We Meet Again

Eight

Young Garfield Mark Logan 'Jr'... cute kid!

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I walked just a few yards to the next room, feeling like I walked 10 miles. I can't even fathom the few events that happened in the last 24 hours. Why is my life so interesting? I'm not that deep... pretty straight forward with my personality, you know like living in the moment... so why is all these life changing instances happening to me?

When Karen opened that door, I think I hyperventilated a little, stood in the doorway, and stared at this kid. He smiled at the ladies while they took their seats. Ric stood next to Star and Vic stood by the door with me. I just couldn't stop looking at him.

This is so weird...

Well, weird is an understatement, cause dude I felt like I was smack dab in the middle of an episode of the 'Twilight Zone.'

"Hi again. I like this book Mrs. Stone. I've already read 4 chapters. Thanks for lending me your phone." He said placing the phone down respectfully to talk to the ladies.

Manners... check.

"You're most certainly welcome Jr. I'd like to introduce you to a few of my friends. This is Special Agent Richard Grayson, Mrs. Star's husband."

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Grayson." The boy said.

"Same to you young man." They shook hands.

Respect... check.

"And this is my husband Special Agent Victor Stone.

"Hey little man." Vic said and they shook hands as well. Then Karen hesitated, looked at me, then said.

"And this fellow in the doorway is Special Agent Logan. Garfield Logan." Then he looked directly at me.

He has Raven's eyes! He has my girl's eyes! Oh my goodness... is this...

"I know you!" He said, seeming to well-up.

The boy stood, and I freaked out! He's ... walking over to me! What do I do?

Don't panic Logan! Don't you dare panic!

Of course I tried to play it cool. I won't be shook by a kid that's shorter than the chair he's sitting in, although ... I did get beat up by a girl! Heh-heh.

"And how's... that?" I swallowed hard, folding my arms across my chest, totally uncomfortable while clearing my throat. Then he gotten up in my face. We stared at one another for a few minutes, then he ran to his backpack, took out what looks to be an old front page news clipping, and brought it over to me.

"See I remember the name. Garfield Logan... but it says that you died from being shot. My mommy had this! It made her cry all the time! It's the reason she was sick and crying. My aunt Rose said so. She took the picture from mommy, but I went in the trash and took it out. You see...this picture is of my dad." Then he looked back up at me, with tears brewing, and asked...

"If your name is Garfield Logan, than are... are you... my dad?" He almost whispered the last part. I tried to hold back my tears too. I couldn't believe this! I have a son, with Raven! When did this happen!

"Well, I am Garfield Logan... so ... so." And before I knew it, the little boy grabbed me with all the might he had in his little body, and I couldn't help but do the same. When I held him, I felt a jolt... kind of like if you get shocked by an electric socket, and it felt right! It's like I was embracing myself. I was holding... my son!