ANOTHER CHANCE
Chapter Eight
"You knew Jack?"
"Yes, I met
him not far from Notre Dame. He was just like me, wanting to see the world. He
didn't know who I was and we became friends. We were the best of friends. We
went everywhere together."
"Obviously,
you two had a falling out at some point."
"The time came
for me to return to Philadelphia. Unfortunately, I had enjoyed my freedom a
little too much, and I was out of money, so I stole some from Jack."
"How did he
feel about it?"
"I don't know.
The next time I saw him was Titanic. I don't think he remembered me."
"So, you're a
liar and a thief."
"I regret what
I did. Perhaps I can make it up somehow."
"He's dead,
you know."
"He has
relatives."
"None that I
know of."
"I know
one."
"Who? I'd
appreciate it."
"You were his
wife in practice if not yet by law." Rose winced, remembering how Cal had
used almost the exact same words on April 14, 1912. He didn't seem to notice.
"And to you I will make it up."
"What do plan
on doing?"
"Rose, how
would you like to meet your mysterious artist?"
"You mean Mr.
Calvert?"
"Yes, but you
do need to do one thing."
"What?"
"Come to one
last ball with me."