CHATROOM LOVE
Chapter Twelve

 

 

"You have an older sister?" Dawn asked, surprised. Jack had never revealed that particular bit of information to them. Why was he living with his cousins instead of with her? Of course, if what he said was true, he was better off with his cousins in Edmonton than with his sister in New York.

Rose was surprised, too, but her concern for Jack overshadowed that. "Your sister works in the World Trade Centre?"

Jack nodded, blinking his eyes rapidly to hold back tears. "Yes. Or she did. If the damage is as bad as they say, no one is going to be working there anymore. My God."

He looked away from them, trying to wipe his eyes without them noticing. Rose reached into her purse and handed him a tissue. He took it from her without a word.

Rose put a hand on his arm. "Maybe it’s not as bad as they say. Or maybe she wasn’t there--maybe she was late for work, or had to run an errand or something. Anything is possible, right?"

"Or maybe she got out okay," Dawn added. "You said she was on the ninety-third floor, right? The news said the plane hit above that. Maybe she was able to escape."

Jack brightened a little at this thought, then frowned again, his shoulders slumping. "How could she have? It would have taken a miracle--or great athletic ability--to escape that, and Trudy’s no athlete."

"Neither was Rose, the last time she saw her ex-boyfriend, Cal, but you should have seen how fast she ran when she caught sight of him. When someone’s scared of something, it’s amazing what they can do."

"Yes," Rose agreed. "Don’t give up hope yet. Anything could have happened." She looked at the television, listening to the reporter talk. "You see? Some people have gotten out, and they’re saying that some people were late for work this morning. And those towers are still standing--I’ll bet there’s still hope. Don’t give up hope until you know for sure."

She looked at him, her face showing her sympathy. He had already lost his parents; what would happen if he lost his sister, too? Impulsively, without stopping to think if the gesture would be appropriate or welcomed, she reached out and hugged him.

Jack stood stiffly for a moment, surprised at her sudden show of affection. Then, slowly, he relaxed and hugged her back, as Dawn looked on, one eyebrow raised.

"Thank you, Rose," he whispered, unable to think of anything else to say.

"It’ll be all right, Jack, one way or another. Just don’t give up hope."

The bell rang, signalling to the students that it was time to go to class. Jack and Rose stepped away from each other, a little embarrassed by their display of affection. As the student common room emptied, Jack looked around, not sure if he felt like going to class.

"Maybe I should just go home," he mumbled, watching the students rushing toward their classes.

"So you can sit and worry about your sister all day? If you stay here at school, you’ll have something to take your mind off of her," Rose told him.

"I don’t know..."

"Besides, Dawn and I are going to need a ride home after school, and you know how hard it is to get into the parking lot at the end of the day."

He sighed, not really listening to her.

"And," she added, "you promised to go with me to the country club this afternoon. I’m still holding you to that." She stopped, afraid she had gone too far. Why would he want to go to the country club when such a tragedy had occurred? It did seem a little obscene to be thinking about having fun when so many people--maybe even Jack’s sister--were dying.

"Why should I?" he asked her, ignoring the warning bell. "Missing one day of school won’t hurt much, and how can I even think of going to the country club at a time like this? It sounds like fun, but I shouldn’t be off trying to have fun when my sister might be dead or dying."

The tardy bell rang, but neither paid attention to it, too lost in thought to pay attention to such mundane things as getting to class on time.

Rose looked up at Jack, a thought occurring to her.

"Jack, if this was indeed caused by terrorists--and it seems pretty likely--wouldn’t going home and brooding about things be just what they want? They want to bring people’s lives to a standstill, to tear things apart. Why give them the satisfaction? I’ll understand if you don’t want to go to the country club, but you should at least go to classes today. It’ll give you something to think about besides your sister, and maybe give you a chance to talk more about it, since some teachers will probably want to discuss it."

Jack nodded thoughtfully, noticing a custodian eyeing them and gesturing in the direction of the door. "We’d better get out of here."

As they stepped into the hall, he looked around, then came to a decision. "I’ll stay at school today. I’ll even think about going to the country club after school, though if we go, I don’t think I’ll want to stay too long." He tried to smile. "Back in California, Trudy and I once stood outside a country club and wondered what it was like inside, to be so expensive and exclusive. If she’s alive, it’ll give me something to tell her about. If not..." He paused, struggling. "If not...it’ll at least satisfy my curiosity."

"That’s something," Rose told him, reaching for his hand as they started down the hall, ignoring the principal who eyed them suspiciously as he passed by.

As they reached her classroom, she reached for the doorknob, turning to him. "I’ll see you at lunch, okay?" she asked, aware that other students were watching them out the window.

"Sure," he said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "I’ll tell you whether or not I want to go the country club then, too. All right?"

"Okay." Rose put a hand on his shoulder. "It’ll be all right, Jack. I know it will. Now..." She stepped back, starting to open her classroom door. "You’d better get to class, before you get in trouble."

"Sure." He stepped back, starting down the hall. "See you at lunch, Rose."

She gave him an encouraging smile. "Maybe there’ll be some news by then."

"Yeah. Maybe." He turned and walked down the hall.

Rose watched him for a moment, before opening the door and going into her classroom.

Chapter Thirteen
Stories