mother the next Saturday afternoon, Ronnie turned to Johnny and whispered,”Jack and Bobby said that mom could come home with us.” Johnny whispered back,”I know, lets do it.” As they rode they held on to each others hands and felt themselves slip into a trance. It was like traveling thousands of miles down roads at the speed of light, bringing those roads back to life as they went. They came face to face with Jack and Bobby for the first time on those roads. As all four boys held hands their feet touched the paths without walking and as they moved the path behind them came back to life.
When they realized they were back in the
car they were already pulling into the hospital parking lot. As soon as the car stopped and the engine sputtered to a halt, they were out of the car running, racing up the stairs and into their moms room. They each had 3 roses in each hand. They found their mother sitting up in bed smiling as they came busting through the door. Each threw both arms around their mother at the same time. They
stayed that way till Paul and Greta walked through the doorway. As Ronnie handed her the three roses from his left hand he said, “These are from me,” and handing her the three from his right hand he said, “And these are from Jack.” Paul and Greta began to cry in astonishment at what they were seeing as Johnny handed her three from his left hand and said “These are from me,” and handed her the three from his right hand saying, “These are from Bobby.” The seconds that passed seemed like hours before anyone spoke again. Margie looked the same as she did the night she became pregnant. Her breath came in gasps as she tried to speak, “I love all of you so much,” was all she could say. Paul and Greta both held her like they would never let her go. Then Paul remembered the gift he was going to surprise the boys with the day all this began. When he pulled the double neck white Fender guitar from under the bed and opened the case the boys couldnʼt believe their eyes. Paul said, ”And this is for my four hardworking boys. You earned every penny of the money that bought
it...For you Johnny and Bobby, and you Ronnie and Jack.” The guitar strap was adjusted so that it could fit around both boys at the same time. Paul held it while the boys moved as one and slipped in between the guitar and strap. Each started playing the one guitar with two necks at the same time. Although neither had touched a guitar before in their entire fourteen years of life, without speaking a word they started playing a song perfectly. One they had only heard before in their favorite movie. At that moment the entire family was moved as they played. They all were truly somewhere, over the rainbow.
THE END
Randy Joe Galloway is a professional singer/songwriter and novelist from South Carolina who now calls Nashville home.
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