Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Where's Henry?"

"He's in his room. I've called him down a few times, but he won't come. Says he doesn't want to eat."

Timothy pressed his lips together and headed for Henry's room.

Henry was still lying in bed.

As Timothy came closer, he saw his son's eyes were swollen from crying.

"Henry, come on. Dad's taking you to the movies."

"I don't want to go."

"Not even if it's your mom's movie?"

Henry sat up, staring at him in disbelief. "Mom made a movie? She can do that?"

Timothy nodded. "You'll see when we get there.”

He firmly believed Henry needed to see this film. He deserved to know everything

his mother had done for him—all the love she'd poured into him.

Father and son came downstairs together. Naylor stopped them, offering breakfast.

Timothy shook his head. "No thanks, you all eat. I'll take him out."

and

Timothy and Sallie were both mature and reliable, and both sides of the family-the Howard side and their own -cared deeply, so

Jessica around as a mother,

Jessica pulling back, that Henry

was out of practice, didn't know what he was doing, and frankly, didn't

around, Timothy's little household ran smoothly. If anything important came up at the old house, she'd be there in a heartbeat. With her handling things, it wasn't just him—no one in the family had to

though? It was a

Headache after headache.

daughter-in-law made all the difference

uneasy, worried his dad would bring up what happened before. He

Timothy didn't mention it

him popcorn and a

limited release, so not every theater was showing it. The line

Henry,

finally time, he took Henry's hand and led

Timothy's second time seeing the film, and some lines and scenes hit him just as hard as the first. As for Henry, like

why his father had insisted he

in the movie

familiar

him. The theater was

to

he didn't

and son walked out into the