Coffin of Hope

Chapter Twelve

"How did it go?" Mal asked as Josh, Greg and Marcy came inside the house.

"It went fine." Greg was exhausted honestly.

"Let me help you upstairs."

"That's so nice of you."

Mal looked at him funny.

Greg realized Mal wasn't doing it to be nice. He really cared about people and their comfort. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Mal wrapped Greg's arm around his neck and his own arms around Greg's middle.

Marcy helped Josh up after him.

The four went up the steps slowly then down the hall to the master bedroom. Marcy and Mal helped Greg and Josh into bed.

"Do you need anything before I get started on dinner?" Marcy pulled the covers over them.

"Some pain pills please." Greg groaned.

"Where are they?"

"In our bathroom. But I would like cold water please."

"Of course. Who drinks warm water?" She went downstairs.

"Can you help her, Mal?" Josh asked. "I don't want her to fall on the stairs."

Mal had a flash of Marcy falling down the stairs. She was terribly clumsy and would so he hopped up and ran out.

Josh smiled. "They just need to spend more time together."

"Getting water?" Greg gave him a look.

"Any time. Suggest they take the twins to the park together."

"She's making dinner."

"Greg!"

"Her food is delicious!"

Josh sighed with a head-shake and eye-roll.

OF

"Mommy?" Mickey eyed her homework at the kitchen table as she and her brother did schoolwork as their mother finished dinner.

"Hmm?" Marcy tossed the salad.

"Why are our daddies sleeping?"

"They're tired."

"Why?"

"They're very sick. It takes a lot of energy to be sick." Marcy checked the oven.

"Why did they get sick?"

"Sometimes doctors make mistakes."

"They look tired."

Marcy nodded as she went back to tossing the salad. "It's much worse on the inside than the out. Your daddies are fighting a battle."

"Do you think they're going to win?"

"I pray they do."

"Why do you pray if you don't like going to church?"

"I never said I don't like going to church."

"Then why didn't you want to go yesterday?"

"I haven't been around many people in a while. I was never a fan of them and would rather avoid them."

"Then why do you pray?"

"Prayer is a conversation between you and God, sweetie. It has nothing to do with other people."

"No one can hear it?"

"No one but God."

"What kind of conversation is it?"