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No news is good news on Monday.
The walk today took longer than usual getting to the park; I was in deep thought about the events of the past few days. My stomach became uneasy and as I passed the coffee stand I thought to my self “First time for everything”
Canada geese littered the park, there seemed to be hundreds. I sat on the bench; the light from the sun had already melted the layer of frost and made it bearable to sit on. I brought out my sketch pad and pencil I usually keep in my coat for a rainy day and started to sketch what I saw.
A few people passed by staring at my pad; if I was looking up I would give a warm smile accepting their curiosity. One couple stopped and asked if they could take a better look at what I was sketching. They smiled and said it was great, then went on about how one of their cousins owns an art gallery in town and that if I do more professional work they do consignment. I noted that I mostly sketch as a hobby but would keep it in mind. They smiled and said goodbye. I waved.
It was still a bit chilly; bearable however you still needed your coat to stay warm. I decided to walk to the stand and grab a cup of coffee. Not many people have walked through the park, leaves rustled under my feet as I went down the path to the stand.
Good day’ Evan.
G’d mornin’ jack, And how ar you doin’ today?
Fine, Fine, thanks for askin. ( I threw a half hearted smile at him)
(Evan leaned closer to me as my attention was off on a news paper)
Have ye heard the news?
News?
About Father Jasper?
(I laughed) Not one of those jokes again eh Evan?
Noo! This es serious!, Ar you sure you don know?
Know what?… what is it Evan?
(Evan looked around making sure nobody was close enough to hear)
The Father as’ cancer, he’s in de hospital. Went in dis mornin’.
I was silent. I’m assuming by the look of Evan’s face that I turned a ghostly white. I nodded in thanks and walked off.
