I apologize for this taking so long to get up… I am not normally a procrastinator but for some reason I did not have any way to write this chapter. I have the story planed out but I am having trouble developing certain story lines to name one, Amy and the Crazy horse. So I finally just scraped it and will re work it in to an upcoming chapter.

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"Peter; Ty, I changed my mind. The dresser should go over here." Lou pointed
to a spot against the wall.

Amy stuck her head out of the closet where she was hanging Katie's small
clothes. "Lou, you and I can move it ourselves later. Let them get the trailer
unloaded and we can unpack."

Lou thought for a moment. "Okay, fine. Leave it where it is, but don't leave.
I will need you to move some things around later."

"Lou, leave them alone. If you are nice to them, we can pawn Katie off on them
tomorrow and shop for a couch, a dining room table, and anything else this
place needs to look like home." Amy smiled, knowing that she was getting
herself in to trouble.

Lou smiled back at her sister. "Okay, but we drive to Calgary. I am not buying
a couch here in Hudson."

"I knew that when I offered, Lou," Amy said, picking up another box marked
toys.

"Amy, this house had six bedrooms. I think Katie needs a play room. All her
toys can go in one of the other rooms." Lou pointed to the door.

Amy gestured to the chipped paint on the walls of Katie's room. "Well, every
room in this house needs to be painted, so I will just set this in the hall."

Lou looked up from where she was putting together Katie's bed. "NO!" she
exclaimed, "I need to paint that too!"

"Jack, I just got a call from my friend at the embassy. She got a ticket back
to Canada tonight." Lisa tried to smile.

Jack looked up. "'A' ticket? As in just one?"

Lisa nodded sadly. "Yes, it's for you."

"What about you? I am not leaving you here." Jack set down the book he was
reading and stood up.

"Jack, my father was a citizen of France and my mother of England. That makes
me a citizen of Canada, England, and France. I can take a boat to England
without a visa then fly out back to Canada. But you would have to apply for a
visa. I don't have to. So take the plane ticket and go. I will be along a day
or so later." Lisa held out a slip of paper. "Please." She wiped away a tear
that threatened.

"Lisa..."

Lisa looked at Jack pleadingly, "Please go. She turned around and grabbed her
car keys. "The airport is small, and it will take a while to get there. We
need to leave soon."

Jack nodded. "Okay, call the girls for me while I pack."

Lisa faked a smile. "I will," she said, and glanced at an old picture on her
desk of her family. It had been taken only a month before her mother had died,
but the smiling family in the picture was evidently oblivious to the events
that would soon destroy them. Fires had raged through England and protesters
had taken to the streets. Lisa had watched as her mother and father had been
dragged out of the car and beaten for no other reason but that she was there.
Her mother died and her father had been left to pick up the pieces.

The house in France had been left to rot, and the house in Britain forgotten.
All the family's money had been poured in to Fairfield and making it in to a
home.

Lisa looked sadly at the photo and turned away. She had other things to worry
about.

Amy and Lou had been shopping for only an hour and they had managed to
purchase a couch and a dining room table. Now Lou was looking for matching
chairs that also met her specifications.

"Lou, don't you think we should have just gotten the chairs that were with the
display table?" Amy asked. "It would have been a thousand times easer." She
motioned to the display.

"No," Lou replied dismissively. "I don't like those. I want something that is
'Country' with a Modern twist. If you don't want to look for chairs, Katie
needs a book shelf and toy chest for her play room." Lou gestured to the
children's department. "I will let you decorate her play room. You can get the
paint and whatever else."

Amy looked at Lou. "Okay, but then you are not going in there. It will be a
surprise. You can't tell me what to do or how to do it. In fact, you can't go
in the room 'til I finish. I will seal the room."

Lou thought for a moment and then said: "I will even trust you with my credit
card."

"Okay. I will do the play room, but keep your money. This is my gift to
Katie." Amy smiled. Almost everything she needed was in the attic at
Heartland. "I think I will go to a different store though."

Lou looked at her sister in surprise, "You can't-"

Amy cut her off: "You agreed not to interfere." With a smile she said, "'Bye
Lou."

Amy brushed the cobwebs off an old, oversized tack trunk as Ty's familiar
truck pulled down the drive way. The truck pulled to a stop and Ty stepped
out. "I got your call," he said. "What's up?"

"I am designing Katie's play room and I need help. I want to turn this tack
trunk in to a toy chest, but it's so big that I want to cut it open in the
middle so she can walk in and have a divider on each side that forms two
separate toy boxes," Amy said. "I need help to build a playhouse or something.
Oh, and there is a book case in the attic that I can't get out... and I also
need to move this to the Quonset hut."

Ty laughed. "Wow. Any particular reason we have to do all of this today?"

"'Cause I have to start working with the crazy horse tomorrow," Amy explained,
gesturing to the horse pacing the fence line behind her.

Ty looked at the dusty chest. "Okay, you're lucky I have the day off."

Amy smiled sweetly and kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

Lisa looked over at Jack sadly. "You have your passport?"

"Yes. Lisa, I got everything I need," Jack said as they pulled in to the small
airport parking lot.

"Okay, I called the girls. Amy's phone went to voice mail and Lou's was busy.
I called Peter and he is going to pick you up so you can surprise the girls,"
Lisa said as she got out of the truck.

Jack chuckled and said, "I can't wait to see their faces.

"I know."

Lisa took Jack's arm as they walked in to the small building. They walked
through security scanners at the entrance silently.

"Are you sure about this whole thing? I have a bad feeling about leaving you
here," Jack said worriedly. He sat down on a nearby bench and Lisa did the
same.

"Jack, I was born here. I will be fine. I only wish you had gotten to see more
of the country before the protesters turned it in to national news."

Jack chuckled. "Lisa, I can see why you love it here. And I saw two months of
it before these 'tax the rich not the poor' protests started up."

Lisa looked up. The speakers called for flight 109 to board. She and Jack
stood up, both dreading the good-bye that they had to bid.

"I'll be along in a few days. Don't worry," she said, more to convince herself
than Jack.

"Okay," Jack replied, and kissed Lisa. She wrapped her arms around his neck,
enjoying the kiss while it lasted.

When they broke away, Lisa had tears pooling in her eyes. She impatiently
blinked them away. "You should go."

Jack nodded and wrapped her in a hug and whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too." Lisa was now only moments away from crying. "Go," she
whispered. "I will be along in a few days."
But it would be much longer than a few days before she saw him again.

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