Keeping Promise Rock
“Her chipper voice sort of tapered off as she saw his shell-shocked face, and when he rasped, “Sick as hell,” she grabbed his arm and took him to the commissary for an ear and a beer.
To say that they “waited” for news during the next two days was like saying that the guy on the roof of his house during a flood “waited” for rescue. When Crick didn’t get any texts at all the next morning, Lisa found him huddled in the ambulance as it sweltered in the truck bay, his arms wrapped around his knees a...s he rocked himself back and forth.
“Whatcha doing, Lieu?” she asked cautiously.
“Praying,” he muttered. “I suck at it.”
“You’re doing it wrong,” she said flatly. “I’m not big on church, but I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to do it with a friend.” And she sat across from him for a half-an-hour in the broiling heat while he muttered, “Please, God, let them be all right” and not much else into the echo of the bus.
The next afternoon, Crick’s phone buzzed for the first time in nearly three days.MoreLess
To say that they “waited” for news during the next two days was like saying that the guy on the roof of his house during a flood “waited” for rescue. When Crick didn’t get any texts at all the next morning, Lisa found him huddled in the ambulance as it sweltered in the truck bay, his arms wrapped around his knees a...s he rocked himself back and forth.
“Whatcha doing, Lieu?” she asked cautiously.
“Praying,” he muttered. “I suck at it.”
“You’re doing it wrong,” she said flatly. “I’m not big on church, but I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to do it with a friend.” And she sat across from him for a half-an-hour in the broiling heat while he muttered, “Please, God, let them be all right” and not much else into the echo of the bus.
The next afternoon, Crick’s phone buzzed for the first time in nearly three days.MoreLess
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