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Chapter Three

"Good. We didn't want to bother you," Rose said to Fabrizio.

"So, what are you two love birds planning on for tonight?" Fabrizio asked, sitting on one of the bunks in the barren room.

"I don't know. We were just gonna stay down here for a while. It's so crowded and noisy everywhere else on the ship," Jack said matter-of-factly.

Rose and Jack still stood near the doorway while Fabrizio began pulling on his shoes.

"What about you?" Jack asked.

Fabrizio sat up. "Me? Well...that's a good question...I guess I'll...go get drunk!"

Rose smiled, rolled her eyes, and shook her head.

"Nah. I am sure I can find a poker game or something like that," Fabrizio said. He stood. "I'm off! I'll leave you two alone..." He winked at Rose. With that, he grabbed his hat and was out the door.

Jack gestured toward a bunk. "Wanna sit down?" he asked Rose.

"Thanks. My feet are killing me," Rose accepted. She took her shoes off again.

"Well," Jack said, "I can see why! Look at these things!" He held one of her shoes up, which were very tiny and narrow, with pointy toes and heels.

"You get used to them...but still, it would be so nice to be able to wear those big, wide shoes you men wear!" Rose pointed out.

Jack smiled. Then he sat down next to Rose, lifted her dainty feet onto his lap, and began to rub her stocking-covered feet and toes.

Rose relaxed and fell limp on the bunk. "You don't know how good that feels!" She sighed and closed her eyes.

Still smiling, Jack continued to massage her feet until Rose told him he could stop.

"Thank you a million times over!" Rose said. "That felt so good."

Jack rose from the bunk and walked across the small room to his bag, where he'd already placed a few postcards and pictures of different places. He fished around in the bag and returned to Rose, carrying something closed in his hand.

"I've got something for you," Jack said, holding his open hand out to Rose.

"You do?"

In Jack's hand was a half-dollar coin, old and dirty.

"I know it's not much, but it has lots of value...right here," he said, pointing to his heart.

"Thank you...but won't you tell me about this coin?" Rose asked, accepting the coin.

Jack settled back on the bunk. "When I was little, before my parents died and I still lived back in Wisconsin--I guess I was about seven or eight--my uncle came to see us. Uncle James. He was a drifter, didn't have a home, always floating around from here to there...anyway, he was my dad's big brother, and I don't know why, but...I don't know, I really looked up to him for some reason. Something about him...he didn't have a care in the world, not a single care. It just seemed so great to me...he never talked about how terrible it was to be an adult like the others were always doing--never complaining about money or life or problems. He must've been in his late forties, but he was a kid...he was a kid. He was my first idol. Anyway, he didn't have a real job of any kind. He'd hold one down for a while, but then, of course, he'd move on...I think the real reason he came to see us was to ask my mom and dad for money, but that wasn't important to me...I was just a kid, anyway. So the morning he left, I remember, he came into my room and put that," speaking of the coin Rose was now studying, "on my pillow beside my head. When I woke up and found it, I was so excited...it was the first money I ever got, ya know? It was special. I don't know. It's kind of stupid, I guess. I always wished Uncle James would come back, but he never did. I never saw him again." He paused. "I've kept it ever since. Anyway, that's it. That's the story behind that coin."

Rose looked up at him. "Why are you giving this to me, Jack?"

"I don't know, Rose. I don't know. I just...needed to. I can't explain it. I wish I could give you so much more, but..." He trailed off and looked away from her.

Rose stood up. She put her hand on Jack's. "Don't you understand, though? Jack, you've given me more than anyone could ever give me, ever," Rose said sincerely. "Why can't you understand that?"

Jack didn't respond, just looked at her.

"I love you , Jack. And this--it means more to me than all the money and jewelry. I mean it." She bent over and kissed him.

Jack returned the kiss. "Thank you, Rose. Thank you."

Chapter Four
Stories