Discipline

Mason Martin went from room to room calling his mother. He checked her bedroom, the kitchen, and even his grandfather’s library of dusty volumes.

He couldn’t find his school tie, and now he couldn’t find the person who could find it for him. He’d be late again. “Mom?” He went to the garden annoyed and yelling.

In the distance, he recognised his mother and the school headmistress deep in discussion. He watched them walk towards the house, his mother looking impassive, and the headmistress triumphant.

Two days later, Mason left for boarding school. The garden amble was to discipline him.

All parties agreed

Having realised that the partnership no longer brought happiness to either, both parties had terminated their once-mutual agreement. All was said and done on paper already. They were aware of the consequences and the implications well before they had signed on. Neither was surprised.

The same couldn’t be said about Neha, however. She had no idea what she had gotten into. It wasn’t her choice from the start. No one had consulted her or informed her. Until one day, her mother announced at dinner, her separation from her husband of eight years. Their daughter, Neha, would remain with her mother.

Welcoming change

Spencer considered. He could accept his gay son’s donation and endure shame forever. Or uphold his faith—and die as he lived.

He had lived his days arguing, demeaning, and devaluing anyone who challenged his belief. He was the nasty old man everyone avoided.

He hadn’t lived much, though.

As the gates of his heart valves opened to accept blood from the son he’d condemned sinner, Spencer imagined his fellas’ reaction.

“Lord’s gates would close on you!”

But Spencer no longer cared. Despite everything he had done, his son had forgiven him, and Spencer had seen nothing more god like.