SEEING BLYTHE AGAIN-SACRAMENTO

Per our plans via phone, I flew into Sacramento International and parked my plane in the private plane area.  I got on my cell phone and directed her on how to drive to where I was. I could not wait to see what she was driving, and was I surprised at what I saw.  She was driving a restored 48 Pontiac Silver Streak 8.  We hugged and kissed....and then...I said...."What a beautiful old car; where did you get this?"  "It was my Parent's car, they never sold it...it just stayed in the garage.  I am an only child...I also live in their old home....I want you to see it,  I have had it fixed up abit."   "I would love to".    I put my suitcase in the trunk and she drove us to her home. I told her that I had often dreamed about being old and still living in my parent's home and it was not a good dream; I was there because I went nowhere in life and I was stuck there out of charity.  She replied:  :"Bob, I can see how that would be awful; but you have done well and accomplished much, so, what does that say about dreams?"  I asked her: "Did you ever want a sister or brother...I sure did."  Yes, I remember asking Mother to have another...she couldn't due to female problems."   We reached her home \and she turned in.  A very attractive old house with lots of gingerbread....a Victorian style house.  It was landscaped beautifully...Palms along the street and lots of flowering bushes  big front porch with old timy swings.  "Oh,Blythe...what a beautiful house...I bet alot of that is your work."  "Yes, it all is...and thank you......Bob, I hope this does not upset you, but I am not feeling too well and can we just stay here instead of flying to Tahoe?"   "Of course,  This is more conducive to talking anyway....I wished you had called me and told me you didn't feel well, I would not have come down."  She said:  "I feel well enough to be in your company, you do me good....Mr. Deutritice"   I said "You will never forget that word, will you?"  "No, it's mine now...you gave it to me."   We got out of the car and went inside.  It was totally beautiful....lots of antique furniture and lovely Persian rugs.  She said "I will show you to your room.  It was upstairs and was so very nice.  Large Oak Chest of Drawera,  a pull down desk, an old fashioned double bed with tall posts at each corner....old decorated kerosene lamps....absolutely beautiful.  She asked if she could fix me something to eat and I thanked her, but said no.  "Let's just sit or lie down somewhere and sleep or talk..I am so tired"  I said.  "Me too"   We pulled back the covers on "my" old bed...a lovely old quilt folded and across the bottom...Without any need to confer, we took off our clothes down to under ware.  planted our heads into the deep and squoozy feather pillows and soon went to sleep.   (to be continued)