Chapter 82

Gothenburg Sweden is a seaside city that oozes old world charm. Its old classic architecture combines easily with modern skyscrapers. We walked for hours, seeing everything from the Liseberg, Scandinavia's largest amusement park, with roller coasters galore, to the museums in the arts district, where the Museum of Fine Art – the Göteborgs Konstmuseum, house an amazing array of classics and famous Nordic art.

Rebecca dragged Colleen onto a couple of coasters that looked positively lethal, while I waited for them on a bench, enjoying watching them get thrown about. It would not be safe for me to be exposed to those kinds of physical stresses, but I LOVED watching them have a ball.

The Göteborgs Konstmuseum housed six centuries of Nordic art. Colleen loved the museums. Rebecca loved the marinas, tall sailing ships, and beautiful water taxis. We spent hours as our driver slowly took us around the city by water.

Directly across the street from the Liseberg, is STUK Manufaktur, where Colleen and Rebecca shopped for all sorts of new clothing. Their hours of browsing resulted in fabulous gifts for Mr. Bell and Millie, Maggie, Sherrie, Jerry, and Jennifer, as well as the ladies in Colleen's office and the gals who worked for Rebecca before she retired.

When suppertime finally arrived, we walked down Gothenburg's street of restaurants, the Haga Nygata. It was pretty much all Nordic food, but we found a charming Italian place, some seedy Chinese nooks, and several other non-Nordic eating places.

We discovered that we were excellent tourists. Our guards stayed with us, but not on top of us. If you didn't pay close attention, you'd have never known they were there. I upgraded their accommodations to suites, so their down time was as restful as possible, and Colleen arranged to add enough relief guards to keep everyone fresh.

Hotel Riverton is one of Gothenburg's five star hotels. We took most of their available suites, including their most elegant, for ourselves. Rebecca and Colleen LOVED the way the Riverton pampered them. They luxuriated in the old world style of customer service, and more than once remarked on how easy it would be to get used to such over the top care.

My time was mostly taken up with Jennifer. As soon as we arrived, Sherrie rolled Jennifer's chair down the hall to our suite. Her eyes shined like the stars, as she hugged me, pulled me down to her level, and lectured me about missing Christmas with her. Jennifer agreed to forgive me, "just this once," and I promised to try to do better.

For over two hours, we talked, laughed, giggled, poked fun, and told each other our 'secrets, ' before Sherrie put a stop to our date and announced it was time for Jennifer to get ready for bed.

"Would it help for me to come along and hold her while you get her ready?" I asked.

Sherrie was quick to say, "Brian, the nurses and doctor you hired won't let me do much of anything, as far as Jennifer's day to day care is concerned. These folks bathe her and rub her down with the liniments and mineral treatments that Doctor Abrams prescribed. They also feed her, dress her, comb her hair, take care of her in the bathroom, and change her diapers. Apparently Rebecca put the fear of God into their boss, and she's here, overseeing Jennifer's every need.

"Thank you, so much for this gift – for all the gifts you've provided for my baby girl. I can never repay you, but I want to try.

"Find something that only I can do for you, and tell me. I'll do it.

"I don't care what it is. I'm there, Brian.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you..." She kissed me, passionately, and made sure I felt her pubic mound pressing against mine. It felt good to hold Sherrie in my arms again. She smelled fresh and sexy, just like I remembered.

While Colleen and Rebecca had a spa day, I accompanied Sherrie to the clinic. Jennifer was already there, being treated by a large group of attendants. It was explained to me that they were testing micro doses of customized chemicals that, they hoped, would begin to fight off the cells damaging Jennifer's organs. The process was time consuming, but the doctor that led us through the treatment plan assured me that it was entirely painless.

Jennifer certainly didn't look like she was in any pain, as the team swirled around her bed.

After lunch, Sherrie and I spent some time with Doctor Abrams. "So, Brian? You looking like maybe you got hit by a hard rock or tall stone? Yes? What happened since we saw you in New York that you maybe nearly died?" He got to the core so fast, I was astounded.