Landon was talking to the doctor about what treatments he was going to have to get for his cancer of the lymphatic system, lymphoma. "Well. First you'll do chemotherapy, by the veins not the arm. After that we'll do some radiation to have a better chance of not having a relapse." Landon just sat, trying to take it all in. "Okay," spilled Landon. It was all he knew what to say. He didn't know it would be so serious. "I think we'll do chemo for let's say.um, 9 weeks? How does that sound?"
"It sound's like it will suck. But it's not like I have a choice," shrugged Landon. The doctor nodded, "You need to stick around - You're children have already had a mother who died for cancer. They don't need both of the parents dying from it." Landon shrugged. He still felt like dying to go see Jamie. But he couldn't because of her. He left the doctor's feeling torn. HONK! HONK!
"Come on Landon!" screamed Cynthia from the window. Landon smiled sheepishly and went into the truck. "Can you take me to the main part of Beaufort. I need to make a couple stops here and there."
"As long as you take them with you," she responded, pointing to the back. Landon agreed. Guess they could visit their mommy too. Cynthia didn't bother asking where he wanted to go. She pulled up toward the entrance of the cemetary. "Bye Landon. The stroller's in the back." Landon gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and went to the back, pulling out the yellow stroller. "Come on," he cooed, unbuckling the children from the car seat and plopping them into the stroller. He slammed the door and waved his hand, and she left.
He pushed the stroller through the gate. He picked two of the wild flowers there, and handed each child one. Hope threw it instantly and Faith put it in her mouth. "No, No!" he said, frustrated. They were supposed to put them on their mom's grave! He decided to forget it.
They were finally at Jamie's grave, and Landon sat down by the stone. He took the children out, not caring if they got dirty. "See Jamie," he said to the sky, "I brought your children here. I tell them every day how much you love them." He thought he saw her face in the clouds and blinked. It was just a regular cloud.
"Hey man!" he heard a man exclaim. He looked behind him to see his best bud Eric. "Hi," he said, getting up and picking up the two crawling infants and setting them gently in the stroller. "I'm sorry about Jamie."
"It's okay," said Landon, not wanting to think of it anymore. "Want to go to the barber with me?"
"Sure. What haircut are you getting? Mohawk?" laughed Eric.
"Actually, I'm getting it all shaved off," replied Landon. Eric laughed harder at this. "Why?" he asked in between laughs. "Because it's gonna fall out soon anyway. I have cancer." Eric instantly stopped laughing and straightened up. "Look man, I'm sorry. I didn't kno-,"
"It's fine, okay. You didn't know. How could you?" he said. Eric cleared his throat. "Well-,"
"So you coming man?" he asked, pushing the stroller toward the exit. Suddenly Landon's phone rang. "Hello?"
"This is Mr. Carter, correct."
"Yes. Why are you calling?" he asked, confused. How did this guy get his number? "Look, if you're selling anything."
"I'm not," interrupted the man. "We have a warrant for you mother's arrest. Do you have any idea where she is?"
"What do you mean, you have a warrant? She hasn't done a thing!"
"Where is she sir?"
"I don't know," he said, giving Eric a "I'm confused" look.
"Sir, tell us now or we will arrest you."
"Look, I don't know where she is. Goodbye." He hung up the phone. "My mom has a warrant out for her arrest," he said, staring at the sky.

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