The look said it all, and that amused Timothy.
Well, everyone should be amused. Not only was he going to break his‘no marrying a white woman’rule later for Ethan and Callen, but he was going to drop the woman part of that for Gene.
“Do you think I don’t know of your plans?” Timothy asked. “Because I do. Cats. Philadelphia. Pina Coladas.”
Oh, Jesus.
That made him want to cross himself or take the rosary out that he was wearing.
With good reason, too.
“You’re spooky,” Gene stated.
Timothy roared in laughter and genuinely smiled at the man.
“That was nothing, Son. Join me in the tipi, and I’ll really freak you out.”
Yeah, no.
Pass.
Gene didn’t want to know what was coming. It was like ruining a good book. He liked to take the journey and make it up as he went.
“Thank you for your help,” Gene said.
Timothy stopped him before he could leave. Heading to a cabinet, he pulled a bottle of medicine down, poured three into his hand, and then brought them to Gene.
“Your arm hurts. Take these. You were given medicine. Take it,” he stated.
Oh, that did one thing.
Gene hesitated because he had been given painkillers, and also aspirin from Elizabeth LaRue.
Only, Gene was honest.
“I can’t numb the pain. I have to help Ethan. I get loopy from it.”
Timothy reassured him.
“It’s plain old acetaminophen.”
Oh, well, thank God.
He took them, and tossed them back, trusting the older man not to lie. Gene knew what was coming, and it was going to be a wild storm.
Someone had to save Ethan.
That someone was him.
“Go save my son. He’s running, literally. Stand in the road, and you’ll see him coming to you. He’s out running from the demons that chase him as he waits for salvation.”
Gene didn’t know if he could save him, but he’d try anything.
“I will let you know about dinner, the time,” Timothy said. “See you then and tell my son it isNON-NEGOTIABLE.”
He laughed.
“Oh, like that will sway him. Nice try, but, again, Ethan doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to do.”
