“It’s okay, Mack. I’m here. Everything will be better from now on, you’ll see.” I rubbed his back slowly up and down, giving him a chance to regain control of his emotions. I kept whispering promises in his ear, things that I hoped would soothe and give him hope.
After a while, he calmed down and stepped back, wiping his face and sniffling. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket to check the time. It was midnight. For once, I could say the words without rancor.
“Merry Christmas, Mack.” I smiled softly at him. “Welcome home.”
He laughed. “Merry Christmas to you, too, Charlie, and thank you.”
* * * *
When I returned later that morning to take over for the day, Mack greeted me with a shy smile
“Good morning. Sleep well?”
“I got some, yeah. I’ll get more later.” I took off my jacket and gloves and sat at the desk. “All quiet last night?”