Somebody Hit Bobby

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

This story is true. It is so amazing to hear the logic of children when they are trying to stay out of trouble. Often, though not a lie can be nothing less than hilarious.

Somebody Hit Bobby

Gail D. Prentice

The door was locked.  But, with the quick push in the hole of the doorknob with the matchstick from above the door, access was gained to where the crying was coming from, but this is getting ahead of the story.  Let’s go to the beginning.

It had been far too long since Grandpa Link had been to see his children and grandchildren.  Four years had passed since Martha had gone on and everybody had been home for the funeral.

“Kendra” Link spoke lovingly into the phone, “Would it be okay with you if I came out to visit next week?”

“Sure Dad,” Kendra answered with excitement. “In fact, why don’t you spend a couple of weeks with us.  I know that David would really enjoy seeing you again.  It seems that when Mom passed away, we all seemed to lose touch.  She was sure the sure foundation of the family.”

“That she was,” Link reminisced in his mind.  He could see and hear her vividly as she so lovingly barked orders of when they were going to visit, how long they were going to stay and what they were going to be doing while there.

“She was organized, wasn’t she?” Link continued as tears formed in his eyes.  “I sure miss her.”

“Maybe, Todd and Mary can come up with the kids as well.  That would be fun,” Kendra added.  “I will call them right now.  I will call you back in a few minutes.  Okay, Dad?”

“You are starting to sound like your mother-in-law,” Link mused.  “Sure, that would be great.  Love you.”

“Love you, too, Dad,” she said as she hung the phone up.  She immediately redialed.

“Mary,” she greeted as Mary answered the phone.  “It is so good to hear your voice.  Could you and Todd make it up here next weekend?”

“I am not sure, why?”

“Dad wants to come, and I thought that it would be great for all of us to get together.  We haven’t all been in the same spot since…” she paused.

“Martha passed away,” Mary finished.  “Todd was considering going out to see his Dad next month if his schedule would permit it.”

“Yeah, David says the same thing about every other month, but he never gets out there.”

“It seems that there is always an excuse.  Sometimes it is legitimate and sometimes it is just an excuse with absolute busy-ness that doesn’t have to be,” Mary picked up.

“You are so right.  Let’s do this for all three of them.  They were such a close-knit family.  We both have moved far enough away that it is hard for any of us to be regular visitors and keep up, so I guess it is up to the wives to make it happen.”

As the two hung up an hour later, it was settled. Flight plans to fly Grandpa Link to Colorado from Kentucky were secured.  He had just retired from the pastorate where he had served for seventeen years.

“Dad,” Kendra greeted again as she returned the promised call.  “We have it all set up.  Brother and Sister Clawson will take you to the airport in Louisville, Tuesday morning at ten.  You will then fly to Denver where I will pick you up at the airport and bring you home.

“David will still be at work but when he gets home, we can have a peaceful evening together.  You can stay for two weeks, or more if you want.  After all, you are retired and carefree.

“And don’t worry about Deputy Dawg,” she quickly added.  “Brother and Sister Clawson will be taking care of him also.”

“Do I get any say in these plans?” Link joked.  “You sound so much like Martha, now.”

“I guess you could say no, but I know you want to come,” Kendra giggled.

“Alright, I’ll be ready on Tuesday.”

Link hung up the phone and began to plan for the trip.  He wondered about the weather, though, growing up in Colorado and raising his family there, he was sure that the weather was going to be superb, according to the weather reports.

The plains of Colorado in May would be green and blossoming with all manner of flowers.  The wheat fields would be lush and brilliant green.  The corn would be sprouted and well underway.

“I sure miss the openness of Colorado,” Link chuckled to Deputy Dawg, his trusted old friend and companion beagle.  “It will be good to get back home again.  What do you think?”

Deputy Dawg flopped his massive ears and wagged his tail so that his whole backside wobbled from side to side.  He rubbed up against Link’s leg, like a cat, as if saying, I’ll go, too, if you don’t mind.

“Not this time,” Link responded to the beagle’s request, “Let’s see about next time.  I just might drive out and take you with me.”

Deputy Dawg stayed right by his side, wagging his tail as Link continued gathering the few things that he would need to pack.

Sitting down on the side of the bed, he looked around the room at all the remembrances of his wife.  Her necklaces were still hung on the clever rack he had built her over forty-five years ago, the jewelry box still sat in the exact same place it had been for the thirteen years.  He winced in pain as he looked at the empty closet where her clothes had been but smiled at the thought of giving them to a very needy woman in the church.

He picked up her pillow and buried his face in it, hoping, but knowing there was no more of her scent embedded there anymore.  The four years had taken their toll on that as well as the sweet but gentle scent of the perfume she loved so much.

At first, he used it to keep the smell alive in the room but when small puffs of perfume, but when it ran out, he never purchased any more.  He knew in his heart that he would have to let loose eventually.  The pain of separation of his beloved wife would never go away but it had gotten better as time trudged on.

His sons, Todd and David were one of the greatest joys of his life now, but his grandchildren, Todd Jr., Lisa, Thomas, Paul, and Robert were now, not only his joy, but, his legacy.  They were such good and well-behaved children.  But rest assured, he reminded himself, they were still children.

It seemed that no sooner than he had sat down on the bed, it was Tuesday and he was ready for the trip west.  Brother and Sister Clawson arrived at seven-thirty to pick him up and get him to the airport in time to get through security and to his departure gate on time.

Settling down in his assigned seat on the plane, he patiently waited.  A lady of about fifty years old squeezed in by him to take the seat by the window.  As she sat down, Link noticed that she was in obvious discomfort, so when the plane began to be pushed from the gate, he moved to the aisle seat to give her more space.

“My name is Lincoln Brinelli,” he introduced himself as they taxied to the tarmac.  “I am a retired pastor.  I couldn’t help but notice that you were quite troubled. Might I be able to help you with something?”

Tears began to stream down the lady’s cheek as she sat there quietly.  “I’m okay for now,” she sputtered.

Link put his hand out and touched her arm.  “May I pray for you?”

At that, her face collapsed into her hands as she wept as softly as she could.

“Father,” Link began, “I lift this young lady to you right now.  She has troubles and is facing something that she cannot face alone.  She needs You right now to pour out of Heaven your mercy and grace that it might sustain her and strengthen her right now.

“Father let your Holy Spirit embrace her right now in love beyond limits, that she might be able to look and see your protection and peace beyond all understanding.

Guide her heart and her soul in your perfect will, in Jesus name, Amen.”

The moment he concluded his prayer for her, she reached over and laid her hand on his before he took it from her arm.  She sat there in silence, squeezing his hand gently.  “Thank you,” she finally whispered.  “I needed that.”

The plane powered up and began racing down the runway as it took off.  Pointing sharply up, she squeezed his hand firmer.  “I hate flying.  If God wanted us to fly, He would have given us wings like a bird.”

“You might want to get used to the idea of flying,” Link smiled back at her.  “One of these days, we are going to go flying without wings of any kind.”

She giggled a bit, “Yeah, that is right, but Jesus will be doing the piloting then and it won’t require mechanical means to do it.”

“Got a point there,” Link laughed.  “I had never considered that before… at least in that manner.”

The next twenty minutes went by quickly as they received their refreshments from the flight steward.  He was a very polite young man with a very pleasant smile and melodic voice.  Just hearing him speak brought smiles to the faces of the passengers.

The lady turned to Link and extended her hand.  “My name is Roletta Harper.  We haven’t been properly introduced.”

“Roletta, it is good to meet you.  You are looking more at ease,” Link responded as he shook her hand.

“Your name was Lincoln, if I remember correctly.”

“Everybody calls me Link.”

“You asked if I was troubled and then prayed for me.  May I bend your ear for a moment,” she asked very soberly now.

“You may,” Link smiled.  “We still have a lot of airtime left, so we might as well pass it constructively.”

Roletta sat quiet for a moment, composing her thoughts, then began, “My youngest son, Teddy, was killed in an accident in Colorado.  He was a truck driver,” tears began to trickle as she continued, “He was driving over the mountains, I believe they said the western slope of Loveland Pass.  It was snowing up there in the mountains and a car lost control in front of him.  He dodged the car and then lost control of his truck.  His trailer hit the car and shoved it into the side of the mountain where it stopped dead in its tracks, but he continued to slide down the mountain until he knocked a guard rail over and toppled over the embankment.”

By now, her tears were flowing like a river.  She reached out and took Link’s hand and held it with a firm squeeze.

“My other son, Roger, was driving his truck right behind him and saw it all happen.  Roger said that the car was loaded with a family with four children.  Teddy was able to miss hitting them broadside and taking them with him.

“He shouted on the CB back to Roger about what was happening with the family in front of him.  He saved their lives but lost his.

“It just isn’t right to outlive your children,” she now wept again.  “They are supposed to bury me, not the other way around.”

“Lord,” Link prayed again.  “Give her peace right now.  Father, we could never understand why these things happen in our own understanding but let Roletta know right now that her son was a hero.  He did what few would dare consider.  He died, protecting a husband and wife, and their children.  He sacrificed his life that they might live.

“Though sacrificing may not have been on his mind at that moment, that is exactly what he did and he did it without a second thought.

“Lord, let your peace reign in her life.  Let your Holy Spirit bring comfort to her heart.  Let your compassion engulf her right now, in Jesus name. Amen”

“Thank you,” she whispered.  “I don’t think I could have made this flight without you.  We have a God who looks out for us don’t we?”

“That we do.  That we do.”

The rest of the flight went so quickly as they chatted, that it seemed that they had just left Louisville and they were landing in Denver.  The sky was clear and small amounts of rain sprinkled the runway.  The temperature was sixty degrees and a light breeze gently made the grass wave.

“I should have brought a heavier coat,” Link chuckled laughed as they stood in the aisle to disembark the plane.  “This is five degrees colder than the fifty-six degrees of Louisville.”

“Have fun with your family, Link and thank you again for your kind words, fellowship and prayers,” Roletta said as she wrapped her arms around him and hugged tightly.  “God is so good, isn’t He?”

“Amen.  In fact, He is better than that.”

As they left the plane and entered the long hallway, packed with passengers, they walked to the underground train, and rode to the baggage claim together.

Roger was there to greet his mother and Kendra stood about ten feet away, waiting for her Dad.

Link took the advantage of the situation to introduce the two families and they all stood there, then prayed one more time before they separated and disappeared, going their separate ways.

“You just don’t know a stranger, do you,” Kendra commented as they walked up to her car.

“Not really,” Link laughed.  “Especially when God has something He wants to do.”

The seventy-mile drive to Kendra’s home, in Wiggins, was filled with small talk and plans for his visit.  She told him of Todd and Mary’s plans to come up and the whole family being together again.

Friday evening, the front door opened and in walked in Todd, Mary and troupe.  They exchanged hugs and gravitated to the living room where they sat on the couch and overstuffed chairs and shared what was new in their lives, laughed and thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company as the children played in Paul’s bedroom.

It seemed that all was going quite well, Todd Jr., Lisa and Thomas, came into the living room and sat on the floor over against the television and played a board game, Paul and Robert were in Paul’s bedroom.

Then suddenly, Robert, Bobby as everybody called him, screamed and bawled. The adults all jumped from their place in the living room and dashed into the bedroom.

The door was locked.  David reached above the door and grabbed the matchstick that he had place there after they bought the home and pushed it through the small hole in the doorknob.  The knob popped from the inside and he swung the door open.

Bobby sat there on the floor, squalling up a storm as Paul looked intently at Kendra.

“What is going on in here?” Kendra demanded firmly.

Paul, with a face of absolute calm soberness, gazed at the adults in the room and calmly said, Paul, “Somebody hit Bobby.”

All but David burst into spontaneous laughter as they hustled out of the room.  “With only two of you in the room,” David observed, attempting to hold back his chuckling, “who do you think hit him, Paul?”

Paul, still focused on seriousness, responded, “I’m not quite sure, but I might have.”

With this, it was impossible to control the amusement.  Grandpa Link, Todd, Mary, and Kendra doubled over, leaning on the walls for support as they wobbled to and fro in hilarious amazement.

Moments later, David came out of the room, his face was beet red, and then burst out laughing.  He looked at the rest of the family and repeated, “Somebody hit Bobby.”

The adults, again, laughed even harder and holding their sides, Todd Jr, Lisa, and Thomas, stood there confused and wondering what had taken place.

“Somebody hit Bobby…” they all seemed to say in unison and giggled their way back to the living room.


Submitted: June 01, 2020

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