Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
“Good morning, Peter. How’s your morning going?” asked a gray-haired lady as she walked through the door of the coffee shop.
“Oh, good morning, Mrs. Hudson! You know how Mondays are here. But how about you? How’s your husband?” replied the brown-haired boy as he prepared a coffee with enviable ease. Practically everyone in the neighborhood knew how clumsy Peter Sykes could be, but they also knew that, when it came to his coffee shop, his usual clumsiness was completely left behind.
“Oh, you know how Henry is. He keeps refusing to use a cane. The other day, he nearly fell down the stairs because of his limp. I swear to God, Peter, I don’t know what I’m going to do with that man,” Mrs. Hudson complained as she sat in one of the chairs by the café counter. “But tell me about you, dear. How are you and little Harry doing?”
It had been five years since Peter arrived in this small neighborhood in Glasgow with his nephew Harry in tow. The move had been unexpected, but the young man, barely 21 at the time, adapted quickly. The change had been drastic for both of them, but over time, they had earned the affection of the neighbors.
“Well… I think we’re going through a bit of a phase,” Peter said, rubbing his eyes as a trace of exhaustion appeared on his face.
Mrs. Hudson felt a pang of sympathy for the young man. Peter looked so young and seemed to have gone through so much. He was only 24 and was already practically a single father while running his own business.
“Is that so?” Mrs. Hudson asked curiously.
“Do you remember that hedgehog plush Daisy gave him?”
“The one that sings that funny song when you pull the string?”
“That’s the one. Harry keeps pulling the string and laughing every single time as if it were the first time… but I think I’m going to lose my mind if I hear it one more time.”
“Don’t be silly, dear. Kids always have a toy or a song they cling to. It’s normal.”
“I’m not saying it isn’t normal, Mrs. Hudson. I’m just saying I’m sick of that song.”
“I’m sure Harry will move on from that song sooner than you think, dear,” she said with a compassionate smile.
“He will if that toy miraculously stops working…” Peter sighed and then gave a crooked smile. “Although I can’t blame him. The song used to make me laugh at first, too.”
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