David’s Favor

David had been working hard lately. On the one hand, he had to contend with his bosses and get the approval to move to Willow Creek – something he eventually managed to procure after they decided they could get a foothold there. On the other hand, he was trying to repair his relationship with his son. He’d been attending what therapy sessions had been set up, and he’d been trying to find a doctor for his son, and he thought he had finally found one. He’d gone in to the office and filled out the paperwork, including releases so they could get the information from the doctors in Seattle. He just hoped Chance would actually try this time.

Thinking on it more, he decided he would drop by the house, and try to talk to the girl his son was living with. He was assuming she might have some influence over Chance, and could encourage him to keep trying, and try harder. He already knew she was helping with his reading, and he felt he should thank her for that, too. Decision made, he headed out, first to a store to pick up a peace offering gift of flowers for her (truth be told, he thought a pretty girl like her deserved some, and partially hoped his son had made a move on her – hell, if she were older, he knew he would).

He made his way to the townhouse she lived in and parked – though he sat in the car for several minutes before shaking his head and getting out, grabbing the flowers (just a simple wildflower bouquet) and headed up to the door, and knocked. After a moment, he heard someone approaching, and the door swung open to reveal just the person he wanted to see.

“I hope I’m not intruding.” he smiled, and held out the bouquet to her.

“No – I wasn’t doing much. Thank  you, by the way.” she took the bouquet from him and invited him inside, heading to the kitchen to place them in water after she’d closed the door behind him.

“I had kind of a favor to ask of you.” he paused, and looked around. “Is Chance here?”

“He is, but he’s sleeping at the moment. So what kind of favor?”

“I just want you to encourage him.” she raised an eyebrow. “With his therapy, I meant. Not his and mine, but his physical therapy, when he starts.”

“I was planning on it. Why did you feel the need to ask me?”

“He gave up to easily last time. If he’d have had encouragement, he might have stuck with it. I think that with you encouraging him this go round, he’ll succeed in as far as the doctors think he’ll be able to go.”

“Well, no worried there. Between Charles and I, and you, of course – he’ll have plenty of encouragement.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

“Anything else?”

“No – that was it. Thanks again.” she nodded, and walked him to the door. He left then, hoping that things would work out this time as he drove away.

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