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A/N: Well believe it or not we're coming down to the end of the story. That you all for hanging on for this long, just hang in there for a little longer.
Reba picked her way though the various piles of stuff that lay on the kitchen table. As she turned with an armload of things, she heard something hit the floor. Looking down, she noticed the pad that Cole had been writing in. Setting the things to the side, she bent down and picked the pad up with a since of reverence. She had known that Cole had intended to return soon, but this was solid proof that he indeed planned to do so. Opening the pad, she began to read.
The first thing he had written was the lyrics to a song, something that she found rather interesting, having always wanted to be a singer. Then she saw that he had dedicated the song to her. She had always known that Cole saw things in a unique way, sometimes even he and Kyra didn't see eye to eye.
Reba felt a smile form on her face as she read though more and more of his writings. Cole was a very gifted writer when it came right down to it. Then she turned the page, and her smile disappeared. It was a journal of sorts, keeping track of the progression.
"Hey Reba, I wanted to talk to you about what Cole's punishment it going to be when he gets back to New Orleans," said Brock as he walked in the kitchen door. Reba turned and slammed into him, forcing him back against the door.
"Your son went to New Orleans to offer his help to who ever he could find, and while he was sick on top of that," she said, letting Brock go and holding up the pad.
"What are you talking about? What do you mean he's sick?" asked Brock.
"Oh open your eyes Brock, Cole's had a worsening case of Pneumonia since the storm. The coughing fits, the shortness of breath, the exhaustion, its all there as proof." Brock sat down at the table and allowed this to sink in.
"I've been an idiot haven't I?" he asked.
"Among other things," she answered. Brock leaned forward and rubbed his temples.
"What am I going to do?" he asked to no one in particular.
"Go back over to your house, get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness from your wife. Cause frankly Cole isn't the only one around here it irritates," said Reba. Brock sighed and stood.
"What if she doesn't except it?" he asked.
"What part of 'down on your knees and beg' don't you understand?" asked Reba. Brock stood and walked to the door, set on completing the task his family had put to him.
"You don't seem all that worried about Cole," said Brock. Reba cocked her head.
"Neither do you," she said. Brock held up his fingers.
"Been biting my nails off on a regular basis," he said before he walked out the door. Reba nodded slightly.
"Well, time for my daily nervous breakdown," she said to no one in particular.