Saint Slayer of the Passover chapter 6
A rattle sound came from the far south side. Lousis stopped again for a moment and saw a beam of light coming towards the gate that is label "Wiston Resistance"
"What's wrong?" Clovis asked lousis who's spaced out.
"You go ahead. I'll see whose coming." Lousis quickly ran down the hill.
The two horses pushed the heavy carriage that was full with luggage up the hills. One of the horses has brown spots on the body and the other one was a black horse. A man with brown, thick mustache took off his hat and told the horse to stop by gently yanking the collars that was wrapped around those two horses nose to the neck.
The man jumped off the carriage, held out a small knife to untie the ropes. He carried two heavy bags in his hand and started walking up the steepist hilly snow.
Lousis has spotted a man coming this way.
"Papa!" he yelled with happiness to see his father finally coming home.
"Lousis, is that you? My son grown up in a short amount of time, eh?" Henrickson yelled back with chuckles.
He quickly helped his father carry other luggage's that were left in a carriage. "Mother, papa is back!"
Maria quickly rushed out of the kitchen, still had her apron on. "Honey!" she reached her arms our and hugged her husband tightly. "I was so worried when you didn't reply us back for days."
"I was so busy in the city. Sorry to worried you."
"let me carry one!' she reached out her hands and grabbed one of the bags from her husband's hand.
"Honey, you shouldn't push yourself. Where's Clovis?" henrickson asked her. He didn't look too happy about it because eldest son wasn't taking his responsibility to help his wife out.
"Clovis is looking after the children. He'll be glad to see you!"
"Don't force yourself." He said to his wife with worries.
Only few steps up the hill, they finally reached to their house.
Maria opened the door. "Clovis, your father has come back home!"
Clovis stopped stirring the stew that was steaming on a hot stove. He put the silver spoon down and ran out of the kitchen to greet his father.
"welcome home, father!" how's your trip in the cities?" Clovis asked as he held the bags in his hands.
"It was very cold and one busy city. "He took off his coat and hung on a hook that was attached to the wall near the door.
"The dinner will be ready soon." She went inside the room to finish cooking up the sauce for the roasted chicken.
Henrickson sat on a couch with his glasses on to read the piles of newspapers that were on the table.
"Why weren't you helping your mother, Clovis? He asked him as he flipped the pages of the newspaper with his two fingers. "I told you to help her out as much as you can while I was gone."
Clovis stood there for a moment. He knew he was call for some trouble. It true, he hasn't helped his mother for a while. He's father was right on alert to everything even though he wasn't here the whole time.
"Honey. He's been helping me with lot things. Just that he has a lot of homework to do since he's middle school." She carried the plates out of the cabinet.
"Really?" he asked her with a look perhaps she might say it to protect her son from breaking the promises Clovis made to him.
"Don't look at me like that." She pouted at him as she made her way to another cabinet to get the forks, spoons and knives.
Clovis understood why his father would be serious he haven't taken care of his mother.
To be continued.
