By LD Steen
Jim watched as Blair untied the little bundle of cards.
He had brought them out of the little box he kept under
his bed.
"What are they for?" Jim asked curiously, feeling his
guides immense sorrow.
"They're Father's Day cards."
"Father's Day cards? But..."
Blair flashed him a sad smile. "Back in grade school,
the teachers always had all the kids make cards for
their Dad's. I guess I just wanted to fit in, so I made
my cards too. It sort of became a tradition. Every year
I'd make a new card then write my father a letter
telling him everything I'd done, all I had accomplished.
I suppose maybe I hoped someday he'd actually get a
chance to read them."
"And now?"
"I don't know what to do. I mean, you've found him and
all, but I don't know how he'd feel finding out after
all these years that he has a kid."
Jim hugged him reassuringly. "If he's a smart man he'd
feel honored. I think you should mail him a copy of
Naomi's letter and every last one of the cards including
one for this year."
A few days later- inside Cheyenne Mountain:
"Jack, are you alright? You look like you've seen a
ghost."
"I think I have Danny boy." Jack murmured as he sifted
through the pile of cards on his desk. "I really think I
have."
