Adam takes Emily to the ship’s infirmary at Kyle’s request. Cindy asks her father not to fall in love with Emily. She doesn’t want to see another part of her father destroyed by the death of another loved one. Kyle hasn’t got the heart to tell her that he thinks he already has.
He bathed quickly. Hearing voices in the room, he opened the bathroom door cautiously. The entire family was gathered in his room.
“Hey, everyone out! I’m not even dressed. Out!”
“Picky, picky,” Carmelita called as the children trooped through the adjoining door. “Not like I ain’t seen a naked man before.”
“Yeah, but not this naked man,” he countered. “Scoot!”
She followed the children into the other room, snapping the door shut behind her. He scooted a luggage rack in front of it while he searched for his underwear and clothing. Dressed in another pair of baggies and a clean shirt, he opened the door between the cabins. Adam was there, surrounded by his children, trying to talk to Carmelita. Kyle came immediately to his rescue.
“Whoa, kids. Let the man breathe. Lita, will you take them up? I’ll be there in a couple minutes.” He turned to Adam. “How is she?”
“Weak, tired. It’s to be expected. She just finished the last round of chemo about two weeks ago. Mom and I tried to convince her to stay home, but she’s determined.”
“She said you’re her neighbor?”
Adam blinked owlishly. “I’m her godson. She didn’t tell you?”
“No. She just said she knew you and you were a nice kid.” Kyle smiled self-consciously. “I was about to deck you for hitting on Cindy.”
“Oh, Jesus!” The kid took a step back, hands over his head. “I swear, I was just talking. She’s a gorgeous girl. Way too young for me, but da-yam! You’re gonna have your hands full, Mr. Scott.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t hit you. I guess my son explained already?”
“Yeah. Hard to believe he’s only twelve. He could fucking kill me if he tried.”
“Years of martial arts will do that. I’m raising the next Bruce Lee.” He led Adam to the door, closing it behind them. “So, your godmother, huh? What else is she keeping from me?”
Adam looked furtive. “Mr. Scott….”
“Kyle, they’re her secrets. I don’t know what she’s told you already….”
“She told me her ex is a prick. She said she’s been fighting cancer for awhile and that he left when she was diagnosed.”
“In the doctor’s office, can you believe? What a douche.”
“Couldn’t agree more. She’s not in remission, is she?”
Adam looked uncomfortable. “They found another tumor last week. They won’t operate or anything for six weeks, so she’s determined to live life to the fullest. She also has this crazy idea about this guy she heard of outside Cozumel who’s supposed to be this faith healer. So she packed her bags and marched on board like she owned it.” He laughed rather awkwardly, digging his toe into the deck. “Well, that would make sense, right?” He chuckled as if Kyle knew exactly what he was talking about.
Kyle let that non sequitur slide, focusing instead on the rest of what Adam said. “Faith healer? What are you talking about?”
“There’s this guy outside Cozumel. He’s a Catholic priest who’s been having visions. He does big services and heals people. I guess he’s had really good results, especially with cancer. She’s determined to try.”
“I see.” Kyle didn’t see at all. He didn’t understand how anyone could put their faith in someone, hoping to be healed. But then, he wasn’t the one dying. “Thank you for telling me,” he said softly.
“Sure, Kyle. If you need anything, let me know.”
“Thanks, kid. I will.”
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