The Sea Taketh (Alex Singer) Read Online Free PDF

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    “Go get dressed,” he kisses my head as he stands. “I’ll get the door.”
                  I quickly go down the hallway, frustrated about not working, and wondering who would visit us on a Sunday morning. Joe is home resting, and Jen is at church with her family. I keep my door slightly ajar and listen as Gramps opens the front door.
                  “Tom, I heard you came in during the night,” Dr. Michael Powers’s voice surprises me. He is the last person I expected.
                  “Hello, Mike. What can I do for you this morning?” asks Gramps.
                  “May we come in?”
                  Gramps must have nodded his head because footsteps walk into the living room.
                  “You remember my son, Jackson?” says the doctor.
                  “Yes, can I offer you anything?” Gramps asks.
                  “No, I’ll get straight to the point. We’re very fond of Alex, and we’re concerned about her wellbeing.”
                  “A lot of people are fond of Alex, but they’re not knocking on my door on a Sunday morning.”
                  “Of course, of course,” agrees Dr. Powers. “It’s just this business with her cut hand. We were told that Marjory stitched it up, and we know that although she can be strangely charming, she is…let’s just say eccentric. Then, just this morning we heard that Alexandra is going to be working at the Rec. Center. She is too fragile to be working, even part time.”
                  “Her hand has healed completely, but I already told her that she can’t accept the job,” Gramps says.
                  “Good, but she shouldn’t have been left here to fend for herself with a hurt hand!” snaps Jackson.
                  “I’m a fisherman, I fish for a living, but the Marshes keep an eye on her while I’m away. Jen stays with her.”
                  “It’s not good enough.  Alex deserves better!”Jackson yells.
    Hypothesis # 4 – Jackson Powers is a meddling jerk!
                  I can’t listen to another word. Gramps doesn’t deserve to be talked to like that. I storm into the living room.
                  “Jackson Powers, you need to mind your own business!” I glare at him.
                  He jumps to his feet and swallows noisily as he looks at me. Dr. Powers also stands.
                  “We don’t mean to upset you, Alexandra,” he says. “We’re simply concerned for your health.”
                  I lift my healed hand. “I’m fine…”
                  “Alex, please go get dressed.” Gramps stands protectively in front of me.
                  I’ve forgotten that I’m still in my nightgown but not the flannel one. It is my summer nightgown which hangs loosely off my shoulders. No wonder Jackson is staring at me! I dash to my bedroom without saying another word. Once safely inside, I retake my place at the door.
                  “Tom, we understand that you have many pressures being the sole guardian of Alex, and we don’t want to add to your burden,” says Dr. Powers.
                  “Alex isn’t a burden, but a blessing,” Gramps retorts.
                  “Of course,” he replies, sincerely. “Our goal is the same as yours. We simply want you to know that Alex is welcome to stay with us whenever your work calls you away. We have help that would wait on her hand and foot, giving her what someone in her condition needs.”
                  “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” I hear Gramps open the front door for the Powers. “Now, if you don’t mind, I want to make blueberry pancakes for Alex before she gets out of the shower.”
                  After my shower, hot blueberry