Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Where's Henry?"

"He's in his room. I've called him down a few times, but he won't come. Says he doesn't want to eat."

Timothy pressed his lips together and headed for Henry's room.

Henry was still lying in bed.

As Timothy came closer, he saw his son's eyes were swollen from crying.

"Henry, come on. Dad's taking you to the movies."

"I don't want to go."

"Not even if it's your mom's movie?"

Henry sat up, staring at him in disbelief. "Mom made a movie? She can do that?"

Timothy nodded. "You'll see when we get there.”

He firmly believed Henry needed to see this film. He deserved to know everything

his mother had done for him—all the love she'd poured into him.

Father and son came downstairs together. Naylor stopped them, offering breakfast.

Timothy shook his head. "No thanks, you all eat. I'll take him out."

and let them

reliable, and both sides of

grandson, with Jessica around as a

recently, with Jessica pulling back, that Henry ended up at the old house more

out of practice, didn't know what he was doing, and frankly, didn't want the job. He just hoped Jessica would

came up at the old house, she'd be there in a heartbeat. With her handling things, it

It

Headache after headache.

the difference for a family. Timothy took Henry out for

up what happened before. He

through breakfast, Timothy didn't mention it

they reached the theater, Timothy even bought him popcorn and a Coke- treats

in limited release, so not every theater was showing it. The

with Henry, just

finally time, he took Henry's hand and led him

scenes hit him just as hard as the first. As for Henry, like many others in the

understand why his father had insisted he memorize "A

scenes in the

familiar

him. The theater was

it to

so he

out

Henry turned to Timothy. "Dad, can I use your phone

do you need