorothea was back at the apartment.  She threw one shoe then the other. She found every piece of luggage she came here with and spent the rest of the evening packing. 

The next morning she made a call to Doc McGee, the short round toad.

"Doc. Tell Jon, if he needs me I will be in New Jersey."

And with that Dot was gone.

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Basketball bouncing against the hardwood brought her out of her reverie. 

"Dammit Romeo. I told you not to bounce that ball in the house."

"Sorry mom," he said, holstering the ball in his hands, as he went up to her and gave her a good morning peck on the check.  "What's for breakfast?"

"What would you like?"

"Eggs please."

"You got it."