Della smiled. “Mean what, Alan?”“What you said? That she saw me as a hero.”“Yes, Alan. She saw you as not just a hero but also an idol. She surely took you in high regard and she couldn't wait to show you in its entirety how she viewed, respected, and loved you. Everything you are now and will be in the future, she predicted it to come to pass.”Alan’s face was frozen in a mask of silence as he wore a stunned expression. His chest tightened with an emotional wave as he struggled to maintain composure.How he wished that Rose was still there for him? How he wished that things could return to the moment when he could return home to his lovely wife.Della noticed that Alan was going overboard so she continued with the question she was going to ask in another effort to change the topic.“Anyway, I was going to ask because I am just curious. How did you know that you needed to save some people inside the inventory? I commended you not because you saved them per se but because you somehow
“Oh, it's nothing. I am just processing how lucky we were that everything went well,” Della spoke, shrugging off Alan’s statement so that she could go deeper into her thought process.Della found it really strange that Alan was able to know that the two ladies were inside the inventory. She wasn't having the response that they called him to come to rescue her. They wouldn't have done that because they didn't know him as a firefighter, she thought.In fact, if they knew that they were going to face a fire outbreak situation, she would have suggested being the one to take up that responsibility because even though she also wasn’t trained to be a firefighter, she might have been more suited to that role.She wasn't underestimating Alan but she couldn't help but think that there was something extra that Alan had which made him able to rescue the two ladies at the inventory.Della didn't want a situation whereby she would have a reason not to trust Alan but for the first time since her dau
Alan could obviously not respond as his throat kept constricting and he was gasping for air.“Alright, Sir, let’s just go this way,” the waitress spoke. “Here, follow this way, Sir. We will help you and find out what happened.”The two workers gripped Alan’s shoulder with a supportive, their arms firm and steady as they helped him hobble to the direction that the waitress was showing them.Della’s face was creasing with concern as she struggled to make sense of the situation. Her voice was inquisitive as she asked questions. “What is happening with him? Was it the food he ate? Where are you taking him to?”The waitress and the other two male workers were hobbling him towards a private room in the restaurant.Della couldn't help but wonder what was going on but she stopped asking questions and followed them instead.The waitress then turned towards Della. “Why don't you just stay here? We just want to get him some help. It appears he has something stuck in his throat. We will just get
She then turned to Alan. “Oh, since you can't talk, take this paper and write. I want to know what exactly you have to say about this.”Alan had accessed the lady from head to toe. She didn't look like someone who could really do sustained harm to someone. She was just bitter about something she thought he did, she thought.Her physique was lean and sturdy and her limbs weary and muscular from the physical demands of her job. Her hair was pulled back in a utilitarian style and conjoined into a tight bun.She also had her shoes scuffed from constant wear and her apron was strained with the remnants of the day’s labor. Alan suspected that more than the weight of her interrogations, she was passing the aggression of her harsh lifestyle on him.He took the pen and paper that was offered to him and wrote while clutching his throat in pain and feeling his belly erupt in a serious commotion. [I am sorry about your brother but I don't know who you are talking about]The waitress yanked the p
He recalled that the moment was the best time for him to start hearing the waitress’ thoughts but there was nothing. He gritted his teeth in frustration. Why was it that it was as if the ability chose when it wanted to come? Why wouldn't it come any time he was in a problem? He wished that he knew what to do to make the ability or whatever it was to come at the time he wanted. The moment he was experiencing was the best time for him to read the waitress’ thoughts. He was sure that she would definitely think about where she kept the antidote and that would be very valuable information for him to extract.Della, meanwhile, was outside the exclusive room around the table where she and Alan were having their dinner.Her forehead creased with a curious frown as she looked around, her eyes searching the room for answers. Where had they taken Alan to? Was it poison that made him choke like that? Her face was a picture of perplexed confusion as she sought to make sense of what was happenin
Alan still had his breath hitched as he could barely put out a speech. He wished that he could at least speak up for himself but he couldn't. It must have been a terrible kind of poison that the waitress used, he thought.He wondered how long he truly had to remain in that condition. He turned his gaze to Della as if to give her a gesture of advice to take things easy on the waitress. The situation was very delicate but he knew that caution had to be taken.“Can you get my brother back from a coma? That’s all I want. Can you someone heal his pain and get him back to me in perfect health,” The waitress spoke with uncertain confidence, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to assert herself despite her fears.Della didn’t understand the whole picture but she knew that the waitress must have had a reason to think that Alan was responsible for the coma condition of her brother. She didn't need to enquire further because the waitress kept her eyes gazing intently, waiting for a sign o
Alan, whose face was turning red with the effort of the breathing had his throat relax with a sudden relief, the antidote coursing through his veins to counteract the poison.His face went pale as the pain eased and air started flowing through his lungs gradually and he drew a deep, shuddering breath.He released a shaky sigh, his chest heaving with the effort of breathing as the antidote restored his health.“Come on, it is time to prepare for Rose Billing’s burial and memorial,” Della reminded Alan immediately after he got back to his health.It was as if it was back to business immediately as they ignored the waitress to her misery.Alan, though knew that there had to be something going on among his seven miners for something as important as the coma of one of them to happen and him not being informed about it.He gritted his teeth in anger because the ground rules were that information about the mining should be kept from their family members but not from him. It appeared that the
He turned towards his Dad, Dexter Greyson who had noticed the anger that Alan was feeling but kept his face glued to the podium as if to avoid distraction.Alan whispered. “Dad, can you see this? Can you see what is going on? What even is the name of the MC? Isn't that Gilead or whatever they call him? How would he introduce Lawrence as Rose’s wife?”Dexter Greyson’s face was a mask of calmness as he placed a touch on Alan’s knee before leaning closer and whispering. “I understand what you are saying but remain calm for a while. Just watch and play along okay? Probably there was an error or something.”Alan whispered back angrily, his teeth bared. “What sort of mistake was that? In such an event where highly placed guests attend - is that where such a mistake is supposed to happen? This is absolute misrepresentation?”“Lawrence was never married to Rose because their papers were not approved at the registry. Even before she died, I discussed this with Rose and she expressed so much gr