Along Came You
A Beau to Beau short story

EXCERPT:
Greg quickly briefed his chief resident who would be finishing his rounds for
him this morning, and then hurried to the school to pick up his daughter. What
could possibly have happened? The school nurse had said that Nichole wasn’t
feeling well, but hadn’t gone into detail.
Fearing the worst as always, Greg
hurried as fast as he could to be with Nicky. Out of breath after running from
the parking lot to the school, Greg could barely speak when he walked into the
nurse’s office. “What’s wrong? Is she sick? Did she fall?”
“We’re not sure,
Dr. Stevens. She said that her stomach hurt and that she wanted her daddy.”
“Okay. Where is she?”
The nurse led Greg to where Nichole was lying
down on a cot. “What is it, baby? Does your tummy hurt?” Nicky nodded her
head. “Do you want to go home?” Nicky nodded again. “Let’s go. I’ve got
someone to cover for me at work.”
Nichole took Greg’s hand and the two of them
walked to the car. Once inside the car, Greg pulled Nicky onto his lap and held
her like a baby. “What’s wrong, Nicky? Can you tell Daddy?”
******
Greg looked at the huge room
that was cozy despite its size. The fireplaces were made of ivory and were
gorgeous. They had carved faces set in the beauty of the ivory. “They are
beautiful,” Greg said, as he looked at the fireplaces. Matthew watched and
waited for Greg to notice what he hoped he would notice within the carvings.
“These are unique, Matthew.”
“What do you mean, Greg?”
“It appears that in
each there is a carving of a man with a child, and in this one there are two men
with a child, but no woman. That is interesting.”
“I thought so, too, Greg,
when I finally took the time to really see them,” Matthew remarked, as he walked
up behind Greg and put his arms around his waist. He kissed him on the back of
his neck. “I rarely came up here, and I didn’t study these until probably ten
years ago. I’ve often wondered what Grandfather was thinking when he had these
put in. It’s a bit of a mystery, or perhaps Grandfather had some sort of
premonition about his grandson.”
Greg looked at Matthew.
“Spooky, isn’t it?”
“A little,” Matthew agreed.

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