It was a good hour after Samson left when Frances, all cried out was lovingly led by Samantha upstairs to their bedroom. As Frances sat down on edge of the bed absently staring into space; she remembers what Samson said earlier; ‘she is proud of you. Not for your life style choices, but for the thriving career as a therapist.’
Frances getting up heads to the master bath to get ready for bed. Samantha seeing this as she is already in her were-cat fursona; she watches as Frances comes out minutes later with a pile of clothes in her paws. France also in her were-cat fursona, places her clothes in the hamper and silently climbs into bed.
While neither Twist was feeling amorous; Samantha knew Frances was in need of comfort, so she also climbed into bed. Taking care of, to not hurt her adoptive kittens who are also now sound asleep at the head of the bed; Samantha just cuddles her life mate in a loving embrace, purring softly in her ear.
“Samson is still determined to get the Carter family together for Christmas,” Frances sighs; “despite dad’s belligerence to our way of life, my brother is determined.”
“Hurray Samson then?” Samantha looking confused; she was their at the hospital waiting room when Joseph in a fit of rage disowned his only son for daring to speak his mind and bring Frances to see her mother.
“Samson is hoping that if he gets through to mom,” Frances choking back tears; “then dad just might come around.”
“He’ll have to do this when Joseph isn’t around then,” Samantha hugging Frances tighter; “if it wasn’t for the hospital security staff, those two were looking to bite each other’s heads off. Literally.”
“Then put money on Samson then,” Frances doing her best to bring humor to the conversation; “he has the training to take down an opponent. All dad has is a bible and rage.”
Samantha lightly chuckles as she continues to cuddle Frances; both slowly drifting off to sleep neither aware with what is happening at the hospital.
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Back at the hospital, Angelica Carter was just waking up from the anesthesia given to her during her operation to remove ovarian cancer. Wincing in pain from the full hysterectomy, she looks around her hospital room to see her husband silently praying.
“Where is Samson,” she moans.
Joseph doesn’t answer, he keeps praying, reciting a chapter and verse from Leviticus.
“Answer me husband,” Angelica in pain and nearly shouting; “where is our son?”
“We have no son,” Joseph answers slowly closing his bible; “he dared to go against god and is now cast out of paradise.”
“Explain yourself Joseph,” Angelica discreetly pushing a button that delivers morphine through her I.V.
“Samson dared to bring the harlot to see you;” Joseph fighting his anger; “he dared to walk into my presence with Frances.”
“Is that it,” Angelica looking mortified; “You snap at your son just because Frances arrived? Your own daughter who is concerned for my well-being?”
“It’s is my right,” Joseph holding up his well-used bible; “Honor thy mother and father. Does it not say that in holy scripture? And we have no daughter Angelica, you know that.”
“Does it also not say to turn the other check and vengeance is mine sayeth the lord?” Angelica snapping back; “the next time Samson comes to see me, you will be civil and you will forgive.” The morphine starting to take effect, Angelica lets slips to Joseph as she begins to pass out; “you may have cut Frances out of your life, but I never did. Ask Sam…son.”
Joseph looks at Angelica with unbridled fury over what he just heard; his face beat red and on the verge of shifting into his fursona out of pure anger; the former Amish farmer now a were-dog living in Moon Lake quickly leaves the hospital room. Not wanting to strike his wife for what she just said; believing it was the medicine making her say such things. Joseph heads to where he thinks his son lives; more determined now than ever, to punish his son for his transgressions.