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tell her about Dwayne’s accident right away. She pulled up to the drive-thru window and gave their order. She hoped Mrs. Thomas liked McDonald’s.
As they pulled out with the french fry aroma filling the car, Sam absently said yes to Lindsey to have one fry on the way home. “Only one though. We’re almost there.” She asked Lindsey about her class again and they chatted about gymnastics for the five minutes left in their trip.
After arriving back at the house, Sam and Lindsey carried their purchases inside. Sam could hear the television running in the back and walked in to the kitchen to find Mrs. Thomas watching the local news. She looked up from her perch on the edge of one of the family room couches and flipped off the television.
“Hi! So nice to see you.” She was looking directly at Lindsey.
Lindsey looked down and said “Hi” in a barely audible voice. Lindsey was always shy around strangers and obviously did not remember Mrs. Thomas.
Sam jumped in, “Lindsey, you remember Mrs. Thomas from church. Why don’t you tell her about your gymnastics camp?”
Lindsey slowly moved towards Mrs. Thomas and started telling her about how she did the splits, almost. Mrs. Thomas smiled, tilted her head in a listening posture and began to nod at what Lindsey was saying. Her attentiveness quickly paid off and she had Lindsey laughing in a few minutes. By the time the three of them sat down to dinner they were like old friends.
As they were finishing up their meal, Mrs. Thomas offered to stay with Lindsey while Sam went and delivered her casserole. Sam tried to hide her wince. She really wanted to get a look at Mrs. Thomas’s album again before she left her daughter alone with her. How well did she really know Mrs. Thomas anyway?
She smiled and said, “Thanks so much but I was going to take Lindsey with me.”
“Where are we going?” inquired Lindsey. Sam looked away from Mrs. Thomas who smiled and nodded but looked a little hurt. Sam remembered the three finger salute and resolved not to feel badly.
“Lindsey, Dwayne is in the hospital. There was an accident and he was hurt.”
“Is he going to die?”
Sam always struggled with how much to tell her daughter. She hated lying but … “Most likely he’ll be all right. However, he’s very sick right now so we are going to bring some dinner to his parents. Do you want to ride your bike up the street or walk with me?”
“I’ll ride my bike.”
“All right. Let’s put our dishes away and then we’ll go.”
Mrs. Thomas interjected, “Please go ahead. I can clean up.” Sam opened her mouth to protest but Mrs. Thomas quickly overruled her, “Really, hon, I so appreciate your letting me stay. I want to help.”
“Thanks.” Sam and Mrs. Thomas smiled at each other, the awkwardness that was between them now gone.
Sam grabbed the second casserole from the refrigerator and followed her daughter out the front door which she locked. She usually wouldn’t think twice about leaving her house unlocked if she was going to be in the neighborhood, but given what had happened over at Mrs. Thomas’s place she needed to be more careful. Who knew what was going on in Fairfax?
Sam took her time walking up to the street. She suddenly felt very tired. She could not remember the last time so much had happened in one day. Definitely not since her Coast Guard days and even then only rarely would she have a day or a week in which two people died and another was badly injured.
Lindsey’s laughter stopped her from further reminiscing, thank goodness
.
She was making figure eights in the street to stay with Sam as she walked.
“Those figure eights are really nice, Lindsey. If you want to ride ahead you can. Just wait for me at Dwayne’s.”
“Okay!” Lindsey raced ahead, although not out of sight of Sam. She was spirited but not a risk taker
.
She was a good combination of both her parents.
Sam picked up her pace a bit, suddenly anxious to get this visit over
As they pulled out with the french fry aroma filling the car, Sam absently said yes to Lindsey to have one fry on the way home. “Only one though. We’re almost there.” She asked Lindsey about her class again and they chatted about gymnastics for the five minutes left in their trip.
After arriving back at the house, Sam and Lindsey carried their purchases inside. Sam could hear the television running in the back and walked in to the kitchen to find Mrs. Thomas watching the local news. She looked up from her perch on the edge of one of the family room couches and flipped off the television.
“Hi! So nice to see you.” She was looking directly at Lindsey.
Lindsey looked down and said “Hi” in a barely audible voice. Lindsey was always shy around strangers and obviously did not remember Mrs. Thomas.
Sam jumped in, “Lindsey, you remember Mrs. Thomas from church. Why don’t you tell her about your gymnastics camp?”
Lindsey slowly moved towards Mrs. Thomas and started telling her about how she did the splits, almost. Mrs. Thomas smiled, tilted her head in a listening posture and began to nod at what Lindsey was saying. Her attentiveness quickly paid off and she had Lindsey laughing in a few minutes. By the time the three of them sat down to dinner they were like old friends.
As they were finishing up their meal, Mrs. Thomas offered to stay with Lindsey while Sam went and delivered her casserole. Sam tried to hide her wince. She really wanted to get a look at Mrs. Thomas’s album again before she left her daughter alone with her. How well did she really know Mrs. Thomas anyway?
She smiled and said, “Thanks so much but I was going to take Lindsey with me.”
“Where are we going?” inquired Lindsey. Sam looked away from Mrs. Thomas who smiled and nodded but looked a little hurt. Sam remembered the three finger salute and resolved not to feel badly.
“Lindsey, Dwayne is in the hospital. There was an accident and he was hurt.”
“Is he going to die?”
Sam always struggled with how much to tell her daughter. She hated lying but … “Most likely he’ll be all right. However, he’s very sick right now so we are going to bring some dinner to his parents. Do you want to ride your bike up the street or walk with me?”
“I’ll ride my bike.”
“All right. Let’s put our dishes away and then we’ll go.”
Mrs. Thomas interjected, “Please go ahead. I can clean up.” Sam opened her mouth to protest but Mrs. Thomas quickly overruled her, “Really, hon, I so appreciate your letting me stay. I want to help.”
“Thanks.” Sam and Mrs. Thomas smiled at each other, the awkwardness that was between them now gone.
Sam grabbed the second casserole from the refrigerator and followed her daughter out the front door which she locked. She usually wouldn’t think twice about leaving her house unlocked if she was going to be in the neighborhood, but given what had happened over at Mrs. Thomas’s place she needed to be more careful. Who knew what was going on in Fairfax?
Sam took her time walking up to the street. She suddenly felt very tired. She could not remember the last time so much had happened in one day. Definitely not since her Coast Guard days and even then only rarely would she have a day or a week in which two people died and another was badly injured.
Lindsey’s laughter stopped her from further reminiscing, thank goodness
.
She was making figure eights in the street to stay with Sam as she walked.
“Those figure eights are really nice, Lindsey. If you want to ride ahead you can. Just wait for me at Dwayne’s.”
“Okay!” Lindsey raced ahead, although not out of sight of Sam. She was spirited but not a risk taker
.
She was a good combination of both her parents.
Sam picked up her pace a bit, suddenly anxious to get this visit over
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