The knock continues. “Damn,” Sam says as he gets up off the couch. “Can I just be alone?” Sam walks to the door, grabs the knob, and opens the door. “Sam.” A soft sweet voice speaks as he opens the door. “It’s me. I’m here for you.”Sam stands in the door. He can’t believe his eyes. It’s Mrs. Bee. “Mrs. Bee,” he says as he grabs her. He pulls her into the office and holds on to her. “How did you know I needed you?” he asks.“Well, Sam. I just knew you needed me. I just knew. Can I sit? It was a long ride, and I am tired.” She says. Sam points to the couch. “Have a seat, Mrs. Bee.” Sam sits down across from her. Mrs. Bee looked much older than the last time he saw her. She cooked for him and his children almost every night when they lived in New Orleans. Mrs.
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