Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
Cole didn’t know why Joyce had called him and invited him over for dinner. Instantly, he was afraid he would be reproached for telling Jonathan and Will his news... though, Joyce had told him he could. Maybe she’d changed her mind, or maybe it had gotten back to her that he’d been in varying states of intoxication when he delivered the news. Still, he felt he owed it to her-- for her kindness-- to show up on time, in a clean shirt, with a small bouquet he’d picked up at Melvald’s. He’d had a drink or two earlier in the day, to soothe his nerves, but by the time he was walking up the all-too-familiar porch, its effects were wearing thin.
Pasting a smile on his face, Cole knocked twice. She opened the door in record speed, and held out her arms for him. Cole obliged, giving her a loose hug, and then held out the arrangement of baby’s breath and peonies he’d picked up, like a peace offering. “Hi, thanks for having me--” he hesitated, unsure what to call her. Mrs. Byers felt too formal, Joyce felt too casual. “I’m doing a lot better,” Cole said, shaking his now cast-free arm. “Jonathan’s out. How is he?” Cole had seen him-- spoken to him, at The Hideaway the other day-- but they hadn’t exactly broached the topic of Jonathan’s physical health.
who: joyce && @loverboymontgomery what: momma joyce checking up on those she loves - her next victim being cole. where: the byers house
things might have been a little rough for joyce lately — between bob returning, all of the stuff that happened on the 4th of july and the chaos that was work and the simple stress that came along with having a job, the one little constant in her life was her kids. biological and not. of course she had made it a point to invite cole over, food prepared and everything - he was just as much her kid as the rest of jonathan, will and eleven’s friends were. and his existence itself hit too close to home for her for obvious reasons. she meant what she said that moment she found out about cole and his relation to her children - he always had her. they were family.
door opens with a smile on her face, arms extending out for the boy with a warm smile. “how you doing, honey?”