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the corridor, his back probably a little straighter than before he arrived.
The girl behind the counter mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Abby before busying herself by getting two new cups of coffee ready. Abby picked them up with a smile and headed back to our table.
“That poor man,” she said as she set my cup in front of me. “I feel so bad that I spilled my coffee on him.”
I eyed my newfound friend suspiciously. “I’m going to hazard a guess that some sort of martial arts may be one of your hobbies that you mentioned earlier.”
She looked at me with surprise, “Wow, that’s right, you a detective too?”
“I may have dabbled,” I said as I leaned back in my chair. “But you don’t need to be a detective to see an expertly executed yet cleverly disguised foot sweep, followed by a perfectly timed elbow to the chest as you pivoted your body around. It would seem that this resulted in the man grabbing your arm for support, causing the catastrophic hot coffee debacle we just witnessed.”
She was quiet as we both lifted our cups and sipped our coffee for a few moments, keeping her eyes averted from mine. You could tell she was unsure of what to admit to, not knowing what my opinion of such a display might be.
A twinkle came to my eye as I said in a low voice, “Good move kid!”
Her smile returned in an instant, her eyes full of excitement as she continued to drink her coffee.
I was becoming impressed with my young friend; someone had done a great job raising this one. Although we had never made a big deal of it; Betty and I had never been able to have kids. We both seemed to accept it in stride, but I think it hit Betty a lot harder than she ever let on. Truth be known, it probably bothered me a little more than I ever admitted either.
I pushed these thoughts into the back of my head where they belonged, and settled in my seat, enjoying multiple cups of coffee over the next hour. My new friend kept up my favorite type of conversation, the kind where I don’t need to say much. She had an amazing ability to talk.
Although I had slept multiple times on the trip, I had yet to achieve a restful repast. My eyes started closing involuntarily, seeming heavier than I have remembered in a long while. Abby noticed, bless her heart, saying we should go back to the waiting area and see if we could grab some shuteye.
On the short walk back to our gate, I questioned myself as to whether it was actual fatigue causing my extreme weariness, or just worry over the death of my friend. The thought of Frank dying alone in that parking lot was still heavy on my heart.
Finding a quiet spot in a corner of our gate’s waiting area, we set up camp. Abby sat sideways in a chair, her feet dangling over the armrest onto the next seat, her head resting comfortably on a jacket she had pulled out of her suitcase.
I pulled one of my tee shirts out of my pack and rolled it up, opting to sleep on the carpeted floor, being used to much less than that over the last few months. I looked up and saw that Abby seemed already to have fallen asleep, looking very comfortable in her twisted position. Her young muscles would probably not even notice when she awoke, one of the vestiges of youth that I missed immensely.
Pulling my hat down low over my eyes, my thoughts returned to my friends; would the pain ever stop over their loss? My last thought as my eyes grew heavy was a memory of Betty, eyes twinkling over the rim of a coffee cup as my heart skipped a beat. That was love.
***
I entered the room again from the hallway. The comforting warmth again enveloped me as I took in my surroundings. The fireplace was blazing, with the slight smell of wood smoke in the air. The light over the table next to my chair revealed steam streaming up from the hot coffee sitting on the edge. I sat down in the comfortable chair and grabbed the mug as if it might escape, greedily drinking a big swallow before leaning back to relax.
Looking over at the
The girl behind the counter mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Abby before busying herself by getting two new cups of coffee ready. Abby picked them up with a smile and headed back to our table.
“That poor man,” she said as she set my cup in front of me. “I feel so bad that I spilled my coffee on him.”
I eyed my newfound friend suspiciously. “I’m going to hazard a guess that some sort of martial arts may be one of your hobbies that you mentioned earlier.”
She looked at me with surprise, “Wow, that’s right, you a detective too?”
“I may have dabbled,” I said as I leaned back in my chair. “But you don’t need to be a detective to see an expertly executed yet cleverly disguised foot sweep, followed by a perfectly timed elbow to the chest as you pivoted your body around. It would seem that this resulted in the man grabbing your arm for support, causing the catastrophic hot coffee debacle we just witnessed.”
She was quiet as we both lifted our cups and sipped our coffee for a few moments, keeping her eyes averted from mine. You could tell she was unsure of what to admit to, not knowing what my opinion of such a display might be.
A twinkle came to my eye as I said in a low voice, “Good move kid!”
Her smile returned in an instant, her eyes full of excitement as she continued to drink her coffee.
I was becoming impressed with my young friend; someone had done a great job raising this one. Although we had never made a big deal of it; Betty and I had never been able to have kids. We both seemed to accept it in stride, but I think it hit Betty a lot harder than she ever let on. Truth be known, it probably bothered me a little more than I ever admitted either.
I pushed these thoughts into the back of my head where they belonged, and settled in my seat, enjoying multiple cups of coffee over the next hour. My new friend kept up my favorite type of conversation, the kind where I don’t need to say much. She had an amazing ability to talk.
Although I had slept multiple times on the trip, I had yet to achieve a restful repast. My eyes started closing involuntarily, seeming heavier than I have remembered in a long while. Abby noticed, bless her heart, saying we should go back to the waiting area and see if we could grab some shuteye.
On the short walk back to our gate, I questioned myself as to whether it was actual fatigue causing my extreme weariness, or just worry over the death of my friend. The thought of Frank dying alone in that parking lot was still heavy on my heart.
Finding a quiet spot in a corner of our gate’s waiting area, we set up camp. Abby sat sideways in a chair, her feet dangling over the armrest onto the next seat, her head resting comfortably on a jacket she had pulled out of her suitcase.
I pulled one of my tee shirts out of my pack and rolled it up, opting to sleep on the carpeted floor, being used to much less than that over the last few months. I looked up and saw that Abby seemed already to have fallen asleep, looking very comfortable in her twisted position. Her young muscles would probably not even notice when she awoke, one of the vestiges of youth that I missed immensely.
Pulling my hat down low over my eyes, my thoughts returned to my friends; would the pain ever stop over their loss? My last thought as my eyes grew heavy was a memory of Betty, eyes twinkling over the rim of a coffee cup as my heart skipped a beat. That was love.
***
I entered the room again from the hallway. The comforting warmth again enveloped me as I took in my surroundings. The fireplace was blazing, with the slight smell of wood smoke in the air. The light over the table next to my chair revealed steam streaming up from the hot coffee sitting on the edge. I sat down in the comfortable chair and grabbed the mug as if it might escape, greedily drinking a big swallow before leaning back to relax.
Looking over at the
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