Alfred hung up when he got yet another voice mail. He looked at the kitchen door of Gerald HighTower's home. He knew after getting out of the Uber that he couldn't make it up the stairs with his walker and he knew he couldn't make it up by walking. He could barely walk a few paces on his own before falling down. So he had went to the back entrance like before and knocked at the door. He knew he was intruding on the man who he didn't really know that well. But he was worried.
His knocking was answered by a middle aged White woman with kindly eyes and a questioning smile as she inquired of his business there. He explained who he was and a look of relief came to her plain lined face.
" Oh , thank goodness," she said as she stepped back to let him carefully come into the large spacious warm kitchen. " Someone needs to check on him. He won't leave his study. He hasn't eaten a bite which is not like him. He won't talk to me or even Dawson. Maybe he will talk to you. "
Alfred hoped so. But what could he, a stranger, possibly say to him that would make a difference? , he wondered.
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ODDS OF LOVE : SEASON TEN
General FictionThe ongoing soap opera about disabled math genius and professor Dr. Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and their family and friends in the Washington DC area.
