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."

just nodded and let

easy. Timothy and Sallie were both mature and reliable, and both sides of the family-the Howard side and their own -cared deeply, so there was never much for him to worry

as a mother, he barely had to

that Henry ended up at the old house more

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

ran smoothly. If anything important came up at the old house, she'd be there in a heartbeat. With her handling things, it wasn't just him—no one in

It was

Headache after headache.

caring daughter-in-law made all the difference for a family.

bring up what happened before. He still remembered how angry Timothy had

breakfast, Timothy didn't mention it

him popcorn and a Coke- treats

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

Henry, just like

he took Henry's hand and led him

as hard as the

the credits rolled did Henry finally understand why his father had insisted

the movie even

familiar

him. The theater was

it to Timothy.

so he didn't

out into the bright

Timothy. "Dad, can

you