Whispered Prayers

by Alex Grayson

Once we make it to the porch, we stomp our feet, trying to get the clumps of snow off our boots. “Can I name one of your puppies?” Daniel asks, slapping his gloves together. “Sure,” I answer. “Got any ideas yet?” “Uh-huh. I want to name the black one with the white on his face Pepper, because he looks like a Peppermint Pattie and it’s my favorite candy.” “That’s a good choice.” Right as I’m reaching for the doorknob, it’s pulled open and Gwen’s standing there. Not expecting her sudden appearance, I take a step back. Her eyes go from Daniel to me then back down to Daniel. “Did you have fun?” she asks, stepping back and letting us enter. “Yes!” Daniel says exuberantly. “I got to feed the horses apples and pet them. They were so pretty, Mom!” She smiles and sets to helping him unbundle. “I’m glad you had a good time. You about ready for some hot chocolate to warm up? Your hands are freezing.” I take my hat and gloves off and drop them in the small basket by the door, then hang my coat on the hook and start working on my boots. “Yeah, but can Mr. Alexander make it again?” he asks, unknowingly insulting his mother’s hot-chocolate-making skills. She winks at me, then feigns shock. This playful side of Gwen is intriguing to watch. I don’t tell jokes, and I don’t laugh at them. My life is very stale, and it’s the way I want it. Laughing and smiling isn’t something I do anymore, as there’s really nothing to laugh and smile about, but since she’s been around, I find myself wanting t...