William ran through his head any idea for a big, filling meal, coming to the conclusion that Garrett would at the same time. "Spaghetti?" they asked simultaneously. They looked at each other, bewildered. William shrugged and went inside to find the noodles. Garrett followed. "You can come in."
"Garrett," he mumbled, scared of her. She had a weapon! What was he supposed to do against someone who was armed? William found the noodles, set them on the conter, and walked to Erie, extending his hand. "Hello, my name is William. I am Garrett's uncle." He stood erect, hoping Garrett would know betetr than to say something off-hand
"Do not thank me," he stated. "Thank the country. If it wasn't for its existence, I would have had no liberty or freedom to protect." Garrett felt pride swell up in his own chest. His uncle may be strict, but at least he had honor and integrity. He would be scared around this girl, but William was perfectly calm and controlled. Maybe manning up would be a good idea after all.
"I am aware." He gave a tiny smile before he walked into the kitchen, opening the noodles and dumping them in the pot. "So, are you a runaway?" He was more curious than anything. It wouldn't be the first time he'd helped a runaway. He'd helped his friend run away from his house once when his dad was violently inebriated.
William turned he heat on the noodles way down and opened a cupboard, pulling out a jar of sauce. "I hope you're not allergic to tomatoes or something," he said, taking out a shallow pan and opening the sauce. He poured it into the pan and set it so it would simmer. "How old are you?"
Garrett kept his mouth shut. Throw a runaway into the mix and he was a perfect host. Give him his own nephew and it was all strict.
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William kept his attention on his spaghetti. "Army," he answered simply. "I was in Iraq for a while. Didn't see much action, really." He didn't mention the carbombing. It seemed wrong to mention it in front of a complete stranger, even if she was sharing the second dinner with them.
Garrett's mind was elsewhere. Where, he couldn't exactly decide. But it was somewhere else, that was for sure. Dinner was smelling good...
"Was he overseas?" To WIlliam, that mattered more than what regiment or division anyone was in. If you were in a great division and did nothing, it didn't matter. If it was the other way around, it mattered a lot.
When the spaghetti was done, William reached up and pulled a plate off of the cupboard, putting a couple of scoops of noodles and heaping them onto the plate. He then ladelled the sauce on top of them. "I'm sure he's alright. Where's he stationed?" He pull
When the spaghetti was done, William reached up and pulled a plate off of the cupboard, putting a couple of scoops of noodles and heaping them onto the plate. He then ladelled the sauce on top of them. "I'm sure he's alright. Where's he stationed?" He pulled out a fork and mixed the sauce into the noodles, then went back to the stove and repeated the process for the other two plates.
Garrett walked into the kitchen, deciding to smile at Erie to be nice. He imagined she must be freaked out. She had run from home or whatever and was in a house of complete strangers. He'd be terrified, personally. He took his seat at the table. William set the plates in front of Garrett and Erie. William sat down with his. "Anyone want to lead in prayer?" he asked.
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Garrett decided to speak, though he knew it was a bad idea. "Umm, sir, we don't even know if she's Christian..." William sighed. "Garrett, I'm willing to bet that she is." Garrett stood p. What was he thinking? He couldn't win with William. "The First Amendment gives everyone the right to freely express religion. The services-"
"Shut it." William was enraged. How dare his nephew confront him in front of a guest? Thirty push-ups this time. After dinner. Garrett sat down. "Since you're so eager to speak," he growled, "you can pray."
"Dear God, we thank you for this day. You've done so much for us, and we're grateful to be alive, Lord. Bless this food to our bodies, forgive us our sins, and keep us closer to you." William nodded. Gerrett continued. "And God, I pray that one of us at the table realize that imposing your will on your nephew is not the best move in a moral sense, Lord. We pray for these things in you son's name, Amen." William stared at Garrett. Garrett shrugged. "Manning up."
Garrett and William both ate in complete silence. Garrett was worried about what would happen when Erie left. William wondered if he was self-destructing by telling Garrett to be a man and stand up for himself and what he believes in. "Erie," William said, noticing the copious amounts of spaghetti she was fitting into her mouth, "you're welcoem to eat here at any time." He smiled.
William had to ask something, but he'd do it when Garrett wasn't in the room. "How's the spaghetti?" he asked. He now recognized the signs, the frail frame, the way she looked like she was wanting to run. She was one of two things, runaway or an abused child. A runaway could be taken care of; he'd done it before. An abused child would lead to someone getting hurt. Namely the twisted soul doing so.
William got up and walked to her, speaking in a low voice. "If you ever need anything, consider our house your home. Or second home."
"How come you can't be nice to any other people?" Garrett asked. William turned around and looked at him, a serious look on her face. "She's abused." Garret's jaw dropped. "How can you-" "She looks like she hasn't eaten, she has a shade of a bruise visible, she looks scared of anyone and everyone, jept her hand in her pocket on a possible weapon, and wanted out of here as quickly as possible." Garrett decided to just shut up and finish dinner. William had lost his appetite.
They went to bed. Garrett fell out the second he hit his pillow. William, o nthe other hand, stayed awake and sat at the table. It was hard, knowing that he knew for a fact the girl was abused and he wasn't doing anything about it. He prayed and looked off where she had disappeared to. Suddenly, the phone rang.
Garrett was dreaming of chasing down a man who had been stealing from the house. While running, Garrett grew a foot taller. His muscles started to bulge and become sculpted to his frame. He chased down the man and beat him to a bloody pulp, proud that he was now a man. The dream was dispelled, however, when the phone rang.