Alfred did not remove his hands from his Mother's till she relaxed.
He understood when his mother worried, cos he had been around her too long, to observe how she responded to stress. He was going to help her take care of Anthonio, so he could come back in full health, and they could all travel back to their home in Baltimore.
He had a plan. Something to help achieve his goal. It was as private, as the letters, he kept receiving from Marcus Thompson—The man he wished for a father. He knew his mother disapproved of talking about him, yet, he couldn't help wonder still, he may just be the answer to fixing his medical bills.
He had told his mom he would help with finding the name of the stranger, she was married to. No one, but Maria knew his plans. Looking down at his mom, Alfred saw she was tired, cos she was sleeping already.
Gently, he raised her legs on the sofa, and adjusted her head, on a pillow, raising it slightly.
