Free Wings of Love by Jeanette Skutinik Page B

give
you before you left?”  She treasured it when he showed
her his comical side. 
    “I’m just happy to be going home,” Adam
smiled.  “It seems like I been gone forever.”
    As they drove towards home the sun announced
the beauty of the day with sunbeams dancing through the
clouds.  Snow lay in patches over the fields while the
warmth from the sun melted it slowly.  The days were
getting warmer and longer with the promise of spring in the
air.
    “I feel bad you have to waste your two weeks
of vacation,” Adam said seriously.
    Amy turned quickly to look at
him.  “I’m looking forward to it.  Don’t feel
bad.”
    “You are the sweetest person I know,” he
stuck the lion kiddingly in her face again.  Then he
changed his tone to a more solemn note.  “Thanks for all
you have done for me Amy.  I don’t know what I did to
deserve such a wonderful woman as you.  But I sure thank
God for you.”
    “Boy, those meds have really kicked in,
haven’t they?”  She joked back but inside she was deeply
touched by his honesty.
    Amy parked the car behind Adam’s truck in the
driveway.  She noticed Bob’s Camaro parked on the
street.  “I’ll run in and get Bob to help me get you up
the stairs safely.”
    She ran up the steps and knocked on the front
door, humming  Island Girl  by Elton
John.  Bob opened the door and instantly smiled when he
saw Amy standing there. 
    “Could you give me a hand with
Adam?”  She smiled back at him
innocently.  “I’m not sure if he can handle the walk up
the stairs.”
    “Sure let me grab my shoes,” Bob took them
out of the hall closet.  He slipped them on his feet then
walked down the stairs with Amy, towering over her.
    “Hey Adam.”  Bob greeted him
cheerfully.  “Glad to see you home.”
    Adam slowly got out of the car using all his
upper body strength.  Amy handed him his crutches then he
walked towards the steps.  Bob and Amy steadied him on
each side as he carefully took each step.
    Once inside they walked him over to the couch
and helped him sit down.  “Maybe you better sleep down
here for a few days until you get your strength up.”  Amy
ran upstairs to get his pillows and comforter.
    As she entered his bedroom she caught a
glimpse of the man she cherished.  The walls were painted
blue and hockey sticks sat in every corner of the
room.  On his dresser were trophies of all shapes and
sizes.  She picked one up and read the inscription Adam
LaPointe-1975-Playoff MVP.  She placed it back as she saw
the picture frames that sat on his nightstand.  She
glanced at an older picture of him and his family standing with
fishing poles by the lake.  Another picture was of Adam
in his hockey uniform posing with his stick.  Two smaller
school pictures of his sisters sat among the others.
    Amy snatched his comforter and pillows as she
hurried out of the room, running into Bob in the
hallway.  He placed his arms around her when she collided
into him.  Amy paused for a moment noticing how his body
engulfed the small space of the hallway and the scent of his
cologne.  She realized she was still in his arms and
quickly jumped away.
    “Sorry, I guess I wasn’t looking where I was
going.”  Amy rushed away embarrassed.
    “No problem,” Bob replied as he went into his
bedroom.
    Amy ran downstairs with the comforter and
pillows as she shrugged off her clumsiness.  She took
Adam’s shoes off and tossed them under the coffee
table.  He flinched as she placed his leg on the
couch. 
    “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Amy looked
apologetic.  “Do you need a pain pill?”  She
fluffed his pillows and covered him up with the comforter.
    “Yeah, maybe that’s a good
idea.”  Adam relaxed.  “I’m tired and a little
bit sore from all the movement today.”
    Amy went into the kitchen to get his
medication.  She searched through the cupboard for a
glass then filled it with water.  She also filled up