The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)
Chapter 19
Charles sat inside the quiet office of his former church waiting patiently while viewing the walls that at one time bore all of his personal property. From one end of the small office to the other he carefully studied until his eyes met up with the middle of the floor.
Charles sat and stared at the grimy carpet where a small chair once sat. In the chair was a young man that Charles once knew; a young man that he spoke so fondly to one Sunday morning a time ago.
The man scratched at his growing, grey beard. He wore his jacket that smelled of aging sweat, while his dingy, white undershirt underneath stuck to his chest. His corduroy pants looked as if they hadn't been pressed in weeks, while his shoes still wore the dried up dirt stains of his ill-fated trip to the country.
Charles remained in his seat, still looking down at the middle of the floor with a drooping bottom lip. All he could hear was his son's voice speaking to him. It didn't matter what he was saying, as long as Isaac was talking, Charles could keep the image inside his head.
The office door abruptly opened, behind it appeared Mr. Hawthorne, who with a bible in hand, also wore a vexed frown upon his light-skinned face.
Charles immediately pulled himself out of his trance before sitting up and paying absolute attention to Hawthorne who sat down behind his desk and placed the bible in front of him.
"I found it in the janitor's closet, of all places." Hawthorne said while pointing at the bible. "Brother, do you know how it even got in there?"
Shaking his head from side to side, Charles replied with a grin, "I can't even begin to imagine."
"Well, it's yours." Hawthorne smiled back before gently shoving the book towards Charles.
Charles reached and retrieved the bible. He sat back with it and ruffled through the pages. "It looks like it hasn't been damaged at all."
Hawthorne sat and thoughtfully stared at Charles in the most pitiable way. The man folded his hands and asked, "Charles, aren't you hot?"
Taking his eyes away from his bible, Charles waved his hand saying, "Nah, I'm fine."
Hawthorne then sat back in his chair. "Did you know that Sister Woods' granddaughter had her baby last month?"
With a simple smile, Charles replied, "No, I didn't. That's good."
"Have you heard from Lynn and the baby lately?"
Charles leaned over in his seat and sighed, "No, Lynn is out there somewhere. All I can do is pray for the child."
"Well, she is grown; I guess she has to find her own way in the world."
"Yeah, I reckon so." Charles groaned.
A deafening silence lingered all around the men like dense fog. The longer it was quiet, the less Charles could think of something to say.
"We got a few new members last month, too." Hawthorne mentioned from out of nowhere."
"Well, praise Jesus for that." Charles mumbled with a humble grin.
"We were gonna try and have our picnic last Saturday, but—
"Was I wrong for sending Isaac to that hospital?" Charles unexpectedly asked.
Hawthorne sat with a paused appearance written all over his face. It seemed as if the question were offsetting to him, considering the paleness his face took on at that moment.
"Brother, I...I can't answer that for you."
"I can't answer it either." Charles' head hung.
"You have to understand, you just up and left everyone."
"I didn't know what else
could've stayed here with your flock.
at the middle of the floor
just feel like
"How do
taken from me as well. And I'm
you
waited for endless seconds before saying, "My tongue won't
sighed, "Well, you certainly didn't leave me with a very easy job when you left. You never told me how difficult being
"You've been my friend and
me for all kinds of help." Hawthorne giggled. "I had one young man ask me to help him fight
just having the opportunity to joke, albeit briefly, was like hearing a favorite song from long ago; it felt good for
never left, Charles." Hawthorne
at the man in frozen time. His stare was locked on the pastor
in!"
with some papers
to his feet and stepped forward to the woman only to have
"Sister Mary." He
Appearing dismayed, Mary pressed her thin lips together as tight as she could before replying in a cold tone, "Fine. She then turned back to Hawthorne. "These are the minutes
Hawthorne said as he took the papers and placed them
woman simply turned, without taking
myself." Charles murmured with
have to leave so
do." He turned to Hawthorne and extended
than shake his hand, Hawthorne instead grabbed Charles and pulled him
just let me know." Hawthorne
his
With that, Charles walked out of the office and through the sanctuary that lead to the
the middle of the floor, in between the aisle of pews. He wanted to
man wanted to drop to his knees which were already trying to buckle beneath him. But he stood strong until he was eventually able to at least turn his head to his right to see a person standing down
It was an old woman adorned in an all snow white dress. Her hair was totally white, as was her face that looked as if it were dipped in white paint. She was waving back at Charles in a delightful manner while smiling a mouth full of blood-stained
Something inside of him wanted to scream out loud, but Charles was aware that such an action would have been futile. The old
entrance. He didn't even check behind him to make sure the double doors were shut all the way; he just persisted in moving as fast
out of his pants pocket before a person came trotting out from behind the vehicle as if they
Out of instinct, Charles swung around with both of his fists drawn before he recognized the
"Lynn?" His eyes lit up in surprise as his breath
your car
the woman and embraced her as hard as he could; Lynnette returned the gesture, only her hug seemed to feel
Charles looked down at her and asked, "How...how are
been better."
A swelling of pity dropped deep down into his gut. For the first time in
"How
he's fine." She hastily
parking lot gazing at one another in the strangest manner possible. He couldn't speak for Lynnette, but Charles was at a complete loss for words on so many levels. He was elated to see her, and frightened all at the same
said, "Of course you can talk to me. Get in on
his door a burst of heat immediately struck him across the face. However, it wasn't heat from the temperature, but rather that of emotion. He hadn't forgotten what he experienced back inside the church, but with Lynnette's sudden appearance from out of nowhere, an outpouring of
man cut on the ignition and pulled out and onto the road. He made sure to roll down his window first
"I've been trying so
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