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<blockquote data-quote="Ray&amp;Donna" data-source="post: 93723" data-attributes="member: 42"><p>July 15, 1998</p><p></p><p>Over the next few weeks, Ray tried to be more cautious around Donna. He didn’t want to ruin the friendship they had developed, and he didn’t want to risk pushing her away again. Margaret spent a lot of time with him while Donna was busy with research, and she had quickly adapted to life on the ranch. It made Ray proud to see that his daughter loved the land as much as he did. While Ray waited for Donna to sort through her feelings, he decided to concentrate on being the best father he could be. Even so, he kept replaying the events of that evening in his mind over and over again. Donna had kissed him back, hadn’t she? She had—and it was great. It was as if all those years apart had been erased, and they were married again. Time seemed to stand still when he had his arms around her.</p><p></p><p>At the same time, Donna tried to concentrate on her research, but it was no use. All she could think of was Ray, Ray, Ray. She was angry at him for kissing her, angry at herself for kissing back, and even angrier at herself for feeling that way. She was confused as hell—she didn’t know what was going on. For someone who had always been so level-headed, she was doing a terrible job on herself now. She knew that she loved Ray, but didn’t know what she was feeling beyond that. She sat there and tried to figure out when the last time Ray had kissed her….before the other night, at least. At the hospital when Margaret was born? No, almost, but not quite. When she told him she was pregnant? Maybe, but she wasn’t sure about that, either. And then she realized that she couldn’t remember, and she got mad at herself for dwelling on it. She tried to focus on the book again. She was close to having the draft finished, which was good. She wasn’t used to being away from Margaret that much, and missed getting to spend time with her.</p><p>Of course, she came to the realization that Ray and Margaret were officially a package deal. There was no way to stay away from Ray, so she would just make the best of it. They were always better lovers than friends, but she had to push that out of her mind. <em>We’ll be friends,</em> she thought. <em>For now.</em></p><p></p><p>While her parents sorted through their issues, Margaret was spending more and more time with her grandparents, whom she had quickly grown to love. In no time at all, she had Grandpa Clayton wrapped around her finger. Miss Ellie had already given her a room of her own where she could spend the night at Southfork, and they had gone that day to pick out some new furniture.</p><p></p><p>They spent that same evening relaxing after dinner. Margaret and Clayton were now playing a board game in the living room, and Miss Ellie smiled as she watched them. </p><p></p><p>Margaret had gained the upper hand and began to tease Clayton. “Grandpa, you’re a businessman, and I’m beating you at Monopoly.”</p><p></p><p>“Well, you’re the daughter of a politician, you little shark.”</p><p></p><p>“Now, now, Clayton,” Miss Ellie said. “It’s only a game, and you could still win.”</p><p></p><p>“I know, Ellie. And I love this little girl.”</p><p></p><p>“I love you too, Grandpa.”</p><p></p><p>“I’m glad.”</p><p></p><p>“And you owe me $1000 dollars for landing on my railroad.”</p><p></p><p>“I’m telling you, Ellie—these kids from Washington are ruthless!” He winked at Margaret.</p><p></p><p>“But she’s not a Washingtonian anymore, are you?” Miss Ellie added.</p><p></p><p>“Nope—I’m all Texan now!”</p><p></p><p>Miss Ellie smiled at her. “You know, Margaret, when my boys were young they played this, too. And they were far more ruthless than you!”</p><p></p><p>Margaret surveyed the board. “Grandpa, I’m going to bankrupt you and raid your holdings.”</p><p></p><p>Clayton laughed. “I don’t have anything to raid. I sold my refineries when you were just a baby!”</p><p></p><p>“Grandpa, I think you did that on purpose. But I’m still going to bankrupt you.”</p><p></p><p>Clayton laughed again. “Well, I guess I can live with that…as long as your grandma doesn’t throw me out, I’ll still have a place to live.”</p><p></p><p>Margaret turned and looked at Miss Ellie. “You wouldn’t do that, would you, Grandma?”</p><p></p><p>She smiled. “No, I don’t think so. It’s not easy breaking in another husband, so I’ll keep the one I’ve got.”</p><p></p><p>They all laughed. Thirty minutes later, Margaret had liquidated Clayton’s holdings and he was asleep in the corner chair. Miss Ellie had pulled out some of the old family albums and was flipping through one as Margaret sat next to her. The old photos piqued her curiosity.</p><p></p><p>“Grandma, what were my parents like when they were married?”</p><p></p><p>“Oh, they were very happy most of the time. They were like two newlyweds for the first few years of their marriage. But there was always an underlying conflict.”</p><p></p><p>“Conflict?”</p><p></p><p>“Your parents only had one thing in common—their love for each other. But now they have another thing in common, and that’s you. They seem happier now than ever before. The dreams of youth have been replaced by the wisdom of age.”</p><p></p><p>Margaret looked puzzled. “What does that mean, Grandma?”</p><p></p><p>“It means that nothing gets in the way of their love for you.”</p><p></p><p>“I think I understand that.”</p><p></p><p>“I thought you would. Now, it’s time for you to get ready for bed.”</p><p></p><p>“Goodnight, grandma.”</p><p></p><p>“Goodnight, dear.” They hugged and Miss Ellie smiled as the young girl bounded up the stairs.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ray&Donna, post: 93723, member: 42"] July 15, 1998 Over the next few weeks, Ray tried to be more cautious around Donna. He didn’t want to ruin the friendship they had developed, and he didn’t want to risk pushing her away again. Margaret spent a lot of time with him while Donna was busy with research, and she had quickly adapted to life on the ranch. It made Ray proud to see that his daughter loved the land as much as he did. While Ray waited for Donna to sort through her feelings, he decided to concentrate on being the best father he could be. Even so, he kept replaying the events of that evening in his mind over and over again. Donna had kissed him back, hadn’t she? She had—and it was great. It was as if all those years apart had been erased, and they were married again. Time seemed to stand still when he had his arms around her. At the same time, Donna tried to concentrate on her research, but it was no use. All she could think of was Ray, Ray, Ray. She was angry at him for kissing her, angry at herself for kissing back, and even angrier at herself for feeling that way. She was confused as hell—she didn’t know what was going on. For someone who had always been so level-headed, she was doing a terrible job on herself now. She knew that she loved Ray, but didn’t know what she was feeling beyond that. She sat there and tried to figure out when the last time Ray had kissed her….before the other night, at least. At the hospital when Margaret was born? No, almost, but not quite. When she told him she was pregnant? Maybe, but she wasn’t sure about that, either. And then she realized that she couldn’t remember, and she got mad at herself for dwelling on it. She tried to focus on the book again. She was close to having the draft finished, which was good. She wasn’t used to being away from Margaret that much, and missed getting to spend time with her. Of course, she came to the realization that Ray and Margaret were officially a package deal. There was no way to stay away from Ray, so she would just make the best of it. They were always better lovers than friends, but she had to push that out of her mind. [I]We’ll be friends,[/I] she thought. [I]For now.[/I] While her parents sorted through their issues, Margaret was spending more and more time with her grandparents, whom she had quickly grown to love. In no time at all, she had Grandpa Clayton wrapped around her finger. Miss Ellie had already given her a room of her own where she could spend the night at Southfork, and they had gone that day to pick out some new furniture. They spent that same evening relaxing after dinner. Margaret and Clayton were now playing a board game in the living room, and Miss Ellie smiled as she watched them. Margaret had gained the upper hand and began to tease Clayton. “Grandpa, you’re a businessman, and I’m beating you at Monopoly.” “Well, you’re the daughter of a politician, you little shark.” “Now, now, Clayton,” Miss Ellie said. “It’s only a game, and you could still win.” “I know, Ellie. And I love this little girl.” “I love you too, Grandpa.” “I’m glad.” “And you owe me $1000 dollars for landing on my railroad.” “I’m telling you, Ellie—these kids from Washington are ruthless!” He winked at Margaret. “But she’s not a Washingtonian anymore, are you?” Miss Ellie added. “Nope—I’m all Texan now!” Miss Ellie smiled at her. “You know, Margaret, when my boys were young they played this, too. And they were far more ruthless than you!” Margaret surveyed the board. “Grandpa, I’m going to bankrupt you and raid your holdings.” Clayton laughed. “I don’t have anything to raid. I sold my refineries when you were just a baby!” “Grandpa, I think you did that on purpose. But I’m still going to bankrupt you.” Clayton laughed again. “Well, I guess I can live with that…as long as your grandma doesn’t throw me out, I’ll still have a place to live.” Margaret turned and looked at Miss Ellie. “You wouldn’t do that, would you, Grandma?” She smiled. “No, I don’t think so. It’s not easy breaking in another husband, so I’ll keep the one I’ve got.” They all laughed. Thirty minutes later, Margaret had liquidated Clayton’s holdings and he was asleep in the corner chair. Miss Ellie had pulled out some of the old family albums and was flipping through one as Margaret sat next to her. The old photos piqued her curiosity. “Grandma, what were my parents like when they were married?” “Oh, they were very happy most of the time. They were like two newlyweds for the first few years of their marriage. But there was always an underlying conflict.” “Conflict?” “Your parents only had one thing in common—their love for each other. But now they have another thing in common, and that’s you. They seem happier now than ever before. The dreams of youth have been replaced by the wisdom of age.” Margaret looked puzzled. “What does that mean, Grandma?” “It means that nothing gets in the way of their love for you.” “I think I understand that.” “I thought you would. Now, it’s time for you to get ready for bed.” “Goodnight, grandma.” “Goodnight, dear.” They hugged and Miss Ellie smiled as the young girl bounded up the stairs. [/QUOTE]
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