Meeting Margaret Jones

Davis's POV

Jack and Vincent used a van, while Gideon and I used one of the cars. The road, as always was busy that Saturday morning. We knew the journey was a two hour drive from the beach, so we left on time. At 9 a.m., we were already in position. While Jack and Vincent remained in their van few blocks from the psychiatric hospital, Gideon and I made our way into the place.

It was a small place. Not so big, I was expecting it to be at least filled with a lot of security, but the place looked old and small.

“Good morning, we are here to see Margaret Jones,” Gideon said to the lady behind the desk.

“Margaret Jones? Who are you to her?” She asked and I quickly said,

“Friends. We used to know her back in the neighborhood and she was a lovely woman. Someone told us she was here, and we wanted to visit and give her gifts” and there were gifts in our hands.

It was like we were coming to see baby Jesus with these many gifts. The gift wasn't only big, but there were four. No one would