In The Hollow Of His Hand
“Where is Pop and Jake?” I whispered.
“Still in the garden.” Travis replied.
“I’ll be with you shortly. Give me five to ten minutes.” I said.
“Alright, it is fine. Take your time.” He responded.
Chad, Chelsea and I went into my room. I tucked them in my bed and read bedtime stories to them. When I was certain that they were fast asleep, I sneaked out of the room.
“I am back” I announced.
“Welcome back.” Travis said.
“Than you. So a surprise visit, uhn?” I asked.
“Yeah, remember I said I would pay you a visit soon…” he responded.
“No, you didn’t.” I said.
“I thought I did…” He replied.
“…it is fine.” I interrupted.
“So Pop and Bee hun?” he said.
“I knew it.” I uttered.
“Knew what?” He asked.
“During dinner?” I answered.
“Yeah, so… how did they meet cos I know Pop isn’t the social one?” He asked.
“Well, I had something to do about that…” I answered.
“How so? I don’t know you to be a matchmaker.” He responded.
“Now you know. Well, I met Bee way before I resumed college. I had just…” I narrated how we met and how I got her to meet Pop et al.
“Wow! You are something else.” He said.
“I know, right?” I replied.
In the Hollow of His Hand continues…
Wow…this really got to me… thanks for such an amazing write up… Overwhelmed
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