MasukLucy called Benson thirty minutes after Anthony left.She called once, he didn't respond. But when she tried the second time, he picked up.“Hey Darling. Benson said. “How are you?” “I'm good. How's your day going?” Lucy asked.“Pretty hectic. But it's alright.” He said.“Anthony came to see me.” Lucy said. Her voice was warm and filled with relief.“I know.” Benson said.“What did you say to him?” She asked.“Well. Nothing much. We just talked.” He said.“He apologized to me.” Lucy said. “So I'm sure it's more than just a talk.”Benson was quiet for a few seconds.“Benson.”“Okay. Lucy. We just talked on the phone. You know, man to man conversation.” Benson said.They both laughed about it.“I told him the truth.” Benson paused. “About how I feel about you. And that he should trust you, because you've the answers he's looking for.” Lucy was quiet for a moment. “And he listened.” She said softly.“Anthony is a good man.” Benson said. “You raised a good man Lucy.”Lucy sat with tha
Thompson had been in Seattle since noon.He had the address, he had driven past it. But he didn't see the person he wanted.He decided to park and take a walk around the beautiful streets of Seattle.He didn't know where he was walking to, but he ended up at a small park.He looked for a bench to sit, enjoying the sun and the fresh air. And watch people walk pass.He was watching a dog and it's owner play throw and catch. He didn't turn immediately, when he did, he saw a young lady, with earphones around her neck, sitting close to him on the same bench, looking at the trees.Thompson returned back to watching everyone in park with whatever they were doing.A few minutes later.“Do you know where any local artist shop is nearby?” He asked.She turned to look at him, just a stranger asking questions. “No.” She said.“But you from here?” He asked.“Yes.” She said. “ But I don't really know where.” “Then we're both lost.” He said. “Or should I say strangers.”They both laughed about it.
Mark called Angela on Sunday morning.When his name popped up on her phone screen, she frowned.Angela pretended Sarah was the one who had called, and went upstairs to act like she wanted to check something for her.Mark understood and played along, until he knew she was in a safe place to talk.“We need to talk,” Mark said. “In person.”“When?” Angela asked.“Today. The usual place. Two o’clock.”He hung up before she could say anything else.Angela stared at the phone in disgust like his words irritated her.Immediately she thought about it. This would be the right avenue to seek help from him. Since now she's beginning to gain her daughter's trust.Angela went downstairs and acted normal in Marcus presence.“Did you say Hi to Sarah for me?” Marcus asked.“No, I'm sorry we didn't really talk much. She just wanted something.” Angela said.“What did Sarah want?” He asked.“Oh, she wanted to know if I have a particular shade of lipstick. And she wanted to get me one on her way back.” A
Benson waited until after two days before he called Anthony.He had given him the space he told Lucy about. Benson loves Lucy and Anthony but seeing them apart because of him haunts him.“Hi. Anthony.” Benson said. “It's me.” His voice was neutral.“Hi Dr. Benson.” Anthony said. “Good morning.”“Morning Anthony. I hope I'm not calling at a bad time?” Benson asked him.“No.” Anthony said. “I was thinking of coming to see you.” Anthony said.“Well then. Good timing.” They both laughed slightly to ease the tension on both sides.“Hey,” Benson said. “I'm not calling on behalf of your mother. This is me. Okay?”Anthony paused a bit. “Okay.”“How are you doing?” Benson asked.Anthony was quiet again for a moment. “I've been better.”“Yeah, that's good.” Benson said.They were both silent on the phone. It was longer this time.Benson was trying to find the right words to explain, while Anthony was thinking of how to get the right words to his questions from him.“So, how long have you felt t
Lucy and Benson sat together on the couch in the living room. The house felt different after Anthony left.“I feel like I'm a bad mother.” Lucy said.“Don't talk like that.” Benson said. “He probably wasn't expecting such.”“I have never seen him like this before. My son hates me.” Lucy said. Holding back her tears.“Anthony doesn't hate you. He loves you. He's just hurting.” Benson said quietly, adjusting himself to hold her.“I know.” Lucy sitting, turned in Benson's arm facing him. Not much inch apart from their faces.“And I can't fix it. I can't tell him why and I don't know what to do.” Lucy said.Benson looked away. He was quiet and thinking for a moment.“Maybe… I shouldn't have been here.” He said.Lucy frowned. “Don't say that.”“I mean today. Rather I should have listened to you the other night about telling him.” “Benson stop it, please.” Lucy said. Sitting up straight. “You are not the problem. And never had been. Anthony is angry with me because I have answers I can't g
Drake finally had the courage to call Anthony that evening.“Hey Drake.” Anthony said. As soon as he picked up Drake's call.“Hey bro.”“What's good?” Anthony asked.“Ah… All good.” Drake said. Trying to find the right words to tell him.“Hey, let's say bye any chance you're free Sunday evening?” Drake asked him.“Yeah, I'm free. What's going on?” “No. Nothing much. I just wanted all four of us to hang out. You know it's been awhile.” Drake said. Scratching the back of his head. Tiny sweat beads appeared on his forehead.“Yeah, sure. That sounds great.” Anthony said.“Alright, see you on Sunday.” Drake said.And immediately the call ended, he let out a heavy breath and dried the sweat from his face with the back of his hand.“That wasn't as hard as I thought.” He said to himself.~ ~ ~Mariah called her Zara just to chat. And after a while she asked her.“Are you free Sunday evening?” Zara asked.“Yeah, I think so. Why? What's going on?”“No, it's nothing. Just want us to hang out wi







