The next morning House woke up, stretched and looked over at the calendar which had been conveniently placed upon his bedside table. Thursday again. It never fails, just when things are looking as though they are being brought back to normal, some higher power sends you a reminder of what still needs to be done. Damn you, Karma. What dud I do to deserve this?
This thought in mind, House limped over to the closet in search for something suitable to wear for this occasion. Deciding on the same thing he wore last week, the crippled man got dressed and headed towards the kitchen. As he limped down the hall, House could hear the faint sound of music which meant that his mother had arrived and was now seated at the piano greeting the day with song.
Despite any feeble attempt to stop himself, House started singing along with the melody under his breath while finally finding himself in the kitchen.
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Moments later, the music stopped and Blythe met her son in the kitchen.
"Good Morning."
"Morning."
"Did you sleep well?"
"No."
This wasn't surprising to Blythe. She knew these weekly appointments were not Greg's favorite thing but what could be done? They were mandatory.
They are in silence, both parties contemplating about the day's events. The Houses had never been a religious family. In fact, John House had always told his son that if he believed in faith then he would be cut off from the blood line. An empty threat certainly but House had always taken it seriously up until now.
"Sorry Dad."
This comment had been said under his breath so as to not disturb his mother's peace of mind.
"What'd you say Greg?"
"I said…I should get going."
"Right."
As he limped towards the door, House could feel his mother's piercing gaze watching from a far.
"I won't be out late."
"Greg."
"I'll send Father Crane, your regards."
"Greg."
Hearing his name called for the second time in thirty seconds, House turned towards his mother and accepted her warm embrace.
"Your doing the right thing."
"Yeah, so they tell me."
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After leaving the apartment, House had only been driving for a short time when he came upon a small church with a sign sitting in the front lawn that read:
Welcome to Saint Mathis. Peace Be with you.
Today's schedule: Prayer Group with Father Crane
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