“Let me know when you find him.” The kid smirked as he headed for the sink. He filled up a glass with water, drank half, then poured the rest in Amos’s dish next to the stove.
His dark hair plastered to his sweaty head. Dirt skimmed his legs below the hem of his red basketball shorts. His yellow Shelby Lake Lions Soccer T-shirt had a tear in the hem. Not the best duds to wear to see his mama. Maybe he had time for a quick shower.
As if reading her mind, Pete nodded toward the staircase. “Hey, Bubba, grab a quick shower and put on clean clothes, but make it snappy because Agnes needs to get you back.”
“Okay, Grandpa. I bet I can be back down in five minutes, Agnes.”
“Take time to wash.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
He scampered up the steps with Amos on his trail.
Before Agnes could resume her conversation with Pete, tires crunched in the driveway. A minute later, footsteps thumped on the porch; then Ian filled the doorway, a frown creasing his forehead. “What gives, Red? I thought you were meeting me to drop off Griffin.”
She glanced at her watch and swallowed a groan, then nodded toward Pete, who had his back to them. “I was talking with Pete and lost track of time.”
Ian’s eyes narrowed and a muscle jumped in the side of his jaw. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “About what?”
“The weather...rain is in the forecast.”
“Where’s Bubba? We need to get going.” He didn’t acknowledge his dad.
How could those two be in the same room and not say as much as a “hello”?
Agnes sighed and her eyes darted toward the staircase. “He’s in the shower but promises to be down in five.”
“Fine. I’ll wait outside.” Ian turned and pushed through the door.
“Ian...” She tossed a glance at Pete, who exhaled loudly and removed his ball cap to rake his hands through his hair. Feeling torn, she ventured onto the porch to check on Ian.
She found him around the corner, leaning on the railing. She touched his shoulder. “You okay?”
“Fine.” The flared nostrils and thinned lips betrayed his words.
“I didn’t mean to lose track of time.”
“Don’t sweat it. I can make up the time on the road.” He stared at the lake but clenched his jaw. “Did you and Dad have a nice little chat...about the weather?”
She refused to let his sarcastic tone ruffle her feathers. She crossed her arms and pressed her back against the railing. “Did I fight your battles? No. Did I stir the hornet’s nest? Maybe. We’re in this together, Ian. So stop your sulking, because you asked me to be a part of this.”
She longed to ease the worry and frustration from his brow. Pete and Ian shared many traits, including their stubbornness. She just hoped they’d come to a compromise before their family fell apart.
* * *
Little boys should be spending Saturday mornings eating sugary cereal while sprawled in front of the TV or kicking a soccer ball across the field. Not riding three hours to visit their mother in prison.
Griffin stared out the backseat window. Ian could only imagine what he’d thought of this trip every other Saturday for the past four years.
At least they didn’t have to make the trek alone.
He glanced at Red sitting in the passenger seat. “Sorry for being a jerk earlier. Thanks again for coming with us.”
“You’ve thanked me three times now. I get it—you’re appreciative...or else a big chicken to come by yourself.” She smiled to show she was teasing.
No, that wasn’t it...he simply wanted to spend as much time with her as he could.
And he did feel badly for acting like a jerk at the cabin. But that wasn’t her fault. Dad wouldn’t even look him in the eye like a man and say hello. But then he didn’t make much of an effort to greet him either. So they were both to blame.
Ian tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he approached the front gate of Vanderfield Women’s State Correctional Institution. He shifted the engine into Park and reached for his wallet. “I need your driver’s license.”
“I know the drill. Not my first rodeo.” She reached for her purse, dug the card out of her wallet and handed it to him.
He took it, then snagged Griffin’s state ID card out of the cup holder and handed all three IDs to the stern gray-uniformed guard.
Without a smile, the man checked their names against his visitors’ clipboard. He handed them back to Ian, then buzzed the front gate. “Have a nice day.”
“You, too.”
The gates slid back, allowing Ian to drive down the familiar lane to the visitors’ parking lot in front of the prison that looked more like an old college than a correctional facility. Except for the snipers in the watchtowers and the rolled razor wire atop the high electric fencing surrounding the compound.
As soon as Ian shut off the engine, Griffin unbuckled his seat belt and scampered out the back door. Red rounded the front of the SUV and joined them. She ruffled Griffin’s hair. “Ready to go?”
“Yes. Did I tell you Mom’s training a new dog?” Griffin shielded his eyes as he looked at Red and shared about his mother’s participation in the prison’s canine training program.
“No, you didn’t. What kind?”
“A yellow Lab named Otis. She’s had him for two weeks. He sleeps with her and everything.”
“That’s cool. How long will she train this one?”
“She said eight weeks altogether.”
“Have you seen him yet?” Red finger-combed Griffin’s hair away from his face and straightened the collar on his red polo shirt.
“Nah, but Mom described him in her letter.”
“Let’s get inside so you can see him.” Placing a hand at the base of Griffin’s neck, Ian guided him toward the visitors’ entrance.
Inside the door, they emptied their pockets. Ian dropped his wallet, phone and car keys in a bin. Agnes placed her purse in another bin. They allowed Ian to keep three dollars in change to buy snacks while visiting Zoe.
Griffin ran ahead and pulled on the heavy glass door that opened into the visitors’ area.
Cinder block walls painted tan, green vinyl-covered chairs and several scarred wooden tables filled the room. Inmates and their families sat at most of the tables. Griffin scuttled to their usual place in the corner closest to the snack machine and pulled out a chair, its feet screeching against the gleaming tile floor.
Ian gave their names to the guard standing watch near the entrance to the prison cell blocks. He placed his hand on the small of Red’s back and guided her toward the table where Griffin sat on the edge of his chair, bouncing his knee and keeping his eyes glued to the door leading to the cells.
The kid’s excitement at seeing his mom made Ian more determined than ever to get Agape House up and running.
About five minutes later, a door buzzed.
Zoe entered the room with Otis, the new yellow Lab Griffin mentioned his mom training as part of her role in the prison’s dog training program for almost three years.
“Mom!” A grin crossed Griffin’s face. He bolted out of his chair, but Ian caught him around the waist and pulled him back.
“You