DEAR DIARY
Chapter Eleven
May 21, 1912
Rose stood between Molly and Louis, the
Brown's driver, on the platform as they awaited Andrew's train. The late May
afternoon was warm, hinting that summer was indeed just around the corner. The
light breeze tossed the ribbons on their hats about, making them flutter
against the blue sky. Although she had no prior history with either Andrew or
his wife, Rose found herself feeling giddy all the same.
She and Molly shared a smile when the
announcer said loud and clear that the train they were waiting for was
incoming. Ten minutes later, the train pulled into the station, and Rose put a
hand to her hat to keep it from blowing away. Molly made her way through the
disembarking crowd, leaving Louis and Rose waiting behind. After a few moments,
there was aloud whooping noise that could only have come from the overexuberant
Molly.
Rose kept her eyes peeled for Molly and the
newcomers. Finally, Molly's figure could be seen, with a tall, dark-haired man
beside her, the two smiling and talking. There was a woman of medium stature
and blonde hair attached to the man’s hand, though she was following somewhat
behind. As they neared, she realized there was another man, whom she presumed
was the cousin of the younger Mrs. Brown. Molly caught her eye then, and her
already large smile intensified even more. She said something to her son, who
glanced in Rose's direction and grinned a nearly identical grin. Rose's brow
wrinkled in confusion until the two separated, revealing the man behind them.
Rose's face paled to the palest shade of white, and she grabbed Louis' arm for
support. She had to be dreaming. Had to.
Because there, no more then twenty feet away,
stood a very alive Jack.