That was when Richard realized that his father was no more. He did not know how to act at that moment. He kept questioning what acceptable behaviour was and what behaviour attracted punishment.
'Mother, what shall I do?' Beads of cold sweat covered his forehead.
'Thomas?' Lucy stood up and walked to her husband's side.
She saw for herself that he was truly gone. At least, he had apologized, and she had forgiven him. She held on to the fact that her husband passed away whilst on good terms with her.
'He is gone, mother.' Richard touched his mother's shoulder.
He felt her body tremble under his grip. He wondered how he was going to comfort her. He knew she was a strong woman but losing her husband had to affect her deeply.
'I reckon I shall speak with Cordelia and Oliver on his funeral arrangements.' Lucy made her way out of the room.
