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It was early in the evening when Charlton returned to the apartment.
He found Charlotte's luggage stacked neatly by the door, ready to be loaded into
the car.
"Chuck," asked Angela, upon seeing him step through the front door, "Do
you know where the mate to this pink sock is?" They were the first words out
of Angela's mouth since his return.
"No," replied Charlton, realizing he hadn't been missed.
"Well," said Angela, placing her hands on her hips, "I guess that's
everything." Charlotte walked into the room, dressed in the traveling clothes
her Aunt had picked out.
"You look nice," said Charlton, in a lame attempt to cheer her. Charlotte
looked down, refusing to acknowledge the presence of her father. Angela cleared her
throat.
"It's time to leave," she said, picking up her purse. "Our flight
takes off in half an hour."
"I'll put the gear in the car," replied Charlton.
"Gear?" repeated Angela, quizzically. "Oh yes, I forgot. You always
had such a way with words, Chuck," she smiled. "Charlotte, dear, why don't
you get in the car," said Angela, in a firm voice that suggested an order rather
than a request. "We really do need to hurry if we're going to catch our flight,"
reminded Angela, seeing Charlton's hesitancy with the "gear."
The short drive to the Silver Bow County Airport was over all too soon for father
and daughter. Charlton helped load Charlotte's luggage onto the conveyor belt and
waited as Angela presented her tickets at the counter. While Angela was busy with
the tickets, Charlton tried to speak to Charlotte, but when he opened his mouth,
she turned away.
"It's time to say good-bye to your father," announced Angela returning
from the ticket counter. "Our flight is about to take off."
"Good bye, Charlie," said Charlton. "I know you don't want to talk
to me right now, but I'm doing what's best for you. I want you to remember that."
Charlotte looked away, as if she didn't hear him. "I love you," he said,
his voice breaking.
"I wish you well, Chuck," began Angela, "and don't worry about Charlotte.
I'll treat her as if she were my own." Angela hurriedly shook hands with her
brother-in-law and started Charlotte toward the plane.
Charlotte took a quick glance back. Her father was weeping and looking very much
alone. Angela's grip on her arm tightened.
"Be strong for your father, Charlotte. Remember what he said, 'I'm doing what's
best for you,'" reminded Angela. Confused and hurt, Charlotte got onto the plane
and took her seat. The strain soon became too much. She fainted.
Charlton watched as the airplane slowly disappeared from view. He reached into his
jacket pocket and pulled out a small, pink sock. It was all he had left.
"Woe is me now! for the LORD hath added grief to my sorrow; I fainted in my
sighing, and I find no rest."
~ Jeremiah 45:3 ~
"My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge."
~ Hosea 4:6 ~
"Train up a child in the way [she] should go: and when [she] is old, [she] will
not depart from it."
~ Proverbs 22:6 ~
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