[ The Trumans - Mercy Triumphs over Judgment ]
 

Mercy Triumphs over Judgment

It was a bright and sunny Sunday morning, with not a cloud in the sky. The park in town was bustling with people playing games, walking their dogs, or just sitting around relaxing and just taking in the day. In fact it was just the perfect kind of day for game of basketball, which Peter, Nate, their new friend Wayne, and a bunch of other guys from school happened to be playing. Everyone was having such a good time playing. Even Wayne was having a great time, although you could probably count on one hand the number of times he had even touched a basketball, but he was catching on to the sport. Finally the game ended, and it was time for everyone to go home.

“Wow that was a good game,” said Peter as he gulped some water down and sat down on a nearby bench.

“Yeah, and we won too. That’s what makes it even sweeter,” replied Nate as he smiled to his friends.

“I think I’m actually getting the hang of this game,” replied Wayne as he reached down to grab his water bottle, “I didn’t get hit in the head by the ball this time.”

Peter and Nate started laughing instantly and in the process spewed water out of their mouths.

“Yeah, last game the ball hit you in the head and bounced off to make a basket,” said Peter trying to contain his laughter.

“That was so awesome, but at least now you’re using your hands to make some points,” replied Nate with a chuckle.

“Oh shut up,” said Wayne sarcastically to Nate and Peter, “So you guys ready to get out of here?”

“Yeah I’m ready,” replied Peter as he gathered up all his stuff, “Do you guys want to come to my house first? I want to show you this cool video game I just got.”

“Sure I can go,” said Wayne.

Nate looked glumly at Peter and Wayne and said, “I can’t. I told my mom I would take out the garbage and clean my room when I got home. Sorry guys.”

“Hey, that’s alright,” said Peter, “Wayne and I will just go, and I’ll show you the game on another day.”

“Ok, that sounds cool. I’ll see you guys tomorrow at school,” replied Nate.

“Bye,” replied Peter and Wayne.

It only took Wayne and Peter about ten minutes to walk to Peter’s house. When they got there, Peter decided to stop in the kitchen first for a bite to eat before he showed Wayne the game.

“Are you hungry Wayne?” said Peter as he hid his head behind the refrigerator door.

“I sure am! What do you have?” replied Wayne whose stomach started to growl at the thought of food.

“Well, I can make you a turkey sandwich on rye bread if that’s okay?” said Peter as he popped his head up.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” replied Wayne, “Can I have something to drink too?”

“Sure just grab yourself a cup, and I’ll get you something to drink?”

“Um… where do you keep your cups?”

“Oh yeah, I guess you’ve never been here before. Let me get it for you.”

“Thanks Pete,” said Wayne as Peter grabbed a cup from the cupboard.

“When we’re done eating I’ll show you around the house before we start the game since this is your first time here,” said Peter, “That way you’ll at least know where the restroom is.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” said Wayne with a smile.

After Peter and Wayne were done eating, Peter gave Wayne the “grand” tour of his house. It didn’t take Peter too long since he really wanted to get to playing his new game as soon as possible. When they finished the tour, it was game time. Wayne and Peter played for about an hour until Wayne realized what time it was.

“Wow, I think I’d better go Peter,” said Wayne as he glanced at his wrist watch, “I told my mom I’d be home by four o’clock.”

“Alright, that’s cool,” replied Peter as he put down his game controller and turned off the system.

“I really had an awesome time, thanks for having me over. Plus, your house really is nice,” said Wayne.

“Thanks man. It’s alright though. What kind of place do you live in?”

“Well, it sure isn’t as nice as your home. I don’t want to sound ungrateful for what I have, but I stay with my mom and my brother in a rundown apartment complex. We could have something better, but my brother isn’t exactly the most productive person in the world, so we have to rely solely on my mom’s paycheck.”

“Wow, that’s horrible,” replied Peter feeling true compassion for Wayne’s situation, “If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your dad?”

“He left my mom about seven years ago and now he lives somewhere in Nevada. He calls every once in a while, mostly around my birthday, but that’s about all I hear or see from my dad.”

“Wow, that’s horrible too,” replied Peter feeling even worse for Wayne.

“It’s okay. My mom is going to school at night, so in about a year she’ll be able to get a better job making more money. Besides, my mom is getting to know a guy right now who treats her a lot better than my dad did. Things are finally starting to look up for us,” replied Wayne.

“Well, that’s good,” said Peter, “I’m glad things will be getting better for all of you.”

“Thanks Pete. Hey thanks for talking with me. Most people don’t care about my problems. It was really nice of you to listen. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow at school,” replied Wayne as he opened the front door to leave.

“Your welcome Wayne, any time,” said Peter with a smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Later that evening after the Truman family had finished their dinner, they all decided to catch a movie they all wanted to see at the theater. They really hadn’t all seen a movie at the theater in quite a long time, so they figured it was about time to see another one. Once the movie had ended, they all got in the car and left for home.

They pulled into their driveway, and started walking towards their house when Pete’s dad noticed something very different about their house than the way they left it; the front door was open.

“Hey who was the last one out?” said a concerned Mr. Truman, “Did someone forget to close the door completely?”

“I shut the door last,” replied Phoebe, “And I know I closed it all the way.”

“Alright everyone, stay here,” said Mr. Truman as he cautiously walked toward the door.

“Dad, can I come with you to help?” said Matt, keenly aware that something was wrong.

“No just stay here with everyone,” replied his dad as he waved Matt back toward the family, “I’ll be right back.”

Once he got to the open door, he eyes immediately glanced downwards to the broken lamp that was lying on the floor. Not thinking at all about his worldly possessions that he found in disarray all around him but of the family’s dog Cleo, he searched frantically around the room in the darkness for his loyal friend, only to find her a few yards from the doorway lying unconscious, still breathing though. Suddenly as the realization of what had just happened all around him, the hairs on the back of Mr. Truman’s neck stood up, and he reached instinctively to turn on a nearby lamp from fear that he was not alone in his once safe house. As the light shone all around him on the chaos that had befallen his house, Mr. Truman though to himself, “We’ve been robbed.”

To be continued…