LIFE AFTER JACK
Chapter Seventeen

The next morning, Jack and Rose got up and got ready to go to the library. They walked downstairs, where Caitlin was sitting in a large chair.

"Would you and Michael like to go to the library with us?" asked Rose politely.

"No, thank you. I am about to prepare breakfast. We are having a party tonight, and Michael has gone to the market," Caitlin said.

"A party? What kind of party?" asked Jack.

"Well, a wedding party, silly. I have invited some of the neighbors," Caitlin told Jack.

"What time?" Rose asked.

"About seven o’clock," Caitlin answered.

"Well, that gives us plenty of time to go to the library," Rose said to Caitlin and Jack.

Rose and Jack left for the library. After they left the house, a man walked up to the door. He was a tall man, and very muscular.

"Come on in, Andy," Caitlin said.

They walked upstairs to Caitlin and Michael’s room. About ten minutes later, Michael walked into the house. He walked to the kitchen to put the groceries on the table. He noticed that Caitlin was not anywhere to be seen. Michael walked upstairs. He opened the bedroom door.

"Caitlin!" Michael shouted.

"Michael, you are supposed to be at the market," Caitlin said as she held the covers over herself.

"I just got back," Michael said.

Michael closed the door and started walking down the stairs. Caitlin followed just a few moments later.

"Michael, where are you going?" Caitlin asked.

"I am leaving!" Michael shouted.

"Please, don’t leave, at least not until after Rose and Jack’s party," Caitlin said to Michael.

"Well, since they are nice people, I will wait, but after the party, I am out of here," Michael said.

Andy walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. He came over, kissed Caitlin, and told her he would be back the next day. Michael stared at Andy and then shouted at him to get out of his house.

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Later that night, at the party, Michael was eating a piece of cake when he started feeling ill. He told Caitlin he was going to lay down for a few minutes. He walked into the parlor and lay down on the couch. A few minutes later, Jack walked into the room and saw that Michael was unconscious. They called the doctor, and the he came to the house. He said that Michael had had a heart attack. But Jack knew it could not have been a heart attack. He had seemed too healthy for that.

Chapter Eighteen
Stories