In a back warehouse at Arcadia shipyard, Noah Bird was working on parts for a vessel. It was busy work for Noah. He had a lot on his mind. Over the past year, he had learned to channel his emotions through work. Working with the wood gave him time to think, while creating something of value. It had taken time for him to learn. He had seen examples of this same form of "therapy' around the yards. If it worked for the crew, then it could work for him and that gave him some hope. .
Lately, Dante had noticed a slight change in his long time friend. Noah seemed to be distracted. Dante saw his friend bend over, measuring a piece of board. Dante moved closer, brushing a piece of his ever stray black hair from his forehead.
"Hey, Man. You okay?" Dante asked as he grew closer to where Noah was working. He regarded his younger friend with calm sky blue eyes. He leans against pole in the shipyard not that far from Noah was working.
"I am fine, Dante?" Noah responded without looking up. He had registered his friends presence just a moment before he had spoken. "Just busy working."
Dante just nodded a little, he took a look around the warehouse for telltale signs of the baby. Seeing none, he decided to ask.
"Where's Christian?" Dante moved closer, picking up the end of the tape to keep it still when Noah measured, marking where to cut it.
"He is at Miss Polly's day care, some of the old ladies in the beauty shop had told me about it when they stopped me." Noah smiled just a little when he thought about the "Beauty Shop Biddies", as they were often called. They were well meaning old women, but they were very nosy. Their advice had been very helpful though. Noah hadn't been sure what he could do with Christian when he worked. They had pointed him in the right direction when they learned of Christia leaving him to care for their infant son alone. "They were asking where she had gotten off to." That time he looked at Dante, he knew his friend didn't need him to supply him the name of the 'she" in question. —. Emotions seem to surface when he spoke about her. " Why?" Dante recognize each one that had surface.
"Have you heard anything from Christa?" Dante moves to grab two ice cold bottles of water. Noah let out a sign, and back of his hand brushed his sandy brown hair that seem to stick on his forehead with the sweat.
"No, Dante. I have not. I wonder why she have left"...Is it because I am always working" That I barely had any time for her or Christian?" Noah 's eyes had closed as he took a sip, he didn't realize how thirsty he was till the water touched his lips. "I know my name is on everyone's lips, " He looked lost.
Dante wonder the right words to told his friend. "I don't know, Noah. Maybe one of theses days you can have your answers. to your questions. Does your mom know?"
Noah shooked his head. "I think she has her hands full with Mara. you know she's guy crazy."
That caused Dante to chuckle. "That is something I know something about." A hand reached out squeezed Noah's shoulder lightly, making Noah look up at him. "Just because your mom is busy. I am sure she knows these things."
"Yeah.? Noah sighed a little. He had landed himself into a family of hard working over achievers. At first, he had thought they suffered short attention spans, but as time went on, he learned that there were several projects going all at once and Aja was keeping her eye on all of them.
Trevor, ran his tavern, Mara had school and Hochi always seemed to be off on some adventure somewhere.
Lately, Dante had noticed a slight change in his long time friend. Noah seemed to be distracted. Dante saw his friend bend over, measuring a piece of board. Dante moved closer, brushing a piece of his ever stray black hair from his forehead.
"Hey, Man. You okay?" Dante asked as he grew closer to where Noah was working. He regarded his younger friend with calm sky blue eyes. He leans against pole in the shipyard not that far from Noah was working.
"I am fine, Dante?" Noah responded without looking up. He had registered his friends presence just a moment before he had spoken. "Just busy working."
Dante just nodded a little, he took a look around the warehouse for telltale signs of the baby. Seeing none, he decided to ask.
"Where's Christian?" Dante moved closer, picking up the end of the tape to keep it still when Noah measured, marking where to cut it.
"He is at Miss Polly's day care, some of the old ladies in the beauty shop had told me about it when they stopped me." Noah smiled just a little when he thought about the "Beauty Shop Biddies", as they were often called. They were well meaning old women, but they were very nosy. Their advice had been very helpful though. Noah hadn't been sure what he could do with Christian when he worked. They had pointed him in the right direction when they learned of Christia leaving him to care for their infant son alone. "They were asking where she had gotten off to." That time he looked at Dante, he knew his friend didn't need him to supply him the name of the 'she" in question. —. Emotions seem to surface when he spoke about her. " Why?" Dante recognize each one that had surface.
"Have you heard anything from Christa?" Dante moves to grab two ice cold bottles of water. Noah let out a sign, and back of his hand brushed his sandy brown hair that seem to stick on his forehead with the sweat.
"No, Dante. I have not. I wonder why she have left"...Is it because I am always working" That I barely had any time for her or Christian?" Noah 's eyes had closed as he took a sip, he didn't realize how thirsty he was till the water touched his lips. "I know my name is on everyone's lips, " He looked lost.
Dante wonder the right words to told his friend. "I don't know, Noah. Maybe one of theses days you can have your answers. to your questions. Does your mom know?"
Noah shooked his head. "I think she has her hands full with Mara. you know she's guy crazy."
That caused Dante to chuckle. "That is something I know something about." A hand reached out squeezed Noah's shoulder lightly, making Noah look up at him. "Just because your mom is busy. I am sure she knows these things."
"Yeah.? Noah sighed a little. He had landed himself into a family of hard working over achievers. At first, he had thought they suffered short attention spans, but as time went on, he learned that there were several projects going all at once and Aja was keeping her eye on all of them.
Trevor, ran his tavern, Mara had school and Hochi always seemed to be off on some adventure somewhere.