Читать книгу A Hero's Heart - Joseph David Hightower - Страница 7

Kokoru sat back in his chair and let out a loud sigh. “Man, talk about messed up! The guy was just a little tired and suddenly some psycho is chasing him with a sword, and I thought I had it rough!” he thought.

Rubbing the kinks out of the back of neck he took a moment to look around and there sitting on a side table that hadn’t been in the room before was his dinner. “Mr. Haru must have brought it in while I was reading”, thought Kokoru.

He was so involved in the story that he had not even heard them enter or leave. Getting up to stretch his legs and to see just what they had brought him to eat, Kokoru rose slowly from the chair and walked over to the table with his plate on it. Lifting the silver lid, a wonderful aroma filled the room. It was the smell of his favorite, sticky noodles and beef. He leaned back against the wall while enjoying his meal and thinking about all that he had just read. It was amazing the things the he and Heru had in common, like the fact that they both wore black wire rimmed glasses and had the same shade of eyes.

He looked up as he heard a sound at the door. Mr. Kisame walked in with a broad smile on his face. “I see that you have been enjoying your reading and your food”, he said with a chuckle.

“Yes, I was just thinking how strange it is that I am so much like Heru, and thank you for the wonderful dinner, it’s awesome! How did you know that this was my favorite?” Kokoru asked.

“Oh, I have my ways”, replied Mr. Kisame with a grin and a wink. “Is there anything else that I can get for you before I retire for the night? I brought you some blankets, a pillow, and a small cot for you to rest on if you find a need for some sleep.” Mr. Kisame said in a kind voice.

“No, I think I have everything I need, but thank you very much. I didn’t think that I would be enjoying this reading as much as I am, so thank you for forcing my hand. I hope you have a pleasant night and I’ll see you in the morning.” Kokoru said.

“Goodnight and happy birthday Kokoru. You are making your father proud.” Mr. Kisame said giving Kokoru a slight squeeze on the shoulder before leaving and quietly shutting the door behind him.

As Kokoru stood there he realized that the door was no longer locked. With a smile on his face he finished his food and laid out his cot and blankets. Climbing in and pulling the covers up to his chin he started thinking about everything that he had read tonight. He knew that he would have some interesting dreams this night. His last thought was of Heru as he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Kokoru was roused from a sound sleep the next morning with some gentle shaking. When he opened his eyes against the bright morning light, he could see Mr. Haru standing over him holding a tray of food.

“It’s time to wake up sleepy head. We have brought your breakfast and some fresh O.J.”, Mr. Haru said as he walked over and sat the tray of food down on the table. “Mr. Kisame tells me that you are enjoying the reading so far?”

“Yes, it’s more interesting than I had thought it would be, I am excited to get back to reading”, Kokoru said.

“That’s great! I am thrilled that you are starting to enjoy this journey. Eat up so that you will have the energy to walk this next part, it gets a bit tricky from here on out.” replied Mr. Haru as he quietly left the room.

Kokoru hurriedly finished his breakfast and after straightening up his makeshift bed, he settled down at the majestic Japanese table and pulled the book close and started reading again.