Regan sat quietly for several minutes before replying, “Why and who did you call mom?”
With her eyebrows furrowed in concentration she asked, “I’m not sure what you’re asking?” Her voice was full of concern. It was rare that her son spoke in what she considered to be riddles.
“Please mom. He showed up today at the restaurant. He sat at counter and more than once his eyes settled on our table. Why mom,” the young man pleaded. He had to know. That man had not been a part of their lives since before he and his sister had been born, now was not the time for him to make an appearance! Not when they had several good influences already. Not now when things were finally going right in their lives. He wasn’t needed and he most definitely wasn’t wanted.
With a sigh Kimmilea pulled her son into a tighter hug before replying, “He didn’t get to see you when you were small, and all he had to rely on was the words in my letters. I thought he should at least have the chance to see what you looked like in the flesh Regan.
“I know you think that he deserves less than that, just as I know how hard it must have been on you this afternoon to see him and not say anything. In all the years since you discovered his name you have kept quiet about your knowledge. You didn’t even tell Mori, my son but that only makes me wonder how much more you can take. What will you do if he comes into your store,” Kimmilea queried softly.
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