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Authors: Aj Harmon

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First Class Farewell

 

 

 

 

First eBook Edition, November
2013

 

Copyright 2013 by
ABCs Legacy, LLC

 

 

All rights reserved.
This book may not be reproduced in any form, in whole or in part, without
written permission from the author.

Just when life seems to be perfect, tragedy strikes. The
Lathems lose one of their own in a senseless, violent crime and the family
struggles to deal with the loss.

Spreading the ashes and saying farewell is harder than they
could ever have imagined, but are reminded repeatedly that life goes on – there
is still living and loving to be done.

While all together in their house in the Caribbean, they are
reminded once more how fragile life can be and how they should treasure every
moment shared with the most important people on earth – their family. Join the
Lathem family as they say goodbye to a loved one and watch a romance blossom
right in front of their eyes.

 

First Class Farewell is the 9th novel in the contemporary
romance First Class series.

More Top Rated Romance Novels by novelist AJ Harmon:

First Class to New York (Book 1) Meet Matt and Janie…the
book that started it all.

First Class to Portland (Book 2)

First Class Justice (Book 3)

First Class Voyage (Book 4)

First Class Hero (Book 5)

First Class Menu (Book 6)

First Class Rescue (Book 7)

First Class Stamp (Book 8)

 

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I've read.” I love books, Amazon

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read about a 30-40 something women who is dealing with so many real issues but finds
her fairy tale.” Ashley, Amazon

Dedication

As this series comes to an end, I have so many people who
have made a huge impact in my life, especially over this past year. To my
family, first and foremost, I am so grateful for your love and support. To my
team that makes it possible for me to publish my stories, I am in your debt for
your skill and service. To my friends that have been so supportive I say Thank
you. Your encouragement is much appreciated.

To the many wonderful people who have bought my books –
thank you! Thank you for your kind reviews, your interaction with me through
Facebook and emails. You have made this past year more than I had ever dreamed
of. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

1.
Peter & Maureen

Since the day that Peter Lathem retired, he’d made golfing
his hobby of choice. In good weather he played at his favorite golf course with
three of his buddies. If the weather was not so good, he headed to the Chelsea
Piers driving range and hit balls until his bucket was empty and his back
ached. Today, being an almost perfect spring morning, Peter met his friends for
coffee at the small diner a couple of blocks from his home and then they drove
to New Jersey and the country club where they would spend several hours arguing
over handicaps and the most recent Yankees game.

Peter, a die-hard Yankees fan, could not accept anyone
speaking ill of his beloved team. His friends liked to push his buttons and
could usually get him so riled that he’d throw a club, or two, by the end of
eighteen holes. In fact, they took it as a challenge to up the number of clubs
to three. So far, however, they’d failed.

With Peter out of the house on the crisp Thursday morning,
Maureen loaded the dishwasher with the breakfast dishes, stripped her bed of
the linens in preparation for the housekeeper to remake, and put a load of
laundry in the washer. By nine o’clock she was ready to leave the house for the
grocery store to shop for the weekly Sunday dinner.

As a young mother, Maureen had been determined to have all
evening meals together as a family; sitting around the table sharing the events
of the day. As her boys aged and extra-curricular activities took them away
from the family home more and more, and eventually off to college, the
mandatory weekly Sunday dinner was born.

The Lathems were devout in their religion and Sunday was
dedicated to God and family. As children, Mass was not optional, and as adults,
most of them still attended the family parish regularly. Dinner came after Mass
and as her sons married and began having families of their own, the dinners
became more important to her. It was imperative that the cousins grew up
together; getting to know each other and playing together; becoming friends.
Not only had she replaced the dining table with a much larger one, there was
now a grandchildren’s table, a sight that filled her heart with more love than
she ever thought one woman could possess. The sight and sounds of them eating
and playing filled her with joy.

Even though each son had married their perfect partner, and
all willing to contribute to the family meal, Maureen had kept control of the
protein and the dessert and then assigned sides among the daughters-in-law.
Rory always brought the wine. Even with a celebrated chef in the family,
Maureen stuck with the tradition she had started fifty years before and shopped
and cooked each week for the family get-together. With her shopping list in
hand, and Ray waiting for her at the curb, Maureen locked the door behind her
and took the steps one at a time down to the sidewalk.

Ray was Matt’s - Maureen’s eldest son - longtime driver and
most trusted employee. Actually, he was considered part of the family. He often
celebrated holidays and birthdays with the Lathems and occasionally accompanied
Matt and his family to their vacation home in the Bahamas. Now that Matt was
practically retired, Ray took care of Peter and Maureen more and more, driving
them anytime they left the city and every Tuesday and Thursday when Maureen did
her grocery shopping. Ray took her hand and helped her into the back seat of the
black BMW and then drove to the market.

Although he would never admit it, Ray enjoyed taking Maureen
to the store. He pushed the cart as the two of them discussed anything and
everything; the ongoing war in the Middle East, the weather, Ray’s two
beautiful daughters who were now in college, the price of gas, and hundreds of
other topics. As Maureen paid for her groceries, Ray would load them into the
cart and then into the trunk of the car and, once again, help Maureen into the
car and drive her home. Once there, he made sure to see her inside and settled
before unloading the car and quite often helping her put the groceries away in
the pantry and refrigerator. Then, Maureen would make them both lunch before it
was time for Ray to pick up one of the children, Ella, Christopher, Alex, or
all of them, and return to the office or Matt’s apartment.

As Matt had scaled back in his official duties as CEO and
President of MEL Holdings, the demand on Ray’s time also decreased, but Matt
had made sure his salary had increased. Ray had protested but to no avail. He
was employed by the most generous man he’d ever known and treasured his
relationship with the Lathem family. It wasn’t just a job. He loved them all.

Maureen had made BLT sandwiches for lunch and with them eaten
and the kitchen tidied, Ray kissed her on the cheek and left for St. Luke’s
where the children were at school. It was already after two and they would be
dismissed at three o’clock. There wasn’t enough time to do anything else, so
while he waited he hoped one of his daughters would answer their cell phones
when he called.

*****

Peter had never been an exceptional golfer but that didn’t
deter his love for the game. At eighty years old, he didn’t have the swing of
his younger days, but he didn’t mind. Being out in the fresh air with his
friends was what it was all about now. Some days, he let the others keep score
because he didn’t care how many strokes he took. He was glad to still be alive
and able to walk the course, although he rarely did. That’s what the golf carts
were for, after all.

Sitting in the club and eating his salad with blackened
salmon he enjoyed the company of his dear friends. They’d all worked together
in the insurance business for many, many years. More years than Peter liked to
think about. They’d remained friends after one by one they’d retired. Herb and
Vince were now widowers and Ed’s wife had been placed in a nursing home after
falling and breaking her hip. Sadly, it didn’t look like she would ever return
home. Not only did Peter need them, but they needed him, too, and they each
looked forward to their time together. Who knew how long they would all be
around?

Loading all the golf bags in the back of the car, they drove
back to Manhattan through the Holland Tunnel and up to the diner where they’d
met earlier in the day. After unloading the clubs, they said goodbye and headed
in four different directions, Peter going home to his wife.

*****

Four stories and four bathrooms made it very difficult for
Maureen to do all the cleaning in her home. As a young mother she had prided
herself on her house always being in tip-top condition and at first, she had
balked of the idea of a housekeeper coming in twice a week to clean. It was an
embarrassment to her to admit she could no longer scrub the bathtub or clean
the floor behind the toilet. Liko had been a blessing, though. She was at Matt
and Janie’s home two days a week, Mark and Katy’s one day a week, and Maureen’s
the other two. Matt believed that once you found someone you trusted and who exceeded
all expectations, you made sure you treated them well, paid them what they were
worth and made sure they had no reason to ever leave your employ. Liko fit into
this category. She’d worked for the Lathems for years and loved the family.

As Maureen headed upstairs to her bedroom, she found Liko
adding the pillows to the re-made bed.

“Thank you, Liko,” Maureen smiled. “There are some things
that I just can’t do anymore.” She sat in the armchair under the window and
removed her shoes. “You know you’re getting old when just going to the market
should be rewarded with a nap.”

“That’s a good idea,” agreed Liko. “You do look tired.”

“I think I’ve been tired all year,” she chuckled.

Liko helped Maureen to the bed and then pulled a light
blanket from the chest at the foot of the bed and covered her.

“Peter should be home soon and he’ll want an afternoon
snack. Don’t let me sleep too long.”

“I can fix him a little something,” Liko offered. “You just
rest.”

Maureen closed her eyes and Liko tiptoed from the room,
closing the door behind her. When Peter arrived home just a short time later,
Liko made him a snack of vegetables and crackers, even though he asked for a
chocolate shake and a donut. She knew Maureen tried to keep him on a balanced
diet.

“But I had salad for lunch,” he whined like a child. “I
deserve a donut.”

Liko grinned and pulled a chocolate candy bar from the back
of the pantry. “Eat your vegetables and I’ll let you have this when you’re
done.”

“I’m not a child,” Peter frowned, but began munching on his
baby carrots and celery sticks. Placing the chocolate on the table next to him,
Liko handed him the remote to the television and returned to cleaning the
house.

*****

With Ella and Christopher safely returned home after school,
and his services not required for the rest of the day, Ray grabbed the car vac
and some leather cleaning wipes and headed to the underground garage to spruce
up the car. With the inside spotless, he popped open the trunk to give it the
once over and discovered two jars
of roasted
red peppers hidden from view.
Damn!
he thought. They must have escaped
from Maureen’s grocery bags. Ray slipped behind the wheel and began the journey
uptown.

Peter had snuck into the bedroom to check on Maureen. She
had complained of a slight headache so he’d checked the cabinet in the bathroom
for a pain reliever.

“I need aspirin,” she’d whispered. “The other stuff doesn’t
do a thing.”

But there wasn’t any in the cupboard. “I have everything
else but no aspirin,” he frowned. Looking back at his wife, he could see her
face scrunched in pain. “I’ll walk to the corner market. They should have
some.” Peter quickly slipped on some shoes, grabbed his wallet and kissed his
wife on the forehead. “Be back in a flash.”

Maureen grinned. “You haven’t
flashed
in a long
time.”

Peter kissed her again and closed the bedroom door behind
him and hurried down the stairs. As he opened the front door, Ray pulled into
the empty parking space in front of the house next door. He stepped onto the
sidewalk and Peter could see two jars in his hands.

“Are you delivering now?” Peter chuckled.

Ray shook his head and smiled. “I guess they rolled out of
the grocery bags in the trunk.”

“Can you put them inside? I need to get to the market to buy
some aspirin. Maureen isn’t feeling well.”

“Let me take you,” Ray offered. “Just let me run these
downstairs.”

Peter stepped aside and Ray ran inside and was back out in
less than a minute. “Let’s go.”

The two men rode the three blocks to the corner market that
the Lathems visited in emergencies. It didn’t sell much more than beer,
cigarettes and lottery tickets, but Peter was hopeful he would find at least a
small bottle of aspirin. There also wasn’t any parking so Ray dropped Peter off
at the front door and said he’d drive around the block and pick him up. Peter
thanked him and strode inside the open door.

As Ray pulled back in front after taking a few minutes to
maneuver the car around the block, his heart stopped as he peered through the
large glass window. Throwing the car into park, he ripped off his seat belt and
ran for Peter who was staring at a thug with a gun.

*****

The cool wash cloth was helping. Maureen’s eyes could focus
when her eyelids fluttered open and the sickly feeling had subsided. Taking a
deep breath, she attempted to sit up as there came a knock on the bedroom door.

“Mrs. Lathem?” called Liko.

“Come in,” she replied.

The doorknob turned and Liko stepped into the room. “Mrs.
Lathem? I need you to come downstairs with me. There’s someone here to see
you.”

“Who?” Maureen asked.

“Please? Come with me.” Liko had walked around to help
Maureen up and the two women walked down the flight of stairs to the front
door. There stood two policemen.

“Mrs. Lathem?” one of them asked.

“Yes?” Maureen answered.

“May we come in, please?”

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