LOVE DOESN'T ASK WHY
Chapter Nine
Mark woke up to find Rose right beside him.
He smiled to himself as she slept soundly. She opened her eyes to see him stroking
her hair and looking at her.
"Good morning, Rose," Mark said.
"Good morning, Mark," Rose said.
"How was last night?" Mark asked.
"Nice, and for you?" Rose asked.
"Wonderful," Mark replied.
Mark got up and put a robe on. Rose sat up in
bed and watched him.
"Where did you and Jack go last night? I
really didn’t get to ask you," Mark said, turning around to face Rose.
"We went down to third class," Rose
said.
"Why?" Mark asked, perplexed.
"Well, you and Maria were dancing, and
we just decided to go see what the other bands were doing," Rose said.
"Well, I kind of figured that, but what
were you doing down there?" Mark asked, chuckling.
"Well, we just listened to the music,
drank some beer, and danced," Rose said, a little annoyed. "What
about you and Maria? What did you do when we were gone?"
"Well, we drank champagne, listened to
the music, and danced," Mark said.
"Oh, I see," Rose said.
There was a knock on the door and Mark
answered it. It was a waiter with a breakfast cart.
Mark and Rose sat down at the table and ate
their breakfast.
"You and Jack kept your distance,
right?"
Rose almost cracked her plate when she set
her fork down. "Yes, Mark, we did. How about you and Maria?" she
asked.
"Of course we did. Can’t a man and a
woman dance without worrying you?" Mark asked.
"My point exactly, Mark!" Rose
said, this time annoyed.
"All right. Let’s just not talk about it
anymore," Mark said.
"All right, then. That’s fine with
me," Rose said, and picked up her fork and started to eat her pancakes.
After that, they ate their breakfast in
silence.
*****
Jack woke up to find Maria taking headache
medicine. She did not look good at all, in his opinion.
"Maria, are you okay?" Jack asked,
sitting up in bed.
"Does it look like that I’m okay?"
Maria asked, swallowing her pills.
"What’s wrong? Did you have too much
champagne last night?" Jack asked, chuckling.
"That, and I’m seasick," Maria
said, lying back down in bed.
"Oh, Maria, I’m sorry," Jack said,
rubbing her back.
"It’s all right. I’m so sorry about
this," Maria said, starting to cry.
"Oh, Maria, don’t cry. How about we have
some breakfast? Maybe that will make you feel better," Jack said.
"Jack! I’m sick. Are you kidding me? I
would probably puke from here to kingdom come!" Maria said, and then
grabbed her stomach.
"All right. Well, how about just trying
some toast? When I was little, every time I would get sick, my mother would
give me toast," Jack said, and brought some over to her.
"Well, all right," Maria said, and
took a bite.
Later, Jack put a cool washcloth on Maria’s forehead
as she lay in bed.
"Why don’t you get some rest? You had a
busy day yesterday," Jack said.
"Sounds wonderful," Maria said.
"I might go and take a walk. Is that all
right?" Jack asked.
"Yes. Just let me sleep," Maria
said, closing her eyes.
It was about fifteen minutes later when Jack
heard a knock on the door. Jack was surprised to hear it, but got up to answer
it. As Jack opened the door, he was surprised to see Rose in front of it.
"Rose, what are you doing here?"
Jack asked, smiling.
"Hey, can we talk?" Rose asked,
smiling back.
"Uh…sure. Why not?" Jack said, and
closed the door behind him. "Hi."
"Hi," Rose said back, chuckling.
"Where’s Mark?" Jack asked.
"Oh, well, he decided to go to the
smoking room...where they congratulate each other on being masters of the
universe." Rose chuckled. "How about you? Where is Maria?"
"Well, she is seasick," Jack said,
chuckling.
"Oh, Jack, I’m so sorry," Rose
said.
"I don’t get it. She has never been
seasick before," Jack said.
"Maybe it's something else," Rose
said.
Jack sighed, saying, "I don’t know, but
I’m having a good time."
Rose looked at Jack and blushed. Jack looked
at Rose and smiled.
"I wonder what it was like when the
first Titanic sank," Jack said, looking around.
"It was probably frightening," Rose
said.
"You're right, and it must have been
hard to say good-bye," Jack said, looking at Rose.
"Jack, do you think that this ship will
sink?" Rose asked, worried.
"I don’t know, but if it does, we will
make it together," Jack said, smiling, and Rose blushed again. "Are
you going to church on Sunday?" Jack asked.
"Yes," Rose said, nodding her head.
"Is Mark going with you?" Jack
asked.
"I think so," Rose said. "And
how about you? Are you and Maria going?"
Jack nodded his head, and said, "Well,
I’m pretty sure that I’m going. I’m not that sure about Maria, though. So,
Rose, we've walked a mile around this boat. What did you want to tell me?"
Rose’s face brightened. "Oh! Well, I
have a favor to ask of you."
Jack looked at Rose, and said, "All
right. Let’s hear it."
Rose smiled. "Well, there is this band
that is playing in third class, and they are called Gaelic Storm. Mark really
hates this kind of music, so I was—"
Jack interrupted Rose, saying, "Gaelic
Storm is on this ship? Get out of here! I love them!"
"So, is that a yes?" Rose asked,
smiling.
"Yes, it is," Jack said.
After they said their good-byes, Jack and
Rose went their separate ways to go to lunch. As Jack opened his suite’s door,
he noticed that Maria was scratching herself and had red spots all over.
"Maria?" Jack asked in shock.
"Jack, I don’t feel good," Maria
said, scratching.
"Stop scratching. You have the chicken
pox!" Jack said. "I’ll call the doctor."