anything a tall man with red hair, a blonde woman and red haired boy walked up. “Elliot, there you are. I have been looking all over for you.”
“Hank, how long have you been here?”
“Not long. We had to wait until Dad got off work and we had supper first.”
“Elliot, how are you honey?” Mrs. Robertson asked as she wrapped her arms around him.
“I’m actually doing okay.” He answered as he pulled out of her arms and stood beside Karla.
“Mr. and Mrs. Robertson, Hank, I would like for y’all to meet my sister, Karla.”
“Nice to meet you, Karla.” Hank said and shook her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Hank.”
“Mr. Robertson, would y’all like to come over to the house for supper on Sunday?” Elliot asked them.
“I think what Elliot is saying is, we’re leaving on Monday and would like for you to join us on Sunday evening at their house for dinner.” Leslie intervened when Mrs. Robertson looked at Elliot in confusion.
“Oh, yeah, sure. We would love to have supper with y’all on Sunday night. That’d give Hank and Elliot a chance to say goodbye.” Mr. Robertson answered.
Before anyone else could say anything Mr. Harris walked up and let them know that visitation was over and everyone was leaving. They said their goodbyes and the Robertson’s left. Elliot walked back into the chapel and stood beside his Nana’s casket.
Karla walked to the door and watched him for a minute. “Nana,” she heard him say. “I miss you so much. I know that you aren’t hurting anymore, but I really miss you. Karla and the Peterson’s are nice and seem to really care about me. I’m glad you found them. Dr. Peterson is going to buy the house and then give it to me when I turn twenty-one. He’s pretty awesome. Nana, I’m scared to go to Tennessee. I’m afraid I won’t make any friends and I’m afraid people are going to make fun of me because I don’t read well. I guess it’s time for me to go now, but I will be back to say goodbye tomorrow. I love you Nana.”
When he stopped talking Karla walked into the room and wrapped her arms around him as tears overtook him. Five minutes later Andrew and Leslie walked in and found them still embracing. They walked over and wrapped their arms around them both.
As Elliot’s tears slowed he looked up at Andrew and asked, “Can we go now?”
Andrew nodded and they headed back to the hotel.
Chapter Twelve
The next afternoon Elliot was sitting alone in his room at the house he grew up in. He was thinking about his dad and Nana and remembering all the times they came in here at night and tucked him in when he was little. One particular time came to mind as he sat there.
He was about six or seven years old and his dad had been gone all day. He couldn’t remember where, but he remembers that when his dad got home he was already in bed. His dad came in and sat on the bed with him and a few minutes later his Nana came in. They sat on either side of him and both read to him. They had always read to him, but never like this and never together.
As he sat there and remembered he was transported to another time. He remembered a conversation between his Nana and dad.
David, you cannot let her see Elliot. She didn’t want him when he was a baby so why does she now?
Mama, I don’t know what’s going on in her head, but she is his mama and I don’t see what it’d hurt for her to see him. It isn’t like I’m gonna leave her alone with him.
I just don’t like it David. I think she’ll cause more harm than good.
Well mama, it ain’t your decision. Elliot is my son and I think he needs to see his mama. Maybe she’s grown up some and is gonna try to be there for him and Karla.
Maybe I’ll win the lottery, but I don’t see it happening. Son, Diane is not the girl we thought she was. Remember what she did to Karla’s daddy?”
I remember mama. I never thought she could do that to anyone. Okay, I’ll admit that she ain’t the person I thought
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