*Mahabubabad HO*
*09.09.2023*
*Today felicitated to our beloved SPO's Shri.M.Narahima Swamy Sir on promotion to SSPO's Group A Cadre, Nizamabad Division by the Mahabubabad HO staff*
*Congratulations Sir on your well deserved SSPO's promotion! You’ve been an invaluable member of the team, and we can’t wait to see all that you’ll achieve in your new role. Wishing you a brilliant success*
*Your promotion is a result of your outstanding contributions to the postal team, and we’re honored to have you on our postal staff. Congratulations sir on this well-deserved SSPO's promotion*
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Happy Wednesday and yuletide felicitations to one and all.
Sharing a section from Where All This Love Comes From, Chapter 7: A Boy's Best Friend (posting on Sunday!)
In which teenage Carlos has been unceremoniously dragged by his parents to visit a newborn baby, and he isn't happy about it. Luckily, there's also a dog. And a boy.
He’s escaped to the kitchen, because here he can hang out with their elderly golden retriever – a glamorous white-coated lady called Zelda – and he’s massaging her head with salad tongs when he notices the time change on his digital watch. For some reason it makes him fiercely angry, and it’s the exact moment Gabriel wanders in to find him like this: Crouched on the terracotta floor tiles, looking furious, while an ancient pup appears to be in a state of total ecstasy because her ear is being rubbed by a large wooden fork.
“There you are,” Gabriel says, carrying his empty coffee mug to the sink. “Everyone was wondering where you got to. Give me that.” He scoffs and snatches the salad tongs from Carlos, dumping them in the sink with his mug.
Zelda whimpers at the loss, so Carlos strokes her snout with his thumb.
“When are we going home?” Carlos asks it like a challenge, stares at the time of his life ticking away.
12:01, his watch says.
He’s expecting his father to huff, to stretch out a pointing arm and demand he get his moody ass back into the living room and coo over the boring baby, but that doesn’t happen. When it doesn’t happen, Carlos finds the courage to glance up. Gabriel is drying his hands on a red gingham seersucker cloth, regarding him with a half-smile.
“Not really your scene, huh?” Gabriel says.
Carlos shrugs with one shoulder.
“I get it. But the girls want to stay.”
“I know.”
“How about you and me go for lunch?”
Carlos gazes at his dad distrustfully, rising to his feet. “Just us?”
“Yeah. I want to take my boy for some food.”
“I’m really, really hungry,” Carlos tells him, quiet and ashamed, like it’s a terrible secret, even though him eating everybody out of house and home is probably the most well-established fact about Carlos Reyes.
Gabriel laughs, slapping the cloth down. “I’ll take you to Mockingbird,” he says, “It’s been a long time.”
Mockingbird Diner. Sometimes, when Gabriel’s shifts had allowed it, he’d meet Carlos at the school gates and take him for a milkshake. When did that stop? It feels like forever ago, but when Carlos thinks about it, he can smell salted fries. He can feel himself holding an ice-cold glass. He’d always get vanilla. If Gabriel had a milkshake too, he’d always get chocolate.
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It’s a hectic weekend lunchtime at Mockingbird, but a booth by the window becomes free as they enter. A friendly college-age boy buses them over. The table is still messy with evidence of its former occupants. Carlos watches with interest as half-empty lemonade glasses and plates scattered with crumbs are lifted out of sight. He likes the boy’s hands – the way they open and close and flex as he works to clean up. The way his tanned forearms, with a clear seam of defined muscle, protrude through rolled white shirt sleeves. He probably plays sport at UT. Carlos imagines him as a baseballer.
“I’ll grab you some menus, sirs,” the boy says cheerfully after spritzing and wiping down their table.
Carlos accidentally follows the boy with his eyes as he walks away. When his gaze finally travels to Gabriel – Gabriel is staring back curiously. He doesn’t know how long his dad has been observing him for.
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