Chapter 31 - Greg

After eating their killer breakfast, Greg and Sam made themselves useful in the kitchen. Nadine looked surprised at their efficiency, until they explained their work at the soup kitchen back in Indiana.

“Well, that’s a fortunate coincidence,” she said with a smile. The way she emphasized the word reminded Greg of his parents. It had that hint of sarcasm that meant whatever had happened was no coincidence at all, but a scheme from Fate.

Nadine looked up at the big, round clock on the wall. “We’re even ready a bit early!”

It was 6:55 A.M. and the doors opened at 7:00 AM.

“We can help serve, too,” Sam offered.

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled with excitement. She loved being in a kitchen working with her hands, and she loved watching people enjoy what she’d cooked. Greg couldn’t help but smile at her content expression. This was what he wanted for her. These were the emotions he wanted her to feel. There had been too much fear and anxiety lately, even as he’d tried to protect her. Maybe he’d been wrong about New York. Maybe it’d be good for her, because this was where she was meant to be.

What a coincidence!

“I never turn down help at the food line.” Nadine squatted by a set of cabinets and started digging inside. “That means I have more time to clean and get everything back in order and ready for the next meal. Here, put these on.” She handed them gloves, paper aprons and hats, then turned to Dan. “I guess we can open a few minutes early.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He retrieved a key chain from a hook on the wall. “C’mon!”

He guided Greg and Sam into the dining area, set them in position behind the pans of food they’d brought out earlier and gave them serving instructions.

“I’ll open the door and be right back. Nadine stays in the kitchen cleaning when we’ve got help out front. So it’ll just be us.” Key in hand, he turned and cut across several rows of tables and chairs.

Greg pulled his gloves on. “Feels kinda like home.”

They’d stood together behind the food line, ladles in hand, many times. Helping others created a sense of companionship that seemed to flow in the air. He enjoyed sharing that with Sam and sensing her contentment. It was contagious.

Sunlight spilled into the room as Dan opened a set of large wooden doors. People started to file in, moving at a sluggish pace, their bodies bent down like malnourished trees. He exchanged a glance with Sam. This was different from home. The guests there always hurried to reach the line, too hungry to wait another minute. Here, they looked just as hungry, but not even the idea of food seemed enough to invigorate them.

He looked toward Sam, trying to perceive a change in her mood, but there didn’t seem to be any. If anything, her eagerness to help and serve seemed to increase. It couldn’t be easy to be around all these severed Morphids. Maybe she was getting better at managing the response their presence brought on. He had gotten better at understanding her emotions and the warnings his Keeper instincts sent him. As long as he wasn’t too busy kissing Sam, anyway. He felt his ears get hot at the memory of that night and what they’d been about to do.

The first guest reached the line. Greg shook his head and tore his mind off those distracting thoughts. He took a divided paper plate from a stack and scooped some eggs into one of the sections. They weren’t real eggs like the ones Nadine had prepared for them, but they still looked better than the ones they usually served in Indiana.

He handed the plate to Sam and picked up another one. Meanwhile, she served two sausage links in the second partition of her plate and gave it to Dan. He added a piece of toast on top of the eggs, then filled the last partition with a small scoop of canned fruit.

The first guest received the plate along with a plastic spork, napkin and small packets of salt and pepper.

After filling a few plates, they got the swing of things and the line began moving at a good clip. Greg had started to shuffle plates like a robot, barely paying attention, when Sam broke the rhythm and left him hanging.

He looked over, wondering what the hold-up was. Her expression was frozen into a mask of surprise that sent his instincts searching for danger. He put everything down to free his hands, then followed her startled gaze.

“Jacob?” she said in a half whisper.

Looking just as startled as Sam, a boy of about seven or eight stood staring back. “Sam, is that you?” he said in the same incredulous tone.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

Jacob frowned. He hadn’t seen Sam since before she morphed. “Did you . . . ? Are you a . . . Morphid?” He added the last word in a whisper, a hand cupped to the side of his mouth.

Sam laughed. “I am.”

“Me too!” he exclaimed in a louder voice that made even the most sluggish guests turn their heads in the boy’s direction.

Sam abandoned everything, ran to the other side of the food line and wrapped the boy in a bear hug. He wrapped his spindly arms around her neck in return. After a quick hug, they pulled away from each other and started talking at the same time.

“What are you doing here?” Jacob asked.

“Oh, my God. I can’t believe you’re here. I thought I’d never see you again!” Sam said.

“Friends?” Dan asked with mock skepticism, then laughed at his own joke.

“You’re holding up the line,” one of the few humans in line grumbled.

“Sorry.” Sam stepped away from Jacob.

“Here you go, little man.” Dan handed Jacob a plate. “I gave you an extra scoop of fruit.” He winked and Jacob smiled a huge smile. “We can finish here if you want to go with your buddy, Sam. Looks like you two might have a lot to catch up on.”

“Yeah, go ahead,” Greg said. “We’ve got this.”

Sam was radiant now. She’d been so worried about Jacob, finding him here had to be a huge relief.

“That’s my boy,” the next man in line mumbled.

He’d been standing there all along, and Greg had barely noticed him.

“Hi, Mr. Cofield,” Sam said. “Remember me. Sam, from the soup kitchen in Indiana.”

A certain recognition sparkled in man’s eyes, but it was gone in an instant.

Before the more alert people in line went on riot, Greg started loading the plates with sausages and passing them on to Dan.

Jacob’s dad hovered over the boy in a protective manner as if he expected Sam to hurt him.

“Hey, Bruce, here’s your plate.” Dan pushed the food in front of Jacob’s dad to distract him. “Why don’t you and Jacob sit down and eat before it gets cold?”

Bruce took the plate and stared at it for a moment before moving on—Sam going with them and chatting animatedly with Jacob.

Dan shook his head. “He’s very protective of the little boy, whether you mean him harm or not. I hate to think of it, but Mateo says he worries something bad might happen to Jacob.”

“What do you mean?” Greg filled another plate, trying to find a new rhythm.

“Well, Mateo senses nothing but a protective need from Bruce. Apparently, it’s strong. Weird for someone in his state of mind. He’s also says strange things sometimes, like, ‘she got it all wrong. Nothing will happen to him.’ Stuff like that. Could be a Seer or a Morphid with a skill to glimpse the future told Bruce something was going to happen to the boy. That’s what Mateo thinks, anyway.”

“That’s messed up, man.” Knowing that something might happen to a loved one would be a nightmare. “All parents are protective, though. Maybe that’s all.” Greg hoped no one told Sam about this. She didn’t need more things to worry about.

“Yeah, I rather look at it that way, too.” Dan discarded an empty container of fruit and replaced it with another. “I’d hate to be a Seer, dude. I like living in the day. The future is an illusion.”

“Ooh, watch out!” Nadine said as she came out of the kitchen. “Dan is getting philosophical again.”

Nadine started gathering the empty pans and containers. A familiar and friendly banter began between the two as she cleaned up.

Greg looked over the people in line and searched the different tables until he saw Sam and Jacob. They were talking and smiling. As Greg continued to serve food, his gaze kept wandering back to that spot.

Another coincidence. How many was that so far?

This last one had felt like a good one, at first, but after what Dan had said, Greg wasn’t so sure anymore.

He scooped up another glob of eggs and hoped the nagging feeling Dan had put in his gut didn’t mean anything at all.