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<blockquote data-quote="Ray&amp;Donna" data-source="post: 110814" data-attributes="member: 42"><p>June 10, 1989</p><p></p><p>The next morning they went out for breakfast before sightseeing. Until this trip they’d never had a meal alone together as a family—there had always been someone else around. When Ray watched Margaret he could see himself in her eyes, and he could tell she was smart. He wasn’t dumb by any stretch but he knew she took after her mother. He also knew that he wasn’t cultured, but he didn’t mind Donna taking him on a tour of the city today. Donna smiled at him as they walked down the street. She felt as though she never did anything fun anymore, that everything had become so mundane. </p><p></p><p>She seemed to have a lilt in her voice as she recalled times past. “You know, I can still remember the first time Sam Culver ever took me through all of these buildings. I’d never been east of the Mississippi before, so this seemed like a whole different world to me.”</p><p></p><p>He watched her as she recounted her experiences. “How does it feel now?”</p><p></p><p>“Still kind of funny sometimes. Like I don’t fit, I don’t belong. Do you know what I mean?”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah.”</p><p></p><p>“I guess it’s the same with your ranch.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, it’s just not the same. I always wanted my own ranch, a piece of Texas I could call my own. Almost as soon as I had it I gave it up.”</p><p></p><p>She smiled at him. “You know what, Ray?”</p><p></p><p>“What?”</p><p></p><p>“We’re starting to sound like two bitter old people whose lives didn’t work out the way they’d hoped.”</p><p></p><p>“I’m sorry. We really should be trying to have a good time.”</p><p></p><p>“I’m sorry too.”</p><p></p><p>Margaret interrupted as she pointed her finger skyward. “Look, Daddy!” They could see the U.S. Capitol building down the street, and she seemed particularly enamored by the dome.</p><p></p><p>“Well, little lady, I think you’ve just picked out where we’re going next.”</p><p></p><p>He felt Donna grab his hand as they crossed the street together, and even though he knew he should’ve, he didn’t let go.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>By the middle of the day they were walking down the National Mall, amongst all the museums. Margaret was enjoying herself and didn’t seem to notice the awkwardness between her parents. They didn’t notice, either, that the awkwardness was slowly but surely evaporating. </p><p></p><p>The afternoon was coming to an end as they finally made their way down to the end of the Mall. </p><p>Donna looked at Ray as they stood there. “We should probably sit down and rest.”</p><p></p><p>Ray sat down gingerly on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial; Margaret had fallen asleep on his shoulder and was safely in a dream-world.</p><p></p><p>“Looks like someone had too much fun today,” he said.</p><p></p><p>“I had fun, too. It was really nice to spend some time with you. It seems like the last few years we would just kind of fight when we were together, or be cold to each other. I never wanted</p><p></p><p>that,” she replied.</p><p></p><p>“Neither did I. I’ll try harder not to be that way in the future. I want Margaret to grow up knowing that even if her parents aren’t together, they don’t hate each other.”</p><p></p><p>“Ray, I could never hate you.” She paused. “Especially not after you bought me lunch today.”</p><p></p><p>He looked at her and laughed. “I guess I’ll never be able to find a good steak unless I go back home, huh?”</p><p></p><p>“Well, I could take you someplace tomorrow to find a good one, but no, not as good as one they have at Southfork.”</p><p></p><p>“I think that would be great.”</p><p></p><p>They sat there together, watching the school kids and families who were walking alongside the reflecting pool, posing for pictures or stopping at a stand to buy souvenirs. They wondered, silently, what it would be like to have an uncomplicated life, one where they could be together and do the things normal families did.</p><p></p><p>Donna broke the silence. “Would you like me to take her?”</p><p></p><p>“No, I’m fine. I think she drooled on my shirt, but I’m okay.”</p><p></p><p>“Okay,” she said. She smiled at him, and her heart fluttered as he smiled back. The way a smile broke across his face still drove her crazy.</p><p></p><p>“We should head back, I guess. I need to have something ready for Margaret to eat when she finally wakes up. I guess today really tired her out.”</p><p></p><p>Ray stood and held his hand out to help her up. “I’m pretty worn out, myself.” He still held Margaret with his other arm.</p><p></p><p>Donna grabbed his hand and stood. “Thank you. I knew chivalry wasn’t dead. I guess you’re probably ready to eat by now, too.”</p><p></p><p>“I guess I am.” They walked toward the street. “You should let me cook for you one night.”</p><p></p><p>“I might be persuaded to let you do just that.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ray&Donna, post: 110814, member: 42"] June 10, 1989 The next morning they went out for breakfast before sightseeing. Until this trip they’d never had a meal alone together as a family—there had always been someone else around. When Ray watched Margaret he could see himself in her eyes, and he could tell she was smart. He wasn’t dumb by any stretch but he knew she took after her mother. He also knew that he wasn’t cultured, but he didn’t mind Donna taking him on a tour of the city today. Donna smiled at him as they walked down the street. She felt as though she never did anything fun anymore, that everything had become so mundane. She seemed to have a lilt in her voice as she recalled times past. “You know, I can still remember the first time Sam Culver ever took me through all of these buildings. I’d never been east of the Mississippi before, so this seemed like a whole different world to me.” He watched her as she recounted her experiences. “How does it feel now?” “Still kind of funny sometimes. Like I don’t fit, I don’t belong. Do you know what I mean?” “Yeah.” “I guess it’s the same with your ranch.” “Yeah, it’s just not the same. I always wanted my own ranch, a piece of Texas I could call my own. Almost as soon as I had it I gave it up.” She smiled at him. “You know what, Ray?” “What?” “We’re starting to sound like two bitter old people whose lives didn’t work out the way they’d hoped.” “I’m sorry. We really should be trying to have a good time.” “I’m sorry too.” Margaret interrupted as she pointed her finger skyward. “Look, Daddy!” They could see the U.S. Capitol building down the street, and she seemed particularly enamored by the dome. “Well, little lady, I think you’ve just picked out where we’re going next.” He felt Donna grab his hand as they crossed the street together, and even though he knew he should’ve, he didn’t let go. *** By the middle of the day they were walking down the National Mall, amongst all the museums. Margaret was enjoying herself and didn’t seem to notice the awkwardness between her parents. They didn’t notice, either, that the awkwardness was slowly but surely evaporating. The afternoon was coming to an end as they finally made their way down to the end of the Mall. Donna looked at Ray as they stood there. “We should probably sit down and rest.” Ray sat down gingerly on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial; Margaret had fallen asleep on his shoulder and was safely in a dream-world. “Looks like someone had too much fun today,” he said. “I had fun, too. It was really nice to spend some time with you. It seems like the last few years we would just kind of fight when we were together, or be cold to each other. I never wanted that,” she replied. “Neither did I. I’ll try harder not to be that way in the future. I want Margaret to grow up knowing that even if her parents aren’t together, they don’t hate each other.” “Ray, I could never hate you.” She paused. “Especially not after you bought me lunch today.” He looked at her and laughed. “I guess I’ll never be able to find a good steak unless I go back home, huh?” “Well, I could take you someplace tomorrow to find a good one, but no, not as good as one they have at Southfork.” “I think that would be great.” They sat there together, watching the school kids and families who were walking alongside the reflecting pool, posing for pictures or stopping at a stand to buy souvenirs. They wondered, silently, what it would be like to have an uncomplicated life, one where they could be together and do the things normal families did. Donna broke the silence. “Would you like me to take her?” “No, I’m fine. I think she drooled on my shirt, but I’m okay.” “Okay,” she said. She smiled at him, and her heart fluttered as he smiled back. The way a smile broke across his face still drove her crazy. “We should head back, I guess. I need to have something ready for Margaret to eat when she finally wakes up. I guess today really tired her out.” Ray stood and held his hand out to help her up. “I’m pretty worn out, myself.” He still held Margaret with his other arm. Donna grabbed his hand and stood. “Thank you. I knew chivalry wasn’t dead. I guess you’re probably ready to eat by now, too.” “I guess I am.” They walked toward the street. “You should let me cook for you one night.” “I might be persuaded to let you do just that.” [/QUOTE]
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