This is my first attempt at writing for this site, I hope it is a good story that you all enjoy reading!
Disclaimer:
This story is entirely of my own making………. Please don’t take the events that happen or those that are a memory as fact………….. if any of this story is indeed fact please let me know and I will research further and correct any flaws to make them historically accurate. My inspiration for this story came from many places, people I have talked to, books I have read, the “crankshaft” comic, and my own experiences.
The sunlight set a peaceful glow all about us as we stood in the foyer watching the sanctuary. He was in the 2nd row, 6th seat, on the left side of the church sanctuary, his hands folded and his head sunk below his shoulders. He had been there for an hour all alone; at some points you could see his shoulders shake with his tears. The past few days had been so very hard on him and the events that unfolded this morning were the final straw. I never expected to see him run out like that but I guess I should have. He had been through so much and held it all inside, allowing it to eat away at his soul.
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9 am Monday morning
Jack made a cheerful entrance whistling a “happy tune”, Bobby and I had been bantering back and for with Myles, while Sue and Tara were talking about the annual flag football game cheers. The DEA was going to eat their dust again for the 3rd year in a row! The office was in a tizzy because of the up coming holiday and the football game.
“Hey Sparky, looks like you had a good evening.”
“What makes you say that?”
“How often do you come in whistling?”
“Often enough”
“I think not.”
“That’s what you think crash.”
“Ah I see… you don’t want to talk about what put you in a good mood, huh?”
“Nothing, just loving the beautiful weather outside and the adventures today is sure to bring, turning to D he inquired, “what is on the agenda today?”
“nothing at the moment.”
Nothing?”
“all of our cases are pretty much wrapped up, nothing new has come in, and Howie hasn’t come by.”
“You know nothing is happening when Howie doesn’t come by.” I said from across the room and everyone chuckled.
“alright everyone let’s the paperwork wrapped up on our other outstanding cases. You know something will drop into our laps soon.”
“Don’t jinx us Jack. Maybe we will end this week before the holiday on a boring note.” Myles accent adding his two cents worth to the conversation. Everyone chuckled as they went to their desks and began this boring day.
As everyone was getting settled down and wrapping up loose end son their previous cases, one of the security guards from downstairs and an older man walked into the bullpen. The older man was wearing a visitor’s badge. Jack heard the footsteps and the thumping sound of a cane on the floor coming into the bullpen then someone clearing his throat. The man with the guard was someone Jack didn’t recognize. He looked at Bobby who gave him the same confused look.
“Sue Thomas?” That announcement caught Tara, Myles and my attention. Sue was opening up her email, not noticing the visitor. Jack waved his hands to get her attention as Levi put his paw on her lap. She looked down at Levi then up at Jack who pointed behind her.
The older man spoke to her, “Are you Sue Thomas?”
“Yes.. Can I help you?”
the older man was dressed in a suit, grey hair slightly balding in the back. He looked to be at least 87 if not older and the look in his eye was a cross between admiration and a memory as his eyes teared up. “Do you know how much you look like your great-grandmother?” a slight tear trickled down his face as he asked his question; he admired the grown woman before him. His speech was clear, but his lips were not so clear to read.
“Excuse me please…. I am not sure I read that right…. Did you say my great grandmother?” the look of astonishment on Sue’s face matched that of everyone else in the bullpen, even Myles, whose mouth was actually standing wide open. Tara looked over at Bobby and Myles, and I looked at Jack who was surprisingly speechless.
“Yes…….. My wife Sara.”
