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Chapter Ten

Jack continued to pour out his feelings to Molly.

His last few comments were, "I can't live without her. I just wish I had more to give her. I'm afraid, though, that she's making a big mistake by wanting to waste her life with someone like me. She could do so much better. Please, help me."

Molly sat and looked at Jack. Poor dear, she thought. He really is in love with this girl.

Instantaneously, memories and thoughts of the past began to flash through Molly's mind.

She saw Daniel's face, that beautiful, crooked smile he always wore, and those thick eyebrows and chocolate brown eyes. She remembered exactly the way his mouth formed the words I love you...

"Are you all right?" Jack asked in concern.

Molly snapped her head up, opening her eyes and giving Jack a quiet nod.

"For a minute there, you were really daydreaming—hey, are you sure you're okay?" Jack asked, reaching across to touch her shoulder.

Molly Brown licked her lips. "Jack, when I was young..." She stopped. Her cheery face had taken on a serious, wry expression.

Jack looked at her understandingly. "Please," he said. "Go on."

She shook her head as if she couldn't believe she was doing this, yet she continued.

"When I was a young woman, two or three years older than yourself, I was in love with a young man...his name was Daniel." Her voice faded as she said the last sentence.

Jack decided not to push her. This must be something she really needs to let out, he thought.

"He was a free bird, much like you, without a care in the world. Well, we met and fell in love instantly. My God, I haven't thought about him in..." She trailed off again.

"Listen, if this is...I mean, you don't have to..." Jack stumbled sympathetically.

Molly shook her head. "It's all right. I have to."

She cleared her throat and went on. "Daniel was poor, as was I, but my family didn‘t approve of him. Well, we saw each other secretly for nearly six months. I would sneak out to meet him and, well, eventually I realized that I wanted to spend my life with him."

She didn't stop this time. "He was stubborn. Jack, he told me that he would not, could not marry me. We cared about each other so much...oh, Lord, how I cried. I tried convincing him that I didn't care that we would get married without our families there to witness it and then go on to live in a shack and struggle for probably the rest of our lives. I didn't care about any of that, son, because I loved him." She looked down. "He moved on without me. For so long I dreamed of him, every night, dreaming he'd come back for me. He was the only man I ever loved. If only he'd listened to me! I'd be with him today, and as happy as can be."

Jack was shaking his head. "No...no, he was right. Don't you see? That just proves he loved you, Molly, He didn't want to take your family away from you. He knew you would be unhappy!" Jack said forcefully.

"No. Why don't you understand me? Jack, Rose has thought all this out just the way I thought it all out back then. Understand that it's all worth it! When you love somebody, you'd do anything for them, anything to make them happy, anything just to be with them." She paused. "Do you love her?" The question was almost a shout. "Because if you just think you do, and you really don't, then I should not be telling you any of this. You and he--neither of you understand anything! Anything!"

Jack still looked at Molly. Her face was reddening right around the eyes, and he could see a hint of a tear in the corner of her eye.

She took a deep breath of frustration. "Son, all I can do for you is tell you what I think is going on. My diagnosis. That's it. You don't have to do what I'm telling you, but let me say, I've been there, done that. Listen to me, Jack, listen. Quit fighting. I'm trying to help. Now, I can help you with this part, but the rest of it? That's your area. Got it?" Molly rose, walked to a nearby coffee table, and retrieved a handkerchief with which to wipe her increasing tears.

When she turned around, Jack could see that the accusing look that had danced on her face a minute earlier had turned into a look of pure concern.

"Do you love her?" she asked quietly.

Jack looked down. I asked Rose that very same question about Cal. Did she ever answer me?

"Wait a minute, now. What about this?" Jack questioned. "What if she does love that Cal guy? I mean, how can I be sure that she's not just using me to get out of this life, this family? She hates it, you know. She'd do anything just to...but she's afraid is what she is. She's scared."

Molly sat back down on the cushioned chair, facing Jack. She shook her head slightly, and said, knowingly, "You're afraid, Jack. You're the scared one here."

Jack knit his brows. "Me? Afraid of what?"

Most of the redness in Molly's eyes was gone. "Rose is the smart one here. She's no dummy, Jack. She's not the scared one. It isn't easy living the way you do, son, but it isn't all that easy living our way, either. Sure, we always have food sitting right in front of us when we get hungry. We always have warm beds to come home to, and money to spend and nice clothes to wear. But it isn't all peaches and cream. We are forced to act all proper, dress up all nice and pretty every single day in those damned uncomfortable clothes, go to society functions, talk right, never cuss or yell too loud...we have no freedom at all. That's why you look around this place and see all these uptight stuffs with their noses in the air. Because they were raised to be exactly that way. Me? I was raised differently. I don’t always like this lifestyle, but Daniel, he not only refused to offer me a different one, but that man caused me to do the most stupid, stupid thing I've ever done in my entire life."

"What?" Jack inquired.

"I let him go." she whispered.

Jack stood up. His head ached and his stomach growled. He hadn't eaten since lunchtime yesterday.

"So, what are you saying, Molly? It isn't making all sense here. I mean, I'm beginning to understand a little bit of it..."

He was cut off by Molly's strong voice.

"Go to her, Jack. If it's not too late, anyway. She knows she can do better than you, financially, that is. But why is money so important, anyway?"

Jack had no response.

"This is what I believe in my heart, Jack. I believe that God created this earth, and he cut people in half and sent them to different ends of the world. These halves sometimes spend their entire lives searching for their missing part. Sometimes, your other half is right there in front of you, but you let stupid things get in the way. See? So those people end up dying and never knowing what happiness was. When you find the one, you’d better hold onto them. Oh, it hurts too much to have to watch them go. Have I made myself clear? She loves you, Jack, or else she wouldn't be willing, anxious to give up everything just for your love. That's all she wants, Jack."

She got up and tapped her finger against his head. "She's trying to show you that. But you're a stubborn fool."

She turned around and sat back down again, waiting to hear what Jack would have to say.

He just fidgeted speechlessly.

Molly sighed. "One last thing--just one more piece of advice. You listening? If everyone would follow this advice, the world would be a much easier place to live in."

Jack looked at her reluctantly.

The words came out in a loud whisper. "Your heart is smarter than your brain, always. Listen to it, Jack. I won't watch you and Rose make the mistake that Daniel and I made. I won't. Now go." She turned around and walked to the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

For the first time since he was fifteen years old, Jack cried.

Chapter Eleven
Stories