SUMMER IN SANTA MONICA
Chapter Fifteen

Rose heard the call for her flight at 11:55, and she grabbed her purse and almost ran to the boarding bridge.

"Ticket, ma'am?" the man asked her, and she showed him her ticket.

"Thank you," the man said. Then, Rose nearly sprinted onto the plane.

Her flight left, and two hours later, she was standing in an airport terminal at two AM.

"I have to think," she said to herself, "where he lives at. I know he lives in town, in an apartment."

Rose walked over to a pay phone and called Jack. She was lucky enough for him to answer it.

"Jack, it's Rose," she said.

"Rosie," he asked, "where are you?"

"I'm at an airport terminal in Boston," Rose said.

"Where?" Jack asked her. There was too much static on the phone and he didn't hear her.

"Where do you live?" Rose asked him.

Jack told her his address. "Now, where are you?"

"Never mind that. I'm coming home, Jack," Rose said.

Jack didn't understand what she meant by 'coming home,' but he went along anyway.

"Okay, Rosie," Jack said.

"I'll talk to you later," Rose said.

"Bye," Jack said, and hung up.

Rose looked at the address she had written on her hand. "Now, I need to get there."

She strolled over to the information desk, asking where she could rent a car.

After she got the car, she drove to Jack's place. She then parked the car.

When she got out of the car, she noticed it was raining, so she hurried to his porch and rang the doorbell.

Jack walked over to the door. When he opened it, he saw Rose. "Rose..." he started, but Rose put her finger to his lips.

"I realized about three seconds after you turned your back on me that I belonged to you, and I couldn't live without you," Rose said. Then, she kissed him.

"Welcome to Boston, Rose," Jack said, letting her inside.

The End.

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