Joe hesitated on the step. It wasn’t the first time he tried to go inside, and turning around and getting back into his car seemed the better option. He couldn’t see the man sitting back on the right side. Could it be he, too, was reluctant to meet? Thirty years had passed and Joe thought he probably wouldn’t recognize the father he only knew a few years. George was also uncomfortable, twisting a bit in his chair in the old fashioned lobby. He had reason to be, but with failing health he wanted to see his son before anything happened.
There was a bit of tittle-tattle going on after Joe left the yoga class. Everyone knew he loved space, planets, spaceship travels, etc, but to wear them on his breeches? In a public place? Pjs maybe, but here?
Janie gathered all of her most important friends and waited till she thought everyone else was asleep. Then she gathered an old lantern that was safe for a light and traveled down into the garden. She was surprised the grass was so cold and wet on her bare feet, and shivered. It was not a long trip till she saw the blackened moldy stones of the well. I’ll try calling to him she thought. You never know…maybe his spirit or whatever the adults talked about in secret conversations, maybe he would hear her and answer. A few weeks ago her brother Luke had disappeared and everyone thought he had fallen into the well. However, no one had a funeral, or Janie never saw his body. She wondered if he just ran away. Janie knew he was older and unhappy. She approached the opening and softly called his name, “Luke?”
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