On the Road to Chicago
Title: On the Road to Chicago
Author: Nancygrew
Disclaimer: characters belong to ATWT
Characters: Luke/Reid, Bob
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Notes: Futurefic. The train missed. Takes place late October, 2010 between my fics Science Experiments and Power Plays and One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. You do not have to read any of my other stories in order to understand this one. Written per the request and encouragement of lemondrop34 and rhiannonhero [although I vehemnetly disagree with rhiannonhero that I would do as good a job as her and hope she finishes her fic featuring the Reid and Bob bromance].
Summary: Reid and Bob go to Chicago for a medical conference
Reid returned to the Walsh guesthouse after swimming about a billion laps in the pool behind the Walsh Estate. It took a lot of work to maintain his Hot Nerd physique. Reid was wearing the ridiculously tiny black swimsuit that Luke liked so much. If Reid were straight, he’d probably worry more about his sperm count. When he entered the guesthouse, he frowned at the realization that Luke was fully dressed and ready to head out for the day.
"Hey, hey," admonished Reid as he took the briefcase out of Luke’s hand and placed it on a side table. "You’re dressed already! I was looking forward to some morning nookie."
Luke smirked and picked up his briefcase. "No morning nookie today. Aunt Ellie is starting at Grimaldi Shipping this morning and I can’t be late. Besides, your play date will be here any minute."
"I’m going to Chicago so that I can present a brilliant lecture on my ground-breaking neurosurgical techniques at a medical conference," sniffed Reid. "I’m not quite sure why the supposedly retired Bobbo is insisting on going with me but it is definitely not a play date."
"I cut up some vegetables and put them in a container in the fridge so that the two of you would have something healthy to snack on during the car ride," said Luke.
"Thank you," said Reid while resting his hands on Luke’s hips. "Without you providing us a healthy snack, Bob and I might have starved to death on the hour drive into Chicago."
"I hold firmly to the belief that thorough preparations must be made for any car ride out of town," said Luke. "I’ve also put a first aid kit, a flashlight and a blanket into your car trunk. One never knows what sort of adventures one will have on the road. I’ve heard tales of hitchhiking beatniks."
"So, we’ve never discussed rules for out-of -town behavior," said Reid. "Are we allowed to have sex with other people when we’re out of town?"
"Nothing past third base," responded Luke gravely. When Reid raised an eyebrow, Luke burst into laughter. Luke wrapped his arms around Reid. "You’re all mine. No one else is allowed to lay their dirty paws on you. Even once we’ve been together for six months and the sex is all boring and lame."
"Don’t tell anyone, but I’m glad I’m yours," Reid smiled and gently kissed Luke. "And the sex is going to remain amazing until long after we’re old and gray and worrying about our hip replacements and yelling at kids to get off our lawn."
"Do you really think we’ll have a lawn of our own someday?" asked Luke. "We should have little neurosurgeon gnome lawn ornaments. We could wrap stethoscopes around their necks and put in little motion-activated recordings where they can constantly harangue people about how brilliant they are."
"So did the sex get all boring and lame with The Angry Barista after you were together for six months?"
Luke sighed. "Someday, I’m going to meet one of your exes and I will spend eternity telling you how lame they are. Do you still have the phone number for the escort agency?"
Reid snorted.
Luke gave Reid a hard kiss on the mouth and a swat on the butt. "Be good today. I don’t want Bob to kick you out of the car and run you over. He wouldn’t do well in prison."
After Luke left, Reid took a quick shower. He had just finished dressing when there was a knock on the door. Reid grabbed the container of vegetables out of the refrigerator and opened the door to a nattily attired Bob Hughes.
"I’m driving, old man," said Reid as locked and closed the door.
"And good morning to you, Dr. Happy. Since it hasn’t been that long since you drove into a train, I think it’s best if I drive," said Bob as he led Reid to Bob’s car.
"I didn’t drive into a train," huffed an insulted Reid. "The stupid car stalled out during the millisecond it was driving over the train track. I can’t be held accountable for an Act of Poor Engineering. And I’m driving."
"So, did your boyfriend pack you vegetables for a snack?" asked Bob while eyeing the container in Reid’s hands.
"Yes," said Reid defensively. "And it was very sweet of him."
"Yes, it was," said Bob. "My wife packed me cupcakes. They’re in my car. If I’m driving, I’ll be willing to share them with you."
"Well played, Machiavelli. Well played," said Reid as he let himself into the passenger door of Bob’s car.
They had barely driven ten minutes when Reid realized that Bob drove like the proverbial little old lady. He was pretty sure that there were tortoises that were passing them. Three-legged tortoises. With asthma. It was going to be a long trip.
"So is Robo-Wife going to be all mad at me about you coming to the medical conference with me even though you’re supposed to be retired and quietly waiting for death?" asked Reid.
"My beautiful wife is going to be busy at WOAK all week because of some special programming Oakdale Now is airing. They’re doing a retrospective on local kidnappings. Each day this week, they’re going to spotlight a different kidnapping."
"How many are going to be about my boyfriend?" asked Reid.
"Just one. I understand it was a tough call on which of his kidnappings to focus on but the final decision was the one when he was a kid. The faked death and trip to Malta made it ‘sexier’ than his other kidnapping."
"How many are going to be of other members of the Snyder family?" asked Reid.
"That depends upon if you’re counting Snyders-by-marriage. Monday is going to be Luke’s kidnapping by his evil biological relatives. Tuesday is going to be about when Holden was car-jacked by an escaped prisoner who later died and whose body was believed to be Holden’s while Holden was being held captive by the man’s associate. Wednesday is going to be a two-hour show. It’s going to be about Barbara Ryan’s various kidnappings. She’s been kidnapped by Craig Montgomery, Dr. Ric Decker, Cole Norbeck, and Iris Dumbrowski. Thursday is going to about the time Carly Snyder was kidnapped and aged decades; she got better. And Friday is going to be about the time my grandson, Casey, was kidnapped as a toddler by a woman who wanted a child."
Reid pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don’t even know where to start. I hope that Luke’s feelings aren’t hurt when he finds out that only one of his kidnappings is going to make it into Oakdale’s Top Five Kidnappings."
"Well, I’m not sure of what the selection criteria was for choosing which kidnappings to spotlight. But I’m positve that his other kidnapping is noteworthy enough that if they do another week on local kidnappings during the next sweeps, it’ll be included."
"Well, that’s all that matters, I guess," snarked Reid. "There’s no one named Dr. Ric Decker working at Memorial. Does this mean that he’s actually in jail? Is he one of the rare Oakdale criminals who didn’t get away with his crimes."
"He’s actually in a mental hospital now," said Bob. "He murdered several people and tried to kill several others. He once injected me with potassium chloride and put me into a coma. I should warn you not to mention him in front of Susan Stewart. He’s her ex-husband."
"Holy crap," blurted Reid. "There are worse doctors than your son."
"Hey!" squawked Bob. "Chris is a fine young doctor."
"I apologize for insulting your son," said Reid. "After all, someone has to hire all the C-average medical students. It might as well be Oakdale Memorial."
"You know, Chris was once Chief of Staff of Memorial and he did a fine job," defended Bob.
"Was this during the time you were in your coma after being poisoned by Dr. Decker?"
"Actually, it was during the time that I was in a different coma after suffering a stroke."
"Can we break out the cupcakes now?" asked Reid. "This conversation demands comfort food."
Bob pointed to the backseat where a container of cupcakes rested. Reid felt relief that the cupcakes were from a bakery instead of having been baked by the acidic-tongue she-demon. Kim detested Reid enough that she might be willing to poison her own husband if it took Reid out along with him.
Reid took a huge bite out of a red velvet cupcake. He noticed Bob sneaking a glance at him.
"What?"
"If I tell you something, can you promise to never, ever to tell another living person?" asked Bob.
"Well, I’d have to tell Luke," said Reid. Bob nodded as though he wasn’t surprised that Reid wouldn’t consider keeping secrets from Luke.
"No one but Luke, though" agreed Bob. "Shortly before I went into my stroke-coma, I had actually fired Chris. I hadn’t had a chance to tell anyone before I went into the coma. And Chris didn’t bother to mention the fact that he was fired before he took over the Chief of Staff job."
Reid gasped. Then he laughed. And laughed some more. Fortunately Bob was laughing too.
After Reid stopped laughing, he asked Bob a question that had been bothering him for weeks.
"Are you going to do something about the marriage that Chris and Katie are rushing into?" asked Reid. "I’ve tried pointing out to Katie that the midst of a medical crisis isn’t the best time to make life decisions. She wasn’t appreciative of my advice. Maybe it was because I mentioned that marriage isn’t so much a life decision for her as it is a six month decision."
Bob shook his head. "The diplomacy skills are kind of hit or miss with you, aren’t they?"
Reid shrugged.
"I know that most people would think that this is a bad time for Chris and Katie to make a decision about marriage. It does seem fast. But it’s their lives. They know their own hearts. I think the best thing to do would be to support them. I think Katie would be really good for Chris.
"I’m not worried about Baboon Heart. Katie shouldn’t rush into another marriage. She’s been married five times already. And she’s not even a Snyder by birth."
"I’m not a Snyder and I’ve been married to five different women," said Bob. "I was also engaged a couple of times. Once to Katie’s mother, Lyla."
"I can’t believe I’ve been using you as more Touchstone of Normalcy," snarked Reid. "Married to five women?"
"Lisa, Sandy, Jennifer, Miranda and Kim. I loved them all. They’re all very special women. You’ve met Lisa."
"I like Lisa. She’s quite the sassy vixen."
"She finds you absolutely charming," said Bob. "I’m thinking of having her tested for Alzheimer’s."
"So, tell me something else completely ridiculous about you," demanded Reid.
"I was blinded in a fire once," said Bob.
"But you got better," Reid responded.
"Yep," answered Bob. "I had cornea transplants. Of course, if you were in town back then, you probably could have given me back my sight just by using duct tape, a rubber band and your magical ego."
"True," nodded Reid.
"So, how’s it going with the living with Luke?" asked Bob. "It must be a pretty big adjustment for you. It wasn’t that long ago when you thought a personal life was a waste of time."
Reid scratched his neck. "It’s possible that I might not have been correct when I thought that loving someone and building a life with them was incredibly asinine."
"You should write that in a card next Valentine’s Day," suggested Bob.
"Crap," snarled Reid. "Valentine’s Day. I’m going to have to celebrate Valentine’s Day from now on, aren’t I?"
"Yep," grinned Bob. "And given that your boyfriend is a true romantic, you might just have to celebrate Valentine’s Week. He’ll probably expect you to read love sonnets to one another."
"You’re much crueler than people give you credit for," said an impressed-sounding Reid.
"So, are you enjoying being a part of the Snyder family?" asked Bob.
"Now you’re just getting vicious."
"Funny. It probably feels a little overwhelming for you, but they’re really good people," said Bob.
"I don’t mind most of them on an individual basis," admitted Reid. "But when I’m in the middle of a Snyder family gathering, I feel like someone who’s been smeared with honey and is being swarmed by fire ants."
"And that’s what you should write in the Luke and Reid Christmas card."
"I’m not a Christmas person. Crap. Luke’s probably a Christmas person."
"So do you think that the two of you will dress in 18th century-styling clothing while you go door to door caroling and wassailing?"
"Would you mind riding in the trunk on the ride home?" asked Reid.
Bob laughed. "Okay, I’ll give you a break. So, there are going to be some of the best neurosurgeons in the country attending the conference. Have you given any thought of who you want to recruit to the new wing?"
"Yeah, there’s a neurosurgeon named Karen Haines out of Pittsburgh that I’m reputation-lusting over," said Reid. "She’s written some amazing papers. She’d bring a lot of prestige to the hospital. Not as much as me, of course."
"Of course," Bob dryly agreed.
"You coming to the conference probably wouldn’t be a complete waste of time if you felt the urge to introduce yourself to her and to pimp out Memorial."
"I’m actually acquainted with Karen," said Bob as he made a one-handed grab for the cupcakes.
"Tell me she’s not related to you," demanded Reid.
"Don’t be silly. That would be an incredible logic-defying coincidence."
Reid remained silent while waiting for the other shoe to drop.
After taking a bite out of a chocolate cupcake, Bob said, "She once lived in Oakdale. She was married to John Dixon and was the guardian of Dusty Donovon."
"And John was once married to Luke’s grandmother and Dusty was romantically involved with Luke’s mother and aunt Rose," replied Reid.
"Very good, Dr. Oliver," said Bob.
"Luke drew me a Snyder family tree," admitted Reid.
"That sounds a little scary."
"Puh-leaze, Mr. Robert "I’ve been married a zillion times" Hughes," snarked Reid. "I bet the Hughes family tree doesn’t look any less complicated."
Bob nodded. "I have four kids with three of my wives and four stepkids. My son, Tom, has been married to three women and has four kids. My brother Don’s been married three times and has four kids-----"
Reid rolled his eyes. Maybe he’d ride in the trunk on the way back.
Author: Nancygrew
Disclaimer: characters belong to ATWT
Characters: Luke/Reid, Bob
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Notes: Futurefic. The train missed. Takes place late October, 2010 between my fics Science Experiments and Power Plays and One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. You do not have to read any of my other stories in order to understand this one. Written per the request and encouragement of lemondrop34 and rhiannonhero [although I vehemnetly disagree with rhiannonhero that I would do as good a job as her and hope she finishes her fic featuring the Reid and Bob bromance].
Summary: Reid and Bob go to Chicago for a medical conference
Reid returned to the Walsh guesthouse after swimming about a billion laps in the pool behind the Walsh Estate. It took a lot of work to maintain his Hot Nerd physique. Reid was wearing the ridiculously tiny black swimsuit that Luke liked so much. If Reid were straight, he’d probably worry more about his sperm count. When he entered the guesthouse, he frowned at the realization that Luke was fully dressed and ready to head out for the day.
"Hey, hey," admonished Reid as he took the briefcase out of Luke’s hand and placed it on a side table. "You’re dressed already! I was looking forward to some morning nookie."
Luke smirked and picked up his briefcase. "No morning nookie today. Aunt Ellie is starting at Grimaldi Shipping this morning and I can’t be late. Besides, your play date will be here any minute."
"I’m going to Chicago so that I can present a brilliant lecture on my ground-breaking neurosurgical techniques at a medical conference," sniffed Reid. "I’m not quite sure why the supposedly retired Bobbo is insisting on going with me but it is definitely not a play date."
"I cut up some vegetables and put them in a container in the fridge so that the two of you would have something healthy to snack on during the car ride," said Luke.
"Thank you," said Reid while resting his hands on Luke’s hips. "Without you providing us a healthy snack, Bob and I might have starved to death on the hour drive into Chicago."
"I hold firmly to the belief that thorough preparations must be made for any car ride out of town," said Luke. "I’ve also put a first aid kit, a flashlight and a blanket into your car trunk. One never knows what sort of adventures one will have on the road. I’ve heard tales of hitchhiking beatniks."
"So, we’ve never discussed rules for out-of -town behavior," said Reid. "Are we allowed to have sex with other people when we’re out of town?"
"Nothing past third base," responded Luke gravely. When Reid raised an eyebrow, Luke burst into laughter. Luke wrapped his arms around Reid. "You’re all mine. No one else is allowed to lay their dirty paws on you. Even once we’ve been together for six months and the sex is all boring and lame."
"Don’t tell anyone, but I’m glad I’m yours," Reid smiled and gently kissed Luke. "And the sex is going to remain amazing until long after we’re old and gray and worrying about our hip replacements and yelling at kids to get off our lawn."
"Do you really think we’ll have a lawn of our own someday?" asked Luke. "We should have little neurosurgeon gnome lawn ornaments. We could wrap stethoscopes around their necks and put in little motion-activated recordings where they can constantly harangue people about how brilliant they are."
"So did the sex get all boring and lame with The Angry Barista after you were together for six months?"
Luke sighed. "Someday, I’m going to meet one of your exes and I will spend eternity telling you how lame they are. Do you still have the phone number for the escort agency?"
Reid snorted.
Luke gave Reid a hard kiss on the mouth and a swat on the butt. "Be good today. I don’t want Bob to kick you out of the car and run you over. He wouldn’t do well in prison."
After Luke left, Reid took a quick shower. He had just finished dressing when there was a knock on the door. Reid grabbed the container of vegetables out of the refrigerator and opened the door to a nattily attired Bob Hughes.
"I’m driving, old man," said Reid as locked and closed the door.
"And good morning to you, Dr. Happy. Since it hasn’t been that long since you drove into a train, I think it’s best if I drive," said Bob as he led Reid to Bob’s car.
"I didn’t drive into a train," huffed an insulted Reid. "The stupid car stalled out during the millisecond it was driving over the train track. I can’t be held accountable for an Act of Poor Engineering. And I’m driving."
"So, did your boyfriend pack you vegetables for a snack?" asked Bob while eyeing the container in Reid’s hands.
"Yes," said Reid defensively. "And it was very sweet of him."
"Yes, it was," said Bob. "My wife packed me cupcakes. They’re in my car. If I’m driving, I’ll be willing to share them with you."
"Well played, Machiavelli. Well played," said Reid as he let himself into the passenger door of Bob’s car.
They had barely driven ten minutes when Reid realized that Bob drove like the proverbial little old lady. He was pretty sure that there were tortoises that were passing them. Three-legged tortoises. With asthma. It was going to be a long trip.
"So is Robo-Wife going to be all mad at me about you coming to the medical conference with me even though you’re supposed to be retired and quietly waiting for death?" asked Reid.
"My beautiful wife is going to be busy at WOAK all week because of some special programming Oakdale Now is airing. They’re doing a retrospective on local kidnappings. Each day this week, they’re going to spotlight a different kidnapping."
"How many are going to be about my boyfriend?" asked Reid.
"Just one. I understand it was a tough call on which of his kidnappings to focus on but the final decision was the one when he was a kid. The faked death and trip to Malta made it ‘sexier’ than his other kidnapping."
"How many are going to be of other members of the Snyder family?" asked Reid.
"That depends upon if you’re counting Snyders-by-marriage. Monday is going to be Luke’s kidnapping by his evil biological relatives. Tuesday is going to be about when Holden was car-jacked by an escaped prisoner who later died and whose body was believed to be Holden’s while Holden was being held captive by the man’s associate. Wednesday is going to be a two-hour show. It’s going to be about Barbara Ryan’s various kidnappings. She’s been kidnapped by Craig Montgomery, Dr. Ric Decker, Cole Norbeck, and Iris Dumbrowski. Thursday is going to about the time Carly Snyder was kidnapped and aged decades; she got better. And Friday is going to be about the time my grandson, Casey, was kidnapped as a toddler by a woman who wanted a child."
Reid pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don’t even know where to start. I hope that Luke’s feelings aren’t hurt when he finds out that only one of his kidnappings is going to make it into Oakdale’s Top Five Kidnappings."
"Well, I’m not sure of what the selection criteria was for choosing which kidnappings to spotlight. But I’m positve that his other kidnapping is noteworthy enough that if they do another week on local kidnappings during the next sweeps, it’ll be included."
"Well, that’s all that matters, I guess," snarked Reid. "There’s no one named Dr. Ric Decker working at Memorial. Does this mean that he’s actually in jail? Is he one of the rare Oakdale criminals who didn’t get away with his crimes."
"He’s actually in a mental hospital now," said Bob. "He murdered several people and tried to kill several others. He once injected me with potassium chloride and put me into a coma. I should warn you not to mention him in front of Susan Stewart. He’s her ex-husband."
"Holy crap," blurted Reid. "There are worse doctors than your son."
"Hey!" squawked Bob. "Chris is a fine young doctor."
"I apologize for insulting your son," said Reid. "After all, someone has to hire all the C-average medical students. It might as well be Oakdale Memorial."
"You know, Chris was once Chief of Staff of Memorial and he did a fine job," defended Bob.
"Was this during the time you were in your coma after being poisoned by Dr. Decker?"
"Actually, it was during the time that I was in a different coma after suffering a stroke."
"Can we break out the cupcakes now?" asked Reid. "This conversation demands comfort food."
Bob pointed to the backseat where a container of cupcakes rested. Reid felt relief that the cupcakes were from a bakery instead of having been baked by the acidic-tongue she-demon. Kim detested Reid enough that she might be willing to poison her own husband if it took Reid out along with him.
Reid took a huge bite out of a red velvet cupcake. He noticed Bob sneaking a glance at him.
"What?"
"If I tell you something, can you promise to never, ever to tell another living person?" asked Bob.
"Well, I’d have to tell Luke," said Reid. Bob nodded as though he wasn’t surprised that Reid wouldn’t consider keeping secrets from Luke.
"No one but Luke, though" agreed Bob. "Shortly before I went into my stroke-coma, I had actually fired Chris. I hadn’t had a chance to tell anyone before I went into the coma. And Chris didn’t bother to mention the fact that he was fired before he took over the Chief of Staff job."
Reid gasped. Then he laughed. And laughed some more. Fortunately Bob was laughing too.
After Reid stopped laughing, he asked Bob a question that had been bothering him for weeks.
"Are you going to do something about the marriage that Chris and Katie are rushing into?" asked Reid. "I’ve tried pointing out to Katie that the midst of a medical crisis isn’t the best time to make life decisions. She wasn’t appreciative of my advice. Maybe it was because I mentioned that marriage isn’t so much a life decision for her as it is a six month decision."
Bob shook his head. "The diplomacy skills are kind of hit or miss with you, aren’t they?"
Reid shrugged.
"I know that most people would think that this is a bad time for Chris and Katie to make a decision about marriage. It does seem fast. But it’s their lives. They know their own hearts. I think the best thing to do would be to support them. I think Katie would be really good for Chris.
"I’m not worried about Baboon Heart. Katie shouldn’t rush into another marriage. She’s been married five times already. And she’s not even a Snyder by birth."
"I’m not a Snyder and I’ve been married to five different women," said Bob. "I was also engaged a couple of times. Once to Katie’s mother, Lyla."
"I can’t believe I’ve been using you as more Touchstone of Normalcy," snarked Reid. "Married to five women?"
"Lisa, Sandy, Jennifer, Miranda and Kim. I loved them all. They’re all very special women. You’ve met Lisa."
"I like Lisa. She’s quite the sassy vixen."
"She finds you absolutely charming," said Bob. "I’m thinking of having her tested for Alzheimer’s."
"So, tell me something else completely ridiculous about you," demanded Reid.
"I was blinded in a fire once," said Bob.
"But you got better," Reid responded.
"Yep," answered Bob. "I had cornea transplants. Of course, if you were in town back then, you probably could have given me back my sight just by using duct tape, a rubber band and your magical ego."
"True," nodded Reid.
"So, how’s it going with the living with Luke?" asked Bob. "It must be a pretty big adjustment for you. It wasn’t that long ago when you thought a personal life was a waste of time."
Reid scratched his neck. "It’s possible that I might not have been correct when I thought that loving someone and building a life with them was incredibly asinine."
"You should write that in a card next Valentine’s Day," suggested Bob.
"Crap," snarled Reid. "Valentine’s Day. I’m going to have to celebrate Valentine’s Day from now on, aren’t I?"
"Yep," grinned Bob. "And given that your boyfriend is a true romantic, you might just have to celebrate Valentine’s Week. He’ll probably expect you to read love sonnets to one another."
"You’re much crueler than people give you credit for," said an impressed-sounding Reid.
"So, are you enjoying being a part of the Snyder family?" asked Bob.
"Now you’re just getting vicious."
"Funny. It probably feels a little overwhelming for you, but they’re really good people," said Bob.
"I don’t mind most of them on an individual basis," admitted Reid. "But when I’m in the middle of a Snyder family gathering, I feel like someone who’s been smeared with honey and is being swarmed by fire ants."
"And that’s what you should write in the Luke and Reid Christmas card."
"I’m not a Christmas person. Crap. Luke’s probably a Christmas person."
"So do you think that the two of you will dress in 18th century-styling clothing while you go door to door caroling and wassailing?"
"Would you mind riding in the trunk on the ride home?" asked Reid.
Bob laughed. "Okay, I’ll give you a break. So, there are going to be some of the best neurosurgeons in the country attending the conference. Have you given any thought of who you want to recruit to the new wing?"
"Yeah, there’s a neurosurgeon named Karen Haines out of Pittsburgh that I’m reputation-lusting over," said Reid. "She’s written some amazing papers. She’d bring a lot of prestige to the hospital. Not as much as me, of course."
"Of course," Bob dryly agreed.
"You coming to the conference probably wouldn’t be a complete waste of time if you felt the urge to introduce yourself to her and to pimp out Memorial."
"I’m actually acquainted with Karen," said Bob as he made a one-handed grab for the cupcakes.
"Tell me she’s not related to you," demanded Reid.
"Don’t be silly. That would be an incredible logic-defying coincidence."
Reid remained silent while waiting for the other shoe to drop.
After taking a bite out of a chocolate cupcake, Bob said, "She once lived in Oakdale. She was married to John Dixon and was the guardian of Dusty Donovon."
"And John was once married to Luke’s grandmother and Dusty was romantically involved with Luke’s mother and aunt Rose," replied Reid.
"Very good, Dr. Oliver," said Bob.
"Luke drew me a Snyder family tree," admitted Reid.
"That sounds a little scary."
"Puh-leaze, Mr. Robert "I’ve been married a zillion times" Hughes," snarked Reid. "I bet the Hughes family tree doesn’t look any less complicated."
Bob nodded. "I have four kids with three of my wives and four stepkids. My son, Tom, has been married to three women and has four kids. My brother Don’s been married three times and has four kids-----"
Reid rolled his eyes. Maybe he’d ride in the trunk on the way back.