Chapter 3: The Move
Jensen stood in shock, not comprehending that he was actually leaving his home. Josh walked up to him, and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Come on, Jensen. Let’s get you packed.”
“He won’t need furniture. I have plenty of furnished rooms. Just pack necessities for tonight and you can pack the remainder and bring it by tomorrow afternoon when you come to talk. It’s late.”
“Yeah. Good idea,” Josh answered as he led his brother out of the room.
The two brothers packed a suitcase for the younger one and Josh turned and hugged his brother.
“You need this, Jensen. More than you know. Make the most of it. Live your life. Be happy. DON’T…I mean it…don’t let anyone ridicule you or tell you can’t do something because you’re blind.”
A tear rolled down the younger man’s face.
“I won’t. Thank you, Josh.”
The two men entered the living room. Alan walked up to his son.
“Jensen, you keep in touch with me. Let me know when we can come see you. I’ll make time to do some things with you….father/son.”
Jared, standing by the door, said, “Let’s go, Jensen. I don’t live in town and it’s getting late. You need to rest. You’ve had a rough day. We still need to get you settled.”
The young professor turned to the man who had rescued him in more ways than he thought possible.
The family walked the two men to the door. Alan hugged his son and kissed his forehead.
“Keep in touch, Jensen.”
“I will, Dad.”
MacKenzie and Josh hugged him and held him tightly. Jensen stood for a minute and waited.
“She’s in her room,” his father said, with an edge to his voice.
“Oh. Okay. I love you guys.”
“Let’s go, Jensen.”
Jensen turned and Jared took his suitcase and left the briefcase for the older man. The two walked across the yard with Jared’s hand on Jensen’s arm, guiding him.
The drive to Jared’s home was a quiet one. The coach let his companion reflect on what was happening. He realized that it probably hadn’t set in. Jared contemplated what he had done and what was going to be involved in helping Jensen learn to cope with life without a domineering woman who wouldn’t let him grow up and learn to be independent. All kinds of things went through his mind. The only thing he was sure of was he’d do it again. For some reason, he needed to protect this man. He didn’t know why.
The truck pulled off the main highway onto a narrow road and they drove another five miles. Jared slowed down as they drove. After ten minutes, he slowed and turned onto a gravel road.
Jensen felt each turn and the difference in the ride. It had grown quiet outside…no traffic…no street noise. They weren’t in town.
They turned onto another narrow road, but this one was paved. After a short drive, the truck slowed down even more and turned right again. They drove for a short while and came to a stop.
Jared sat quietly for a moment and sighed softly.
“We’re home, Jensen.”
“Yeah. Come on. Let’s get inside.”
The two men walked from the separate garage to the side door of the massive house Jensen could not see, but he felt the size. The house gave out an aura of large size and security. Jensen did not know how he knew this, but he would be safe here. He knew it.
They entered the house through the side door in to a still room.
“This is where we hang our coats, leave muddy boots, and any tools we may have with us. My grandmother called it a still room. I have no idea why.”
The shorter man smiled for the first time.
“This way, Jen.”
“I hope you don’t mind, but it suits you. I’d like to call you that.”
“Jen’s all right I guess.”
They entered the large kitchen.
“I’ll show you everything in the morning. You have to be tired. I bet you’re in pain.”
“My head hurts some, but it’s more a dull ache.”
Jared led him through the enormous family room to the other side of the first floor of the house. There were three rooms in the wing.
“The room on the left is the bathroom. It will mainly be yours. I have one off my room. My room is on the end and yours is right here on the right.”
Jared opened the door to a large bedroom. The room had a large bed, a soft chair to sit in and read, a desk, chest of drawers, and some book cases. He described the room and told him in was shades of brown and gold. Jensen walked the room and touched everything in it.
“The bed is large.”
“Well, you’re not a small man, Jen. How tall are you? Six foot…six one?”
“You need room to stretch out and rest. Here’s the closet.”
Jensen set his large suitcase on the bed and opened it. Jared noted the clothes were still on their hangars. The young man took his clothes out of the case and touched something on the hangars.
“Braille strips. I have them sewn into my cloths and also on my hangars. It makes it easier to coordinate what I wear.”
Jared looked at the clothing his new companion had brought. Jensen didn’t have the look of a nerd but his clothes sure showed it. One of the first things that needed to be done was buy the man a new wardrobe. That and take him by the bank and get his mother off the account.
After the clothes were hung, Jared led Jensen across the hall to the bathroom. It was built on a massive scale also. It had a whirlpool tub and a large shower. He told Jensen it was his. He showed him where everything was and said he was going to get a shower and head on to bed.
Jensen took a shower and headed to his room. He put on some pajamas and walked down the hall to Jared’s room. He knocked on the door and waited.
Jared opened the door, wearing a bathrobe. He slept in the raw and it didn’t cross his mind that Jensen couldn’t see.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes, I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am.”
“You’re welcome, Jen,” Jared whispered softly, leaning in and gently pressing a slight kiss on the man’s forehead. “Now get some sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow.”
Jensen was startled by the soft kiss. He went to his room and climbed into bed. He could still feel the kiss and felt blessed.