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Adam Blake - 82. Chapter 82
Thursday Gerry and I drove to my home. Mom and Dad were gracious as usual. Mom had a late dinner for us, Gerry said he enjoyed it very much and thanked her for dinner. Mom, being mom, gave him a motherly hug accompanied by a kiss on the cheek. Billy and Scotty were there when we arrived, so dinner talk was catch up for me. Scotty was excited to see me and I mostly listened to him. He was playing junior football and from what Dad said doing quite well. It was interesting to note that Scotty was taking after his dad in build. He would be a great football player, you could see it in his eyes, just like his dad.
After dinner, we sat and talked a little while, “Scotty, we have to go home, it’s almost curfew before the game and you have a game tomorrow.”
“You have a game, what time is your game?”
“They play at 3 at the high school.”
“Fantastic, we’ll be there to cheer you on.”
After they left I explained to Gerry that they were the sons of my best friend.
“It’s nice to have someone like you in their life.”
“I’m like that in your life as well.”
“Mom, Dad we are going to turn in. I need to take care of some banking business tomorrow before we go to the game. I’ll show Gerry his room.”
Walking up the stairs, “I’ve never been in an American home, it’s cozy.”
“Remember a house is just wood and cement, a home is made by people who love each other and are dedicated to each other. So no matter what the house looks like, as long as those types of people live there, it’s a home.”
His smile is the best payment I could ever receive. “Gerry, this will be your room for tonight, the bathroom is here, if you need anything I’m right here.”
I put his small travel bag on his bed, wished him good night with a hug and a kiss on his head. “Sleep well my little prince, the angels will keep you safe.”
I went to my room and got ready for bed. It has been a while since I slept in this bed. I just was about to fall to sleep, when my door opened and there was Gerry, tears in his eyes, I lifted the corner of my blanket, and he was in my bed in a flash. I pulled him into a cuddle, I felt his body shake and a few wet tears on my arms. “It’s ok, I’m here. I’ll take care of you”
I didn’t fall asleep until I felt him relax. I wonder if he had problems sleeping at school.
Morning came and he was still asleep. Mom looked in, smiled, and left. We laid there for another hour before he stirred, slowly he became awake, turned, and hugged me. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, an angel came and held me while I slept.”
“I assure you I’m no angel, ask Gram and Gramps.” He looked puzzled, “We call the parents of our parents grandmother and grandfather. In slang, Gram and Gramps.”
“Can I call them that?”
“Sure try it when we go for breakfast.”
“It is too late for breakfast.”
“At school yes, but here never. Come on”
I showed him the shower, went and got his toothpaste, set out a clean towel for him. Adjusted the water, when I turned around he was ready to step in the shower. I’ll set your clothes on your bed, or my bed?” He pointed to me.
I took his bag into my room, set it on my bed, took out his clothes. I went and got a cup of coffee, “Not running today?”
“No, we need to eat and then we need to go to the bank”
Dad looked at me, “He’s a special boy isn’t he.”
I heard the water turn off, I went to take my shower, he was standing in front of the sink brushing his teeth. He had some toothpaste on his chin, I took my finger, wiped it, and pretend I was eating it. He made a face, like uck. Then I showed him the dirty finger, and he laughed. I adjusted the water, dropped by boxers, and stepped in the showers. When I was finished, I dressed and we headed downstairs. I whispered gram and gramps. I think he was a little intimidated, but Mom has a way about her.
“Son, would you like chocolate chip pancakes or an egg omelet?” He looked at me, I mouthed pancakes
“Gram, may I have the pancakes please.”
Mom smiled, “Yes, you certainly may, with blueberry syrup. How is that?”
He looked at me with a smile, I raised my eyebrows and smiled as well.
“Thank you, Gram, it sounds delicious.” Dad set a glass of orange juice in front of him, he looked at dad, “Thanks, Gramps.”
I love this kid.
Breakfast was a delight watching him eat mom’s cooking. It seemed every bite was a new experience. “Dad, can we have this at school?”
“Sure only I bet Marcel will call it crepes.”
“I have eaten crepes but this is better.”
“Marcel is our French chef.”
We brushed our teeth together side by side, he tried to wipe my chin. I was too tall, but when I bent over to rinse my mouth he got some. We were laughing as we came into the living room. “I don’t know how long we’ll be at the bank, but if you want to go and see Scotty play, I’ll stop by and pick you up.”
“I don’t want to take the chance if you run late, will meet you there.”
“This is the bank that Gramps uses for his business and I have a small account here as well. Will get a safety deposit box for your ring and a few other papers I have that are yours. I just need the guardian authorization.”
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