Mama Miracle's touch.

"Then who did?" was Harry's question.

They kept on staring with wide eyes. Of course, they didn't have an answer to that. Gwenevere took off the apron on her neck and placed it on the edge of the couch beside her. She didn't need to ask her parents, no one in the family could have paid that huge sum of money.

"I need to get to your school." she said immediately. She folded the receipt and pushed it into the back pocket of her jean. She grabbed her phone and walked to the front door trying to silence the scary voices still speaking in her head.

Never had this happened before. Was she in danger? Or was this a gift from God? Had Mama Miracle really answered her prayers?

 ***

Shockingly, Mama Miracle seemed to be answering her prayer.

Gwenevere thought back and forth how this had come to be. She was staring into the payment book of the school, looking at the signature of the person who had paid Harry's fees. So now, she would get to be blessed by strangers? 0Cool!

Gwenevere wasn't aware that this great news had made her put on an adorable smile. The chubby man who stood opposite her behind the counter was waiting for her to speak. He didn't understand why she was smiling so much, but the truth was he didn't care, the only reason he kept on standing in front of her was because the sooner she spoke the earlier he would go home.

"Uhm, please, I will need a favor from you." she said to him and he nodded a 'bring it on'.

"Can I get the phone number of the person that did this? I mean, whoever it is that paid my son's fees, I need to thank him."

The accountant considered her request and saw that granting it to her would lead them to the benediction of this conversation.

"Alright." He took out a sticky note, wrote out a number from the phonebook and slid it over to Gwenevere. She took the paper and nodded at him.

"Thank you." she said and found her way out.

She carried a grateful heart out of the school gate. In a way, Gwenevere wished the stranger had put the money right in her palms, she would have used it for the more critical issue at hand.

As she recalled Harry breaking the news to her about an hour ago, she also remembered him constantly reporting this certain man who had been visiting his school and showing him little favors every now and then, buying him snacks and cookies. She hadn't paid so much attention to that, but what if it was the same man? If he was, then Gwenevere considered she would have a lot of appreciation to offer to him. Luckily, she already had his digits, she would give him a call as soon as she got home.

***

Williams' phone rang from the bottom of his bed. He grunted and hit a fist into the hard foam he laid on.

He wanted no calls.

He wanted to be free from people for the rest of the day, he had seen enough people already and he was ready to shut himself down into his bedroom even if the time was just five in the evening.

He rolled over and dipped his hand to the bottom of his bed without looking. He tapped the rug around waiting for his hand to touch the phone he had hidden there, but it didn't. He shifted on the bed and stretched further and further till he got to the edge of the bed and fell off.

"Ouh!" he whispered in pain. He grabbed hold of the phone and picked up the call.

He kept silent patiently waiting for the caller to speak.

"Hello?" the voice came in.

Williams eyebrow went up. The voice he just heard wasn't the usual type, not the voice he had expected to hear. It wasn't a dry, deep, or croaky voice, it seemed to have something that tickled like melody in his ears. A voice that was bright and full of life. It was the voice of a woman. Interestingly, a woman had called him. This was rarer than an eclipse.

"Hello" he replied and slowly sat up on the floor, pushing his back to the wall.

"Good evening, I'm so glad I could get through to you. I'm Harry's mother from The Greenhill School."

Williams eyes went wide open. Harry's mother. Harry's mo- Harry's what?

"Good evening ma'am." he replied wondering how he was talking to who she had just said she was.

"I got a message today that Harry's sport fees were paid and I was told it was you who paid the money?"

Shoot, he was busted. He folded his fist up against his mouth. He told Mario he would get caught. Whose parents would find out that their child's fees were paid by someone and not want to find out who it was? He couldn't blame Mario though, because if he hadn't said anything, he'd still have paid the money.

"Oh, Um, that's...me."

"My! I am so grateful to you sir. You have no idea how much this means. I was shocked when I received the news, it really means a great deal to me."

"Ma'am, there's no need to thank me, Harry's a really good boy, he deserves it." Williams replied with a smirk. Oh yes, the little boy deserved such goodness. He was a great boy.

"No, no. I really need to thank you. Can I meet you, in person, so I can thank you."

"Uh?" he said. He didn't at all expect she would ask to see him. And no, he didn't want to see her. He didn't want to meet with anyone. He had long lost his anticipation and eagerness to meet new people. He had no interest in socializing or making new acqintances. He was okay just the way he was, although a lot of times, it was unbearable, he still stubbornly shut himself away from the world. The only thing that could possibly make him interact with any other human that he hadn't already known was his princely duties.

"There's no need for that ma'am. You really don't need to thank me." Williams shook his head really hoping he would not have to drag this argument further.

"Oh, I need to. You did a really amazing thing for me, the least I can do is to thank you."

Williams moved the phone away from his face and made a tsk with his tongue repeatedly.

"Can we meet tomorrow, anywhere around where you live?" She asked

"No, no, I can come to your neighborhood." he said hurriedly and then closed his eyes in disappointment of what he had just said.

"Okay, I know of a restaurant close to Greenhill, we can meet there."

Williams swallowed.

"Okay."

"Alright, have a great day, sir." she said and cut the call.

As soon as her voice disappeared, Williams exclaimed

"What?! Arrgh!"

He jumped up on his feet and paced around the room slowly.

"This shouldn't go so bad after all. It is just a meeting between a mother and me. What could possibly go wrong?" he spoke aloud.

As much as he tried to tell himself that, he dreaded what had just happened. Here he was dodging balls from interaction in any and every way, but it decided to sneak up on him when he wasn't looking.  It had hit him hard with this ball and he had to deal with the after effects whether or not he wanted.

In a way, he had this feel that the meeting with this woman wasn't going to be ordinary. He didn't know if it was the sound of the voice he heard on the phone or her politeness, he just felt like it wasn't going to be an ordinary meeting and somehow, he wanted to avoid it.

This was the first time he would decide to pay any fee for Harry of the five months he had known him. Months ago, he once had a reason to visit the school for special inspection and he had gone without announcing his identity. He had noticed the bright little boy from the crowd of students and picked a special liking to him.

He never had any dutiful reason to go back to that school again, but his liking for this boy had made him walk through the school gate numerous times. With only Mario escorting him, he had become a distant friend of the boy. The only things he had ever given to him were chocolate, candies, ice-cream and anything that could make a child cringe in happiness. Nothing too big, nothing too special, he just wanted to see the kid. Now his big step had called attention.

He picked up his phone again and called a number, his number one partner.

"You need got get here, Mario. There's a cat in my room."