The
Invitation
part 7
by Poet
It was Halloween when Luka arrived
home from pulling a double shift in the ER. He played back his
answering machine messages and heard an unfamiliar woman's voice.
She was saying, "Dr. Kovac, I'm Marjorie Ellis and I'm
calling to inform you that Roza delivered her baby last night. A
healthy boy--both mother and son are doing fine."
Luka replayed the message, committing the words to memory.
He was relieved to know that both Roza and her baby were fine.
But it made him want to be in St. Louis all the more.
A few days later the baby's birth announcement arrived in
the mail. to Luka's surprise and and delight, Roza had named her
son 'Luka Alen' after him! She had included with the announcement
a brief note of explanation.
'Dearest Luka,
I'm sure you're wondering why I named my son Luka so I'll
explain. After
you began visiting us, Viktor and I discussed naming the baby
after you
since we were going to choose you for his godfather. I know that
Viktor
would approve of my choice of a name and I hope you approve.
Enclosed is a
photograph of Little Luka. I promise to let you know when you can
come
visit.
Your friend,
Rozalija'
Luka set aside the announcement and sat staring at the
picture. As much as he wanted to be with Roza, he would do
anything to not have Viktor dead. A father should be with his
children and a mother should not have to raise the children
alone. Luka had seen so much death and suffering in his life
because of the war. But Viktor's death had been so senseless.
Thanksgiving found Luka working as usual and recalling a
year ago when Carol's babies had been born. He'd always felt
somewhat protective of them since he'd helped Carol to the
hospital.
The letter arrived about two weeks before Christmas. Luka
arrived home to find it waiting in his mailbox. Not even
bothering to get in out of the cold and the snow, he tore open
the envelope and quickly read the letter.
'Dearest Luka,
I am writing to invite you to come to St. Louis for Christmas. I
know you
will probably be alone for the holiday. My friend Marjorie has a
fold-out
couch and doesn't mind an extra guest. the children and I miss
you and it
would be a good time for you to meet Little Luka. Please let me
know as
soon as you can because I need to tell Marjorie.
Your friend,
Rozalija'
Luka hurried inside, ignoring Katica's complaining meows,
and headed for the phone. He knew that Kerry was working the
nightshift and he wanted to tell her about wanting Christmas off.
Quickly he dialed the ER and spoke to Amira. "Is Dr. Weaver
busy?"
Amira glanced at the board and said, "I don't believe
so, Dr. Kovac. Hold on a minute while I go get her."
"Thanks, Amira," Luka said.
Amira got up from the desk and headed for the lounge to
see if she could locate Kerry. She found her going over some
charts.
Kerry looked up and asked, "What is it, Amira?"
"Dr. Kovac is on line 3," Amira answered.
"Thanks," Kerry said. She set aside the charts
and got to her feet, heading for the desk where she picked up the
phone. "Yes, Luka?"
"Kerry, I wanted to know if it would be possible for
me to have Christmas off this year," Luka answered.
"I already have the schedule made up but I'll see
what I can do. Mind if I ask why you suddenly want Christmas
off?" Kerry inquired.
"I just got a letter from Rozalija Lukovic and she
invited me to spend the holiday in St. Louis," Luka
explained.
"I see. Well, I think I can do a little rearranging.
You have worked a lot of extra shifts this past year. My
suspension, Carter's attack and drug rehab, Mark's father...I can
let you work from 6:00am to 6:00pm Christmas eve day, be off all
day Christmas, and be back for the night shift on the 26th.
That's the best I can do, Luka," Kerry told him.
"That'll be okay, Kerry. It will give me time to
spend Christmas with Roza and the children. Thank you very
much," Luka said.
"You're welcome, Luka," Kerry said. She hung up
the phone and mentally began rearranging the schedule to give
Luka the time off she'd promised. Well, Malucci would just have
to work Christmas day after all.
Roza had included a phone number at the bottom of her
letter. After talking to Kerry, Luka fed and watered Katica and
fixed himself a mug of herbal tea. He hoped to be a long time
talking with Roza if she'd let him.
Katica was staring up at him and meowing loudly. *Well, it
took you long enough.*
"I'll be making a phone call, Katica, so please do
not bother me because I'll just ignore you," Luka told the
kitten.
She stared up at him and meowed. *We'll see about that.*
Luka made himself comfortable on the couch, took a sip of
tea and dialed the St. Louis phone number. He listened to the
rings and wondered if someone would pick up or he'd just get an
answering machine. Finally he heard a woman's voice say,
"Hello? This is Marjorie Ellis."
"Ms. Ellis, is Rozalija Lukovic there?" Luka
asked.
"She's busy right now. Who may I ask is
calling?" Marjorie inquired.
"My name is Luka Kovac and I'm calling from
Chicago," he answered.
"Oh, yes. You're the friend that Rozalija had me call
to tell about the baby."
"That's right. I'm calling to tell Roza that I will
be able to accept her invitation to spend Christmas," Luka
said.
"I know that Rozalija will be happy to have you
visit. She speaks of you often. I have plenty of room for you to
stay so don't worry about that," Marjorie assured him.
"I'm looking forward to the visit, Ms. Ellis,"
Luka said.
"Here comes Rozalija so I'll leave you two to
talk," Marjorie said and handed the phone to her friend.
"It's that doctor from Chicago."
"Luka?" Roza asked as she took the phone.
"Yes. And he will be able to come here for
Christmas," Marjorie added.
"Luka, it's wonderful to hear from you," Roza
told him.
"You too, Roza," he replied, suddenly feeling
shy. Now that he'd waited so long to talk to her, he couldn't
think of a thing to say!
"Marjorie told me that you're going to be able to
come visit for Christmas," Roza continued.
"That's right. But I can't stay that long. I get off
at 6:00pm--or whenever I can get away on the 24th. I have off all
day Christmas and expected back at County by 7:00pm the
26th," Luka told her.
"That will give us time to visit anyway. The children
will be asleep but I'll be waiting up when you get here. Little
Luka keeps me up most of the night sometimes. Then after the
children go to school, I nap and Marjorie looks after the
baby," Roza said.
"It maybe late when I get there. Hopefully the
weather will be good," Luka said.
"I'll mail you the instructions on how to get here. I
cannot wait to see you again, Luka," Roza told him.
"And I cannot wait until I see you and the
children," Luka replied.
"Then Christmas cannot come soon enough for us, huh?
I know it cannot for the children. I've got the presents under
lock and key. Otherwise the twins would be into theirs by
now," Roza said and laughed.
"I remember how I had to hide everything from Jasna.
Marco was too little to really go looking. He would get into the
presents if Jasna brought him his," Luka recalled.
"Oh, how I'd get up early Christmas morning,
sometimes too early for my parents who were still tired from
midnight Mass. A special breakfast, open the presents, and then
Mass again. Later Mirjana and I would gather at her home or mine
to compare presents and exchange what we had for each
other," Roza said.
"Christmas is so much different here in the United
States. So much the Santa Claus and the gift giving. But not so
much the spiritual side. I loved the presents but I always knew
the true meaning," Luka said.
"I know. But the twins want to see Santa Claus and I
will take them. It's something they've done every year. THe older
ones are more into the meaning of Christmas although they do love
the presents. It's too bad that their school cannot show very
much about the true meaning," Roza continued.
"I know. Last Christmas Eve we had a church youth
choir come and sing Christmas carols in various wards. They even
sang a couple in the ER. Last year I was working a double shift
on Christmas Eve so someone with a family wouldn't have to
work," Luka replied.
"Luka, call me when you get off work on the 24th.
Then I'll know you're on your way. I'll try and talk to you
before then," Roza said.
"I'll call," he promised.
"I need to see to the children. Goodbye, Luka. It was
nice talking with you," she said slowly.
"It's been nice talking to you, Roza. Goodbye,"
he said and hung up the phone. He took a sip of his now cold tea
and looked thoughtful.
The next day at County, Luka sought Kerry out to talk to
her for a few minutes before she headed home. "I wanted to
tell you that I'm really looking forward to getting to St. Louis
for Christmas," he said quietly.
"I'm glad, Luka. You deserve the time off,"
Kerry replied.
Since Luka was going to start working the nightshift for
the next week, he decided that he'd better get some shopping
done. It had been so long since he'd shopped for children's'
gifts, that he really didn't know what to buy. He knew that the
twins liked Pokemon but didn't know what all they had. So he
decided not to get any of that. After some thought, he decided to
go back to the shop where he'd bought Jasaminka's teddy bear.
The young woman was still working there and she
immediately recognized him. "So how did the little girl like
her teddy bear?" she asked.
"She loved it. I'm a doctor and she named it after
me," Luka answered.
"Looking for Christmas gifts?" the young woman
asked.
"Yes. I'm not sure just what to buy for
children," Luka replied.
"I know. What is popular changes so often. What did
you have in mind?"
"I don't really know," Luka admitted as he
looked around the shelves.
"How old are the children?" she asked.
"Well, there are the five-year-old twins, a girl
ten-years-old and a boy twelve," Luka told her.
"How about twin teddy bears? I have a pair of boy and
girl bears in matching outfits," the young woman suggested.
"Sounds like a good suggestion," he agreed.
"You know, for the older girl, you might get a nice
locket or necklace. GIrls that age always like jewelry."
"Thank you for the suggestions. I think that I will
buy the teddy bears and a couple of puzzles," Luka said.
"An excellent choice," she told him.
After paying for his purchases, Luka carried them out to
his car and then went looking for another store to shop in. He
wanted to get Roza something very special. Remembering that
he often passed a jewelry store not far from the hospital, he
headed there.
Inside the jewelry store, Luka headed for a display of
necklaces and pendants. A delicate topaz cross caught his
attention. He knew that was her birthstone. And on a fine gold
gold chain, it would look beautiful around her neck. The cross
was within his price range and he couldn't think of a better
gift. "Can I please have this gift wrapped?" he asked
the clerk.
"Of course, Sir. A Christmas present?" she
asked.
"Yeah. And do you have any inexpensive jewelry
suitable for a young girl?" Luka asked.
"We have smaller crosses and also some heart
lockets," she replied.
"Well, I don't really recall the girl's
birthday," Luka began.
"If you're getting gifts for a mother and daughter,
they could match, you know," she told him. "I'll show
you where they are."
The crosses were a little smaller than the one Luka had
picked out for Roza.They were almost half the price so he picked
out a small topaz one for Zelika. Carrying it back to the
counter, he said, "could you also gift wrap this? And do you
have any tags to put on the boxes so I can tell them apart?"
She nodded and reached under the counter to remove two
holly trimmed gift tags. She handed them to Luka along with a pen
filled with dark red ink.
Luka quickly took one and wrote on it: 'To Rozalija--From
Luka'. "This goes on the package with the first cross,"
he explained.
Leaving the jewelry store with the two crosses, Luka
headed for the nearby
discount/grocery store. He had to get
necessities like kitten food and cat litter, as well as some food
for himself. In the electronics department, he saw a fancy remote
controlled truck and decided to get it for Little Viktor. As he
was passing the pet department, he spotted a cat's Christmas
stocking and decided to get it for Katica.
In making all of his plans to get to St. Louis, Luka had
completely forgotten about the kitten. Taking her with him was
not an option since he planned to leave directly from the ER. He
could either board her for a few days or have a neighbor or
co-worker come in and look after her.
The 24th finally arrived! Luka had made arrangements with
a neighbor to come in twice a day to feed, water, and play with
Katica. As well as changing her litter box. He told the kitten,
"I'll be back in a couple of days. Mind Jessica and don't
tear up the place while I'm gone. Okay?"
She looked up at him with pleading eyes and softly meowed.
*You're going to leave me here ALL alone? I'll be so lonely.
Please stay.*
Luka scooped her up to give her a hug and a pet.
"You'll be okay, Katica. Jessica will make sure you get
plenty of kitten treats and you'll have your Christmas stocking.
Now be a good girl. I even left my bedroom door open so you can
sleep on the bed," he told her.
She licked his ear and he laughed before setting her down.
He'd already given his neighbor the spare key the night before.
Picking up his suitcase and the bags full of presents, he headed
out to his car.
At 6:00am the ER was already getting busy. It was a Sunday
so the weekend partying had been going on for quite awhile. Now
victims from drunk driving accidents were being brought in. Luka
barely had time to grab his lab coat and stethoscope before being
put to work. Carter had worked the nightshift and was ready for a
break. "Glad you're here, Dr. Kovac," he said as Luka
joined him in Trauma One with a critical MVA victim.
"Busy night, huh?" Luka asked as he quickly
accessed the patient.
"You said it!" Carter replied, preparing to
intubate.
"Did you call for a surgical consult?" Luka
asked.
"Yes. They said that they'd send down someone as soon
as possible," Carter answered.
"What have we got?" Benton asked as he strode
into the room.
"Fourteen-year-old girl in MVA--abdominal tenderness
and head trauma," Carter replied.
"She's next for the OR," Benton decided, as he
examined the girl.
As soon as the patient was being wheeled to Surgery, Luka
took a minute to leave his 'Secret Santa' gift with the rest. He
had drawn Abby's name and bought her an old medical book he'd
found in an antique store, as well as a small flower pin.
Right after Carter got off shift, he brought Luka a
package. "Here's your gift since you won't be here
tomorrow," he explained.
"Thank you, Carter," Luka said as he took
the package.
"Well, 'Merry Christmas' and I'm off until
tomorrow," Carter said and headed for the lounge.
"Merry Christmas," Luka replied. He looked at
the tag, noting that it was from Abby. Curious as to what she had
gotten him, he tore it open. Inside was a pine green shirt and a
tie with candy canes on it. *At least I can wear this shirt in
public* he thought as he read her brief note. 'Saw this and
couldn't help thinking how you'd look in Christmas colors'
He carefully folded up the shirt and tie and put them away
in his locker. Then he headed off to check the board.
It turned out to be a busy day and by the time 6:00pm
arrived, Luka was already feeling tired. Kerry arrived to take
over the ER and he ran the board for her. "Ready for your
time off?" she asked.
"Yeah. Thanks again, Kerry, for giving me the time
off," Luka replied as he headed for the lounge.
Abby had come in early and was in the lounge taking off
her coat. She turned to Luka and asked, "Did you get your
'Secret Santa' gift yet?"
"I did. Thank you, Abby. I will definitely wear THIS
shirt," Luka answered. He opened his locker to put away his
lab coat and stethoscope.
"Well, we did get a little carried away with your
birthday present. So I thought something a little less colorful
for Christmas," she said.
Luka pulled on his jacket and grabbed his present.
"Well, thanks again. I'll see you on the 26th. Have a
Merry Christmas," he said and headed out the door.
"Merry Christmas, Luka," Abby called out after
him.
Suddenly remembering his promise to Roza, Luka turned and
headed back to the lounge. "I just remembered that I need to
make a phone call," he explained.
"A private one?" Abby asked.
"Not really. I promised a friend that I'd call her
when I got off work," Luka replied. He reached in his pocket
for Marjorie's telephone number. He quickly read over it and then
dialed the number.
"Hello?" said the cheerful voice at the other
end of the line.
"Ms. Ellis, may I speak to Rozalija?" Luka
asked.
"Oh, hello, Dr. Kovac. She's busy getting the
children ready to go to the Christmas Eve service at my church.
We have a beautiful candle lit service," Marjorie said.
"Could you tell Roza that I'm starting on my way to
St. Louis now?" Luka asked.
"Of course. We'll say a prayer that you have a safe
trip and we'll see you when you arrive," she answered.
"Thank you. Goodbye, Ms. Ellis," Luka said and
hung up the phone. He picked up his present and headed out the
door again.
Once Luka got on the interstate, he drove as fast as the
speed limit would allow. About halfway to St. Louis, he pulled
into a roadside convience store/gas station. Having left without
getting anything to eat, he decided he'd better stop and get some
hot coffee and a sandwich. Besides, he needed to fill up the gas
tank. After filling the tank, he entered the store and wandered
over to the case of microwaveable sandwiches. Grabbing a ham and
cheese sandwich, he bought a travel mug to fill with coffee.The
girl at the cash register said, "You're my last customer for
the day. Good thing you got here when you did because I'm about
to close up."
"So, I guess I'm lucky," Luka commented as he
paid for his purchases.
"Have a Merry Christmas," she said.
"You too," Luka replied and headed out the door.
Once in his car, he turned on the heater and ate his sandwich
while reading over the directions Roza had sent him. After a few
minutes, he turned on the radio, found a station playing
Christmas music and pulled back onto the interstate.
It was after midnight when Luka finally located the old
three story house where Roza and the children were staying. He
pulled into the drive and got out. With presents and suitcase in
hand, he headed for the door.
Roza had been watching out the window for him. She quickly
opened the door, saying, "Luka, come on in!"
"Hello, Roza," he said as he stepped inside.
A small silver haired woman had been sitting nearby but
got to her feet to greet their guest. "You must
be very tired from all that driving," she said.
"Ms. Ellis, a pleasure to meet you," Luka said.
He took her hand and bowed slightly. "Thank you for inviting
me to stay in your home."
"You're welcome, Dr. Kovac," she said with a
smile. "But I insist that you call me 'Marjorie'."
"Then you must call me 'Luka'. It's a bit less formal
than Dr. Kovac," he replied, smiling at her.
"Let's go show you where to sleep," Roza told
him. She looked at the two shopping bags. "Presents?"
"Yes. I couldn't come empty handed, could I?"
Luka asked with a smile.
"That's good. Because we have presents for you,"
Roza replied.
"I'm letting you stay in the basement. It's really
quite nice with carpeting and a bathroom with a shower. I thought
you might like a quiet place to get some sleep without the
children disturbing you," Marjorie explained.
"That's very thoughtful of you. Where do you want me
to put the presents?" Luka asked.
"Just leave the bags up here and I'll put everything
under the tree," Marjorie answered. She led the way down to
the basement. "I already have the couch made up for
you."
"Thank you very much," he said.
At the bottom of the stairs, Marjorie flipped on the
light. "Here you are."
Luka looked around the basement, noticing the couch
against one wall. It was folded out and covered by a quilt.
Nearby was a standing lamp and an open door led to a small
bathroom. "I'm sure I'll be very comfortable down here
," he told the women.
"Well, I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning.
Pleasant dreams, Luka," Marjorie said as she headed for the
stairs.
"Goodnight, Marjorie," Luka said.
Once they were alone, Roza wrapped her arms around his
waist and buried her face against his shoulder. "Oh, Luka,
I've missed you so much," she said softly.
"I've missed you, Roza," he replied, stroking
her back.
She stepped away and said, "Well, I'll leave you to
get some sleep. I doubt that I can keep the children away from
the presents much later than 6:30. You're welcome to join us in
the living room then."
"I'll be happy to do that," he said.
Roza lightly kissed his cheek and said, "Goodnight,
Luka, and pleasant dreams."
"Goodnight, Roza," he replied. He took off his
jacket and hung it over a chair. Opening his suitcase, he removed
the pair of sweat pants and shirt that he wore as pyjamas in the
winter, and put them on. Climbing into bed, he was asleep within
minutes.
Luka was awakened by Roza gently shaking his shoulder. He
rolled over and
opened his eyes, asking, "What time is it?"
"It's a little after 6:00, Luka. We want you to come
upstairs and join us in opening presents," Roza answered.
"Okay," he said and sat up, kicking off the
quilt. "Just let me get dressed."
"What you're wearing is all right. I'm still in my
night clothes and so will the children. Come on," she said.
Luka slipped on his shoes and followed her to the living
room. Jasaminka turned her attention from the presents to run to
him. "Dr. Luka! I've missed you!" she said excitedly.
"And I've missed you too, Little One," Luka
said. He reached down to lift her up so she could hug him.
Roza sat on the couch and reached into the baby carrier
beside her. "Meet Little Luka," she said proudly.
Luka took the baby in his arms, immediately recalling the
correct way to hold an infant. He stared down at him with a
joyful expression on his face. The baby waved tiny fists so he
stuck out his index finger for Little Luka to grab hold of.
Roza saw the expression on Luka's face and she thought.
*Life isn't fair! It should be Viktor holding his own son and
Luka should still have his own family. Not both of us here,
trying to deal with our losses.*
Marjorie appeared from the kitchen and announced,
"Time for the fun!"
Luka relunctantly placed Little Luka back in the carrier
and turned to Roza. "Now what?" he asked.
"Now, children, just one gift at a time,"
Marjorie said. She looked at the twins. "You shall be my
little helpers. Now, I think that our guest should get the first
present." She picked up a brightly wrapped package and
handed it to Jasaminka. "Take it to Luka."
Jasaminka proudly carried it over to Luka and handed it to
him. "Here you are," she said.
"Thank you," he replied and opened the package.
Inside was a heavy navy blue knitted sweater. He looked at the
gift tag. "Thank you, Roza."
She smiled and said, "I know that winters get cold in
Chicago."
Roza's gift was next and Nikola brought her the package
from Luka. She opened it up and held up the cross. "It's
beautiful. Thank you."
"I even remembered your birth
month. Here, I'll put it on you," he said and took the
cross. She held her hair up while he fastened it around her neck.
The gift giving continued with the twins proudly
distributing the presents. When the last package had been opened,
Marjorie said, "Breakfast in five minutes," and went
back to the kitchen.
Luka turned to Roza and asked, "How did you happen to
get aquainted with Marjorie?"
Roza smiled and answered, "Viktor and I answered her
ad in the paper when we first came here. We needed a place to
stay and I was still pregnant with the twins. Marjorie took us in
and didn't ask for any money until Viktor got a teaching job. So,
when I decided to leave Chicago for a time, I just thought about
coming here. I knew that she would help me with the children.
And my decision. She looked up at Luka. "I'm glad that she
likes you and you like her."
"She's hard not to like. I'm glad she let me stay
here because otherwise I'd probably miss out on a lot of time
with you and the children," Luka admitted.
"I'll let Marjorie tell you a little bit about
herself and then you'll realize why she opens her home to
strangers," Roza said. She touched his arm. "Come on,
let's eat."
Inside the dining room, on the table, were plates of warm
crepes as well as all kinds of fillings and toppings. Pitchers of
egg nog and juice were also there. Marjorie said, "Before we
eat, I'll ask the blessing on our food. Everybody bow your heads.
'Oh, Lord, as we celebrate this day of your birth, I thank you
for this opportunity to get together with old friends and new.
Help us to keep in mind what this day really means. In your name,
we pray. Amen.'"
Feeling very hungry, Luka reached for a plate and filled
it up.
When breakfast was over, and the children had went back to
their toys. Marjorie took Luka aside and said. "Rozalija
told me that you have no family, and that you'd be alone. I have
no family. My husband I lost to cancer ten years ago. My children
are all dead. My oldest son to a war that made no sense. My other
son was to a drunk driver behild the wheel of a car. My only
daughter I lost to a rapist/murderer when she was only
seventeen."
"I'm sorry," Luka said quietly.
"No. Don't be. At my age I can make my own family.
Rozalija is like a daughter to me. And her children are like my
grandchildren. But I don't have a son. Perhaps when you come
visit, you can be my 'son'," Marjorie continued.
"I think I'd like that," Luka told her.
"I know that Rozalija was missing you and I figured
that you were missing her. So I decided that Christmas would be a
good time for you to see each other again," Marjorie
explained.
"Thank you for letting me stay here," Luka said,
and then without planning to, he yawned.
"Why don't you go back downstairs and rest?"
Marjorie suggested. "I won't be starting dinner for awhile
yet and the children will be playing with their toys."
He smiled and said, "I'm a doctor--I'm used to going
without sleep."
"All the more reason to sleep when you can," she
pointed out.
Luka discovered that there was no use arguing with the
woman and gracefully gave in. "All right. Please tell Roza
that I'm downstairs," he requested.
"I will. She's probably ready to take a nap
herself," Marjorie replied.
Luka headed downstairs to the basement and sprawled out on
the bed, soon falling fast asleep. He awakened several hours
later feeling more rested. After a shower and a shave, he decided
that he looked more presentable and got dressed.
The smell of cooking told him that Marjorie had started
the meal so he headed for the kitchen. She looked up from the pan
she was stirring to say, "Oh, there you are. Have a nice
nap?"
"I did," Luka replied.
"Good. You're just in time to help me. How good are
you at chopping vegetables?"
"Okay--I guess."
"Then you can can chop up the celery, onions and
mushrooms for the dressing," Marjorie instructed. She
pointed him over to where everything was ready. "Don't cut
your fingers."
"I'll try not to," Luka said and set to work. He
soon had the vegetables chopped and she added them to the pan of
butter and herbs.
"My own special dressing recipe. Now, when this is
done, I mix it with seasoned bread cubes and chicken broth. And
then I'm ready to stuff the turkey," she explained.
"Really, you don't have to go to all this trouble to
fix a meal," Luka began.
"And, what you don't understand, Young Man, is that I
like going "to all this trouble". I've done it for
years and I'll keep on doing it," Marjorie pointed out as
she mixed the dressing. "If you and Rozalija and the
children weren't here--I'd be cooking for someone else. You're
just who I have this year."
"I see. It's just that I haven't spent a Christmas
like this in a long time," Luka told her.
"Not since your family was killed?" she asked
quietly.
Luka nodded and said, "Yeah," in an equally
quiet tone of voice.
"I'm all ready to start stuffing the turkey and I'm
going to need your help," Marjorie said.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked.
"Just keep ahold of the turkey while I get it
stuffed. Then we'll pop it in the oven and I'll work on the other
stuff later."
As soon as the turkey was in the oven, Luka asked,
"Where's Roza at?"
"Upstairs on the third floor. I have a litle
apartment up there where they stay," Marjorie answered.
"Thanks," Luka said and headed for the stairs.
Upstairs in the apartment, Roza was sitting in a rocker
holding the baby. She heard a knock on the door and said,
"Come in. It's unlocked."
Luka opened the door and headed over to where she sat. He
leaned down to take the baby from her. Sitting down on a chair,
he held Little Luka and whispered, "You are so tiny."
"Yes. But babies get bigger. Remember?" Roza
said and laughed.
"Yeah. One day you can hold them
in your arms and the next day they're running all over the
place," Luka recalled.
"Marjorie said that you were taking a nap. catching
up on your rest?"
"Yeah. I couldn't really stand there and argue with
her. Then she had me helping her in the kitchen. That's why I
haven't been up sooner," he replied.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Roza asked.
"I'm enjoying it all--the gift opening, the
breakfast. Even helping Marjorie," he assured her.
"Good. Now do you remember how to change a
diaper?" Roza asked.
"I remember. I had a friend who has twin baby girls
and I often helped with them," Luka replied.
"Let's carry Little Luka to the bedroom to change
him," Roza said. She led the way to a room just big enough
for a full sized bed, a low dresser, a chair and a bassinet.
"Just lay him on the dresser."
Luka gently placed the baby on the plastic mat. He then
took the clean diaper and baby wipes that Roza handed him.
"What do I do with the diaper?" he asked.
"Just fold it up and put it in the wastebasket," Roza
replied. She smiled slightly as she watched him expertly remove
the dirty diaper and carefully clean up Little Luka. The baby was
soon in a clean diaper and looking much happier.
"Where can I wash up?" Luka asked.
"I'll show you where the bathroom is," Roza
said. She led the way past several doors and pointed to an open
one. "The boys have a small room and so do the girls. We
also have a tiny kitchen."
"Isn't it a little cozy for six people?" he
asked as he washed his hands.
Roza stood holding the baby and replied, "Not any
more than the apartments we had in Zagreb. Besides, in the
summer, we're coming back to Chicago."
Luka was sitting on the floor helping the twins with
puzzles when Marjorie entered the apartment. "I thought I'd
find everybody up here. Dinner's ready," she announced.
"We'll be down in a few minutes," Roza told her.
Besides the turkey and dressing, there was also corn,
mashed potatoes and gravy, several kinds of salad, hot rolls and
a red and green Christmas cake. Marjorie said the blessing and
then carved the turkey, saying, "Eat up. I made
plenty."
"Everything looks delicious," Luka said as he
filled his plate.
The meal was over and everything put away, Litle Viktor
got out the 'Life' game and spread it out on the dining rom
table. Marjorie joined them in the game. Luka chose the green car
again and this time was a teacher.
"What do you teach?" Roza asked.
"Medical students," he replied. He discover that
again he had no talent for making any money but had a car full of
kids. "I gues this is how I'm meant to be."
Roza leaned over to whisper, "Maybe you will have a
car full of children one day." She lightly kissed his cheek.
*I could, couldn't I?* he thought as he looked at Roza.
She turned to the twins and announced, "Time for
bed."
"Do we have to?" Jasaminka asked.
"Yes, you do, Little One," Luka said and picked
her up. "Go to bed like a good little girl and I'll read you
a story."
"Okay, Dr. Luka," she said happily.
Roza picked up the baby carrier and they headed upstairs.
"Goodnight, Marjorie," she told the older woman.
"Goodnight, children, Rozalija. I'll see you
tomorrow."
Once Jasaminka was in her pyjamas and settled in bed, Luka
picked up a book about a lonely kitten and began to read.
"Once there lived a lonely little kitten named..."
Roza got Little Luka settled in the bassinet and then
peeked in on Luka and Jasiminka. He was reading in a quiet
soothing tone of voice and the little girl was drifting off to
sleep.
Luka laid the book aside, placed a finger on his lips and
tiptoed out of the room. "Sleeping like a little
angel," he whispered.
"Why don't you read to Nikola for a few
minutes?" she suggested.
"All right," he agreed.
As soon as both twins were fast asleep, Luka led Roza into
the kitchen and took her in his arms. "I have had the most
wonderful time," he said softly.
"Christmas has been very special having you
here," she replied.
"Too bad I have to go back to Chicago tomorrow,"
he sighed.
"But you can always come back to St. Louis. And when
you do, Luka, I'll be right here waiting."