"What is with that smile, son?" father asked.
"Time is a wasting, Father. Ready to celebrate with me?"
He leaned across, hugged me tightly, and kissed the top of my head. "I cannot begin to describe how that one question from you, has created such happiness for me. I love you, my boy," he smiled.
"So do I," I giggled. "Would you like me to write Mum the note or do you wish too?"
"If you could fetch a piece of parchment from the top of the bookcase, and the quill, I will write it."
I held the bugle with my right hand, stood, and placed it on the bench behind me. I walked towards the bookcase, pulled a piece from under a large rock, grabbed the quill next to the pieces of parchment, turned around, and walked less than a few steps towards father. I handed him the quill first. Father reached and grabbed it with his left hand, and then he reached for the parchment with his opposite.
I stood in front of him, watching father tap his temple with his right index finger, and stared blankly at an empty page. After a few seconds passed, he peered up.
"What should be written?"
"Tell her that you and I went to the river to read, and we're celebrating your Honor. I know I will be thinking about it, and the rose and bugle too. I wish I could visit the country, just to see your birthplace. The way you described your friends, it appears that not all British are awful."
Father's bellowing laughter erupted. "That last comment by you son, has satisfied my jollies for today. Of course, not all of us are scoundrels. I am British, and your Father."
I grinned, and watched father scrawl writing on the parchment. After several minutes, he stopped, and handed me the letter.
"What say you be honest, and let me know what you think," he said directly.
I held the page, and read it aloud:
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![Image](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/raizenhell/ToMum2Letter.jpg)
When I had finished, I peered upwards, and noted an expressionless man.
I grinned, and handed the letter to father. "Well, you were indeed in a rush," I commented. "There were several mistakes."
Father raised and eyebrow, and then brought the letter close to his face. The page was less than a foot from his eyes. I heard father mumble, as he read the letter aloud also.
He raised his head over the page, so that I only saw father's eyes. "What errors were there?"
"There were words capitalized that should have not been, and you misspelled believe and favor."
"Samuel," father chuckled. "That is my speech, and the majority of Bostonian's too, although you are correct, I misspelled believe but I did not misspell favor."
"The majority of Bostonians are illiterate," I retorted. "Shopkeepers have to nail signs with pictures, just so someone will know they are a shoemaker. Besides, the Bible doesn't have needless words capitalized."
"Oh, in the filth!" father grunted, by waving his right hand. "Your statement is sufficient, and there is no arguing with that assumption but where should it be placed so your mother will see it?"
I smiled inside. I had bested father with my own words. "Why not leave the letter on top of the bench? I can reach under, and place the Bible on top. You could leave the quill on top of the Bible as well; it might draw more attention for Mum."
"A fine suggestion, Samuel. Here, take these."
I reached, and gripped the pages. I hunched over, and grabbed the Bible with my right hand. I placed the letter on the bench, and put the Bible on top.
"There," I said.
"Take the quill too," father said.
I turned, reached for the quill, and opened the Bible. I tucked the quill in the middle, and released. I watched the book close on its own, as the pages made a flapping sound.
"Finished," I said.
"Good. Help an old farm animal up?" he smiled.
Laughing, I stepped in front of father. "Have your walking stick?"
His smile faded. "Thank you for the reminder." Father leaned to his right, and gripped the stick with his right, and extended his left. "Assistance by you, and we shall be off."
I gripped his left hand with mine, and with my right, I also wrapped it around father's left wrist. I pulled back, and brought him steadily to his feet.
"Go select a few books," father said, pointing to the bookcase. "And fetch the other Bible, please. Whilst I read it, if you wish, you can lean against me, and we can read the Bible together."
"If are wanting me to read along with you, all you need is to ask, Father," I grinned.
Father smiled. "Will you read the Bible with me, son?"
I rushed forward and wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him.
"Careful, Samuel. You would not want to aggravate my injury," he warned.
I released my grasp, and peered upwards, displaying a wide grin. Father was still smiling, and pointed to the right of him.
I nodded happily, and walked to the left of me. At the bookcase, I found the second Bible on the first shelf, next to a gap, where the other was before. I gripped the Bible, and placed it under my armpit. Without reading the titles, I grabbed two other books; one was very thick, the other was short in length. I walked briskly in front of father again and said, "I have the Bible and two others, Father."
"Thank you, Samuel. Hand me the Bible, please. I will help lighten your load."
I handed him the book, and father placed the Bible under his right armpit. I put the other two books under my right arm too. I stepped by father's left side, and instantly felt extra weight. I held his weight and we walked slowly to the house's entrance. I opened the door with my left hand, father and I walked outdoors, and I closed the door.
I peered up, smiling as we walked down the steps. Father looked down; displaying the largest smile I had ever seen on his lips. Father temporally lifted his left hand from my shoulder, and ruffled my hair. I returned the gesture by pinching a cheek beginning to wrinkle.
"A cow doesn't wrinkle but a Father that has aged gracefully. I meant what I said."
I watched his stomach bounce as father laughed. "Many thanks, son. Shall we be off?"
I nodded.
Father's hand resumed its position around my neck. Our smiles remained, as we hobbled west.
Our destination: Enjoying each other's company on a brilliant August afternoon by the river.
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