Goodnight Mr Tom Book Novels & Stories

This was a big room. “Ah-ah, no,” their mother said. “Tommy sleeps like a tadpole on water. He probably will hijack more of half of that bed.” “But Mama, that’s a huge bed! It is as big as my room in our little old hut!” he protested. “Mama can sleep with me,” she suggested as she went to the connecting door and opened it. “Wow! It connects?” Tommy asked, awed. She nodded. “So Mama can—”

“Good night you guys,” Sophia called out to Nate and Mike as they went in the opposite direction. She was beyond tired as she opened the door to her apartment. Bobby cracked an eye open as she put on the lights but made no attempts to rise from his bed for pets. She took off her shoes and crouched in front of him. “Hey, little guy. Aren’t you happy to see me?” He wagged his tail and lazily licked her hand before going back to sleep. Laughing she patted his head and stood. Phone in hand, going through her messages as she went to the kitchen for some water she stopped at a message from her sister.

5:00 AM. Jane woke up feeling groggy and disgusted. Her back ached. Her hair smelled like cheap detergent. And her skin itched from the scratchy hotel blanket. She had stayed in a small, rundown hotel on the outskirts of Star City last night because she was terrified of going home. Mr. Robinson, Nathan’s grandfather, had assured her yesterday night that "Nathan wouldn’t dare touch her." But Jane knew Nathan better than anyone. They had grown up together.

She opened it. “Hi, Ava,” Tom said as he walked in. He had a jacket on over his pajamas. He was holding a book. “I hope you’re not tired. I was hoping you could finish the book you began reading to me the other night – especially since I can’t get back to sleep.”

Melissa is asleep upstairs. Tommy is probably dreaming about dinosaurs or superheroes or whatever five-year-olds dream about. My phone buzzes. Text from Harrison Petrov: ‘Vote will be close. Need to know where you stand. Call me.’ I don't call. Not yet. Footsteps pad down the hallway. Small ones. Tommy appears in the doorway in Batman pajamas. Rubbing sleep from his eyes with tiny fists. "Daddy?" "Hey, buddy." I minimize the email screen—Harrison's name disappearing like it was never there. "What are you doing up?"

Tom demanded of the computer. "Unable to comply." "Unlock master bedroom. Override code Delta Foxtrot seven two one." The master bedroom unlocked. Tom stepped inside and the lights faded on. "Rise and shine, sleepy head." Brooke rolled over and buried her head under her pillow with a groan. Tom sat down on the bed and set the tray on his lap. He poured the syrup over his French Toast. "Play station 623," he commanded the computer and the TV station for romantic comedies popped up on the wall across from the bed.

She continued to laugh like a drunkard as she hugged a pillow close to herself and slept off this time. **************** “I'm definitely beating you in this game” Mr Tom laughed as he positioned himself to strike his golf ball into the hole. “You know it's because I have a bad back”. Mr Tom chuckled and made the strike, he scored and threw his bat up as he yelled in happiness. Mr Brooks laughed and clapped for him, Mr Tom dropped his bat and they hugged laughing. They both walked over to a bench to sit and relax, the sun shone very brightly but the tent protected them from the scorching sun.

] The man urged his only grandson with so much enthusiasm. “I just woke up, Grandpa. Just say why.” [Ow, you’re such a buzzkill.] “I’d like to remind you where I got that attitude from.” He shot back. [Hmm, fair enough. I am calling to ask how last night went. How was it? Matty? My men here alerted me about a woman who entered your suite around 10 PM and left around five. Please tell me you’ve done it. May I remind you, you’re thirty next month.]

"June 18, 2017. We had sex together." ST. THOMAS CHAPEL. AUTHOR'S POV Arthur leaned in to talk to his secretary who sat on his left hand side. "Why is Jayden not here yet?" "He'll soon be here sir. I sent men to pick him up." Mr Caddie, the 43 year old Secretary replied politely. "When was that?" Arthur further asked. Glancing at his watch, he answered back. "About an hour ago." Just then, Caddie's phone rang. "Hello, why are you guys taking so long?"

Only then did Mike allow himself to also continue his interrupted sleep. For him, it is sometimes normal to dream, be it a good or a bad one, so he did not put much stock in the incident. ***** Looking out into the dark night from Martha’s kitchen window, Tom placed a call to his father. “Hello Dad? How’s it going over there?” He asked softly, having missed his father beyond his wildest thought. “I am good, son, the team is doing a good job of taking care of me. Son, what’s going on, I have been waiting for your call.” Mr. Thompson answered over the phone.