A Dad of His Own
“He closed his eyes and sent up another prayer, asking the Lord to hold Cooper in the palm of His hand. His own hands ached with the grip he’d had on the arms of the uncomfortable chair. He loosened his fingers and stretched them, then focused on the door again.
The clock hands crept around the face. He’d compared his watch to the wall clock, and they were basically the same, both inching the minute hand forward each agonizing second.
He pushed his body upward and stood on wobbly legs. His right foot tingled with sleep, and he shifted his weight until the tingle faded. He stretched, gazing around the room at other anxious faces, doing what he had been doing for forty-five minutes. Waiting.
Magazines lay piled on a nearby table. He wandered over and shifted them, looking for anything that would grab his attention, something that would relieve the stress. Periodicals on health, women’s magazines, news, sports. He tossed them down. His interest was Cooper. It began and ended there.
He tur...ned from the magazines and strode back to his chair.MoreLess
The clock hands crept around the face. He’d compared his watch to the wall clock, and they were basically the same, both inching the minute hand forward each agonizing second.
He pushed his body upward and stood on wobbly legs. His right foot tingled with sleep, and he shifted his weight until the tingle faded. He stretched, gazing around the room at other anxious faces, doing what he had been doing for forty-five minutes. Waiting.
Magazines lay piled on a nearby table. He wandered over and shifted them, looking for anything that would grab his attention, something that would relieve the stress. Periodicals on health, women’s magazines, news, sports. He tossed them down. His interest was Cooper. It began and ended there.
He tur...ned from the magazines and strode back to his chair.MoreLess
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