TIM
Rosamaria noticed this and immediately got out of her seat, given the fact at how fast he was walking.
She rushed out of the diner, hoping to catch him while not separating from her kids for too long.
She managed to catch him just before he crossed the street. He turned just before stepping on the street and noticed her. He hung up the phone and approached Rosamaria. Thanking her repeatedly, he grabbed his wallet and placed it back in his jacket pocket. They smiled, and shook hands. Then they parted ways.
Tim marched down the sidewalk, right back on his cell phone again. Tim was a busy man-a busy, rich man. Day and night on his phone, he was either calling, answering, or sometimes both at the same time. He loved the business, and he hated not working. That’s because Tim was alone, he had no kids, no wife, no mom, no dad. No one. Now with the Christmas season around the corner, he was ten times busier. About to cross the street, thinking the car would slow down, it just drove right by him. Tim didn’t know who was in it, all he knew was that it was an old, grey Saturn, and they clearly did not want Tim to pass.
Tim proceeded as he crossed the street. He was in a much happier mood that morning, given the fact that his boss finally granted him a raise. Tim was finally earning enough money where he could relax, travel, and enjoy life like he always wanted. He specifically desired to play baseball professionally-that was until he blew his arm after far too many pitches with constant double headers. Tim was a stellar baseball player, destined to become a professional baseball player. When most players slammed an average amount of home runs, Tim’s home runs tripled the average. After blowing his arm out, and then breaking it just the day before his championship game, Tim learned the hard way that playing baseball was not for him… but that didn’t mean no baseball. So, after several challenging years, earning his way up, Tim currently stood as head scout for his local baseball team, with keen interest already from other teams and professional leagues.
Tim, hanging up the phone call again, entered a grocery store. He entered, knowing exactly what he wanted. He grabbed some cans of iced-tea and carried them as he waited in line behind a distressed woman…
AMY
“Ok. I’m coming now, I just-” a long pause occurred. The person she was on the phone with was definitely wondering what happened to her, but Amy couldn’t help it. She searched, and searched, and searched through her purse.
“I left my wallet at home. I…I left…” Amy just couldn’t believe it. She dropped the phone on the ground, not even realizing it slid down her hand.
“Ma’am, please, we’re really busy this morning,” said the worker impatiently, as he sighed. Tim bent over and reached for the phone. He grabbed the phone and handed it to her. As he did, the wallet slipped out of his jacket pocket and landed back on the floor. As Tim handed the phone back to Amy, he noticed his wallet sitting on the floor. It was as if the wallet stared back at him, telling him what he should do.
“You’re a lifesaver. You have no idea how much” she said, hugging him even tighter after Tim offered to pay for her. She was struggling with money, saving every penny she worked for. Tim smiled as he hugged her back. Though he was the one who gave the money, he felt like her hug saved him.
Amy drove out of the grocery store parking lot, back on the phone.
“Yeah, I’m ok. I’m ok,” she said into the phone, “just a good day. One of those days that reminds you you’re not alone,” she grew emotional again, but ceased the tears from pouring down. “Are you feeling alright? Did you take your medication this morning?” she asked. As she listened to the person on the phone, who was her teenage son suffering from a mild illness, she slowed her car down to allow a man with three bags on each hand to cross the street…
MARK
He tried to move quickly, as he rushed across the street. As he did, his bags ripped right from his hands with each of his items dropping straight on the ground. Mark waved his arm apologetically to Amy.
“Hang on sweetie,” Amy said into the phone.
Meanwhile, Mark continued to gather his things, trying to hold all of his items, though a different item every time slipped out of his possession. He could see Amy’s shadow as it stood over him.
“I know, I know, I’m trying, there’s just-” he froze. Amy lowered herself with a large, hefty bag.
“This might help,” she said with an innocent smile. Mark smiled back. He thanked her a thousand times as he, with Amy’s help, buried each item into the bag. As the two rose, Mark stuck his hand out for a handshake. She shook his hand back and smiled.
Mark walked with his new, hefty bag much easier as each of his items were safe in the bag from Amy. Mark was an “unlucky fella” as some of his old friends would say. By his current age, he wanted to have his own music business-buying, selling antiques. How ironic his life turned out, a man with nothing gave everything.
As Mark waited in line for a cup of coffee in his favorite coffee stop, where everybody knew his name and called him “Mak” spelled like that because of a misspelling complaint from another customer. The complaint read, “Mak is always here, he better not be getting special deals just because he has more time in the day than I do.”
Luckily for “Mak”, he was next in line, as he still carried his items in his hefty bag, which meant he was the 100th customer of the day…which further meant that his entire order was free.
“It’s mir-AK-ulous,” his attempt at humor failed, though he was such a comedic character that at this point he could’ve said just about anything and the workers would find it hilarious. He glanced back and discovered another man with his wife. The man was all warmed up with a heavy black coat…
Is the heavy black coat the one Susie’s husband wore?
Will we find out who the man is?
Will Susie finally find her late husband’s long lost coat?
Tune in next week for the Part 3 FINALE!
