Under the Cypress Moon by Wallace Jason

Author:Wallace, Jason [Wallace, Jason]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JaMa Publishing
Published: 2014-07-09T17:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Saturday was a blur; Sunday came in a haze of great sorrows and condolences issued from all encountered. Mark garnered every fiber of strength and drive within him to muster from bed and aimlessly stagger into the church that morning, knowing fully well that his mind would seldom allow auditory acknowledgement of words, prayers, or songs. Much to Shylah's amazement, Mark carried on, the ever valiant and dedicated soldier of God and of life that he was.

Greeting after greeting from fellow churchgoers and from each member of the King family, including Aaron Jones, was begun with words similar to, "I'm so sorry for your loss" or "I was so sorry to hear about your daddy." Mark welcomed each and every word with open hand and often with a heartfelt hug. Mark knew that few, if any, of the well-wishers felt true sadness over Thomas' passing, but one thing was certain. All of them felt deep and lasting sorrow for their brother, their friend, or in the case of Mr. and Mrs. King, for their soon-to-be son-in-law that they loved wholeheartedly for so many years.

It was after church and after a lengthy message of hope and love from Reverend Hill that Mark was approached by T.L. T.L. had not ventured toward his friend at any point until that, out of fear of saying the wrong thing and upsetting his one true friend any further. He could take it no longer, however, and convinced himself that he must try, that he must let his friend know that he was there to support him and help him back to his place of times of old.

"Hey, Man," T.L. started after a long pause in his conversation with Mark, standing just outside of the church on the large, concrete steps. "You wanna go get drunk? I think it'd do you some good."

"I don't know, Man," Mark choked back, barely able to speak. "I... I gotta go meet with Mr. Rensler at the funeral parlor and make arrangements."

"What are you doin' after," T.L. asked, cheerfully, as his sister walked up behind him.

"He's gonna be with me, T. You got a problem with that, Big Brother," Shylah asked, tapping her brother on the shoulder hard enough to let him know that she was quite serious, as well as to catch him by surprise.

"Well, I just wanna comfort my friend. What's wrong with a couple of buddies havin' a few beers together?"

"What's wrong with it? I can't have any. That's what's wrong with it. You guys get to have your fun, and I can't cuz I have a baby in my belly. It doesn't seem quite fair, does it?"

"You can be there, Sis," T.L. urged. "You can sit and watch us drink. You can have a Coke or somethin'. C'mon. Let the man do what he's supposed to and drink away his cares. It always helps. He needs it, and I'm not lettin' you tell him he can't!"

"Ok. Fine, but you guys are drinkin' at our house. I'm not takin' a chance of Mark drivin' if he's gonna get trashed.

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