Part 7
Bo opened her eyes to see an old man’s profile standing in her open door. Long white hair. Long white beard. Chad stepped into view, nose to nose with this man. “Coward!” He roared again.
The sheriff’s hat bobbed in the background.
“If you are not a coward, tell me then.” Was this man about to break out in tears. He looked into the room, locking eyes with Bo. His thin haggard frame began to shake. Each step toward her was a clumsy mess. He fell in a chair that was near her. Tears streamed down his face. “Are you able to talk to me?”
“Brown blob.” She giggled.
He looked confused toward the men that followed him. Chad pointed at the sheriff. “Oh.” Compassion filled his features as he turned back to Bo. “What do you remember?” He whispered.
Dan; if that was his name, wasn’t as old as she had thought. White hair, white beard, sun drenched skin, but his eyes told the real story. He wasn’t as old as he appeared. Maybe her age? Maybe he was standing at the crossroads of life as well?
“Nothing.” She finally whispered.
He looked again desperately at the other two men. Chad was staring at the floor. The sheriff at Dan.
Chico bounced on the bed, army crawled up to her shoulder and laid his head down. It took massive amounts of energy for her to raise her hand to pet him. “Good boy.” She moaned. “You’re soft.” She hissed, “5 more minutes
*When she opened her eyes, Dan was still sitting in that chair. His chin rested on his chest. No, he had on a different shirt. Didn’t he?
“Hi.” His voice pulled her attention from his shirt to his face. He was no longer angry. “I’m Dan.”
“Bo,” she whispered.
“Chad said your name was Ruby.”
She smiled. Was she able to smile? Smiling took energy. In her head, she was smiling. “I like Bo.”
“How do you feel?”
“Tired.” She thought for a long minute, “sore.”
“I wanted to apologize for yesterday.”
With closed eyes; Bo started humming.
She thought she heard the door open. “Bastard! You filthy bastard.” Was Dan crying? The room was filled with crashing sounds.
“That’s enough!” A very authoritative voice said.
Yes, he was crying. She could hear it in his voice as “you filthy bastard”, rang out again.
Bo opened her eyes to see Chad sitting in the chair sporting a black eye. “Hurt?” She mumbled.
“You hurt Dan worse. That song you’ve been humming was ‘their song’.”
“What song?”
Chad sat straight up in the chair. “What song?! You’ve been humming a tune for days now.”
“Days, NuNu?”
Chad’s heart stopped, “what did you say?”
“5 more minutes.”
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