"Do you need anything else Judith?" Jim asked while heading to the closet to grab his coat so he could start his errands.
"No dear." answered Judith, while thinking about her recent communications with her son.
She had received a small scroll via pigeon carrier. It was written in a made up language that
she could not possibly understand, which could only mean one thing. JJ was coming home.
"Okay, well I am off."
Jim opened the closet door and immediately found himself inside the closet with the
door closed and someone's hand around his mouth.
His eyes grew wide and he muffled, "Son! Your home. Your Mothe........."
"Shhhhhhhh." JJ hissed and whispered, "Not so loud. I am always being followed, remember?"
"Oh,oh,oh, yeah. I remember. Sorry." Jim stated as silently as he could.
"Your Mother is going to be so pleased you came to visit."
"I am happy too, Dad."
"I will go get your mother."
Jim walked out of the closet and went into Judith's study and said in a low voice, "JJ's here."
Her eyes immediately lit up as Jim started motioning with his hands as a reminder that she has to act normal
so as not to draw any unwanted attention to their situation.
Judith composed herself and walked into the living room. With a confused look on her face she started to say, "Where's...",
but then she heard, "Sit down in the arm chair facing the sofa."
"There you are." she whispered as she made her way to the sofa.
Directly across the Juniper root coffee table sat JJ in the middle of the sofa. He had acquired the same design pattern and was
fully clothed in it so as to blend in and not be seen by those that were following him.
"It's great to have you home honey." Judith started with a low voice. "How have you been?"
"Oh...same ol, same ol. My job keeps me rather busy. I think that if I had realized the dedication that it takes to do this job,
before taking this job, I may have picked a different career."
Judith laughed. JJ's sense of humor often made her laugh. She always enjoyed these little visits.
"They're here." said Jim, as he entered the living room.
Judith always felt sad when they showed up to take her son back to the asylum, but he always found a way to come back home.
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edit on 7-1-2019 by highvein because: (no reason given)