- Tue Sep 26, 2017 7:08 am
No burrito, fair enough. Matt nodded at her request and offered his hand to her.
"That's fine. I was planning on taking you to my room and reading to you. Would you rather I brought breakfast in here and read to you here? Actually, that's a better idea than moving you. Here, lay back...I'll be right back."
Matt stood and padded out. He was overdoing the pampering, probably. She wanted him to be mad at her, wanted validation for the self recriminations he had piled on her...and honestly, a part of him wanted to lay it out. A part of him wanted to rail against her and scream in frustration and beat his fists against the wall...but he was a man and men didn't behave like boys. Sunshine had made his point earlier, but that wasn't who he was. No...scripture was clear: do not repay evil with evil, but instead overcome evil with good. That's what he was going to do...a lot of bad had been done to him, but he'd honor God and himself by repaying with good. Besides, Cora wasn't to blame for what the Dark Lady did. she was as much a victim as he was. She'd repented and was grieving...he forgave her. and he'd keep forgiving until neither of them held the past against her.
He balanced the plates and book carefully and returned to her, handed her her plate of french toast, and then bowed his head to pray. Instead of praying silently like he usually did, he gave Cora the benefit of hearing what he was praying for.
"God, thank you for this day of reconciliation and healing. Guide our steps and thoughts so that we may best honor you, please. Thank you for this food we are about to consume. Thank you for Cora, and the opportunity for us to grow together beyond our rougher beginnings. Amen."
That done, he sat on the bed and crossed his legs. He opened the book and carefully felt the page. Matt found the beginning of the story and took a bite of breakfast before he started reading.
"The Five Orange Pips, by Arthur Conan Doyal...When I glance over my notes and records of the Sherlock Holmes cases between the years '82 and '90, I am faced by so many which present strange and interesting features that it is no easy matter to know which to choose and which to leave. Some, however, have already gained publicity through the papers, and others have not offered a field for those peculiar qualities which my friend possessed in so high a degree, and which it is the object of these papers to illustrate."
He lost himself in reading, abandoning his own breakfast in favor of telling the tale to Cora.