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Chapter 8 Her church

To Samanatha, you are an amazing individual, don't ever become normal ;-)
Normal is surprisingly overrated!
XG

I woke up and thought about staying in bed but it wasn't meant to be. The dogs got restless so I quickly changed into leggings and a t shirt to run in. By the time I got back home breakfast was on the table. I dropped in my chair and smiled while taking in the scent of bacon.

"What time are we going to church?" I asked Harry and dad.

"We thought mid morning would be good, that gives you time to bake if you want to."

"Nah, I'm taking an off day, I have plenty prepped for the next month at least."

"I told dad you'd be too damned lazy today, late nights just don't work for you." Harry said jokingly.

I looked at his iron man pjs. "Yeah and you been outta bed for how long?"

"Almost ten minutes already dude!" He cheerfully defended himself.

We all dressed up for church and went to Eddie instead. When he landed in a coma dad had said that if God took Eddie from our house we would go to Eddie to find our peace, instead of church. He told us God should have known that we would not be attending church because we would be too busy visiting Eddie. That was how we started referring to our joint Sunday visits to Eddie as church.

The hospital was on the rich side of town, unlike the school that was sort of in the middle. Guess when rich people got sick they needed the hospital closer than people that didn't have a lot of money to waste. We weren't poor but we weren't rich either. It hadn't taken long for the hospital bills to swamp us when one Sunday a big well dressed man knocked on Eddie's door as we were visiting. He introduced himself as a member of the hospital board. Mr. McKellar. Part of the ruling families, everyone knew that.

It had been brought to their attention that we were behind in our payments for the room that Eddie was in, the insurance was making things hard for us, they wanted him on a general ward while we wanted him in a private room. Before we could even utter a word he had continued to tell us that he didn't mean to worry us he was just stating some facts. I'd been scared and had rudely asked why he was stating these facts, facts we were living with. He informed us that a little pup had told him how hard it was for us, how mother had left and I was still in highschool. He then jokingly said that a bigger animal had informed him that we helped a lot of people regardless of our own situation and that the quality of the meals had improved since mother had walked out.

He said it just like that, only implying that someone had whispered that I was now cooking and we continued the good deeds that my father, and us too as a result, took for granted. Regardless of what was happening in our own life we cared for others. Then he said that the animals in charge decided that good deeds should be returned in kind so they had wiped any bill that might ever be attached to Eddie's stay at the hospital, no matter how long it took.

We were in shock. He presented us with an official document that had all the finer details of what they were doing for us. We cried. He handed us tissues and reassurances. We hugged him. He accepted the hugs and the fact that we cried on his expensive suit. We thanked him a million times. He told us a million and one times that he was just happy they could help us. We asked to speak to the people that made it possible. He bluntly stated that we would never meet them.

With every change of the season my father, Harry and I went all out and produced a feast of special treats with our own produce. Fruit, cakes, salads, quiches, nibbles, tarts. For all the staff at the hospital from the janitor to the doctors. Only a few things that needed warming up so that everyone could get something regardless of what time they worked. We announced our day at reception a week prior and they made sure that every staff member knew. Mr McKellar had showed up again, last feast, when we delivered and just like every time before that he told us it wasn't necessary. But just like every other time we told him we had been bored with the holidays and had an over abundance in produce to use. We didn't thank him anymore we just went to see Eddie to tell him what we made.