JACK AND ROSE: TOGETHER FOREVER
Chapter Fifteen
December 1, 1912
Rose shoved her hands in her coat pocket and
looked around. It looked as if it was going to rain. 'Great, just what we need
more rain.' She thought. It had been raining for the last week and had briefly
cleared up this morning, but now it looked like it was back. Rose was on her
way back from her lunch date with Jack. He was teaching art today because it
was Friday, and Rose had decided to visit him.
She had shown up at the high school where he taught
art and walked into his classroom where several of the senior guys had been
giving her looks. Rose had just smiled at them and walked over to Jack's desk
at the front of the class.
"Hay Jack." Rose had said sitting
down on his desk.
"Hi Rose, what are you doing here
honey?"
"Well Jack, I was wondering if we could
go out to lunch today?"
"Oh ya sure that sounds great. It has
been a hell of a week. First the kids in my mon-Thursday. math classes were
joking off all day. And than half of the kids in this class forgot their
projects at home." Jack had said keeping his voice down. "So yes.
Class gets over in about 9 minutes so you can just wait in here if you
want." He went back to looking through some of the are projects that they
had turned in that morning. While he did this, Rose had looked around the room.
The kids were at the fifteen art stands that were set up around the room, and
appeared to be hard at work on a project. Rose smiled, Jack how had just been subbing
for the rest of the year last year for two teachers, had landed both the jobs
when the teachers had left to take care of their new babies. And now he had
turned the classrooms into beautiful learning areas.
"Hay Mr. Dawson! Who is that? Is she
your wife?" One of the boys had called out. That brought Rose back to the
present and she had looked at Jack.
"Oh yes Cory. I am sorry class. This is
my wife, Rose Dawson." Jack had told the class standing up and walking
over to Rose.
"Hello everyone." Rose had said to
the class. The class had called hello out to Rose and then most of them when
back to their work, but a few came up to talk to Rose.
"So Mrs. Dawson, how long have you and
Jack been married?" A seventeen-year-old girl had asked Rose. Rose had
looked at Jack for his approval and than answered.
"Oh, we have been married for about
eight mounts." She had answered and continued to converse with the girl
who she had learned name was Alexandra. She was just in a middle of a
conversation with another student when the bell rang.
"Alright class, I'll see you next week.
Remember those art projects are due next Friday. And Mr. Clark if you 'forget'
to do this project you will be walking on thin ice." Jack had called to
them as they filed out of the classroom.
"Oh man I am glad this week is
over." Jack told Rose as he closed the door.
"It is not over yet. You still have four
forty-five minute periods till the day is over." Rose told him cheerfully.
"Ah I guess you are right." Jack
said with a scowl on his face.
"Now I believe we were going out to
lunch, Mrs. Dawson." Jack had told her while taking his coat off the back
of the chair and putting it on. Rose had gave him a smile as he had taken her
hand and lad to out the door.
The two had enjoyed a wonderful lunch, she
had said good bye to Jack about a half-hour ago and had spent a half-hour
window-shopping. But now it was time for her to get home. On the way to her
apartment, Rose looked around. The shops were just getting ready for Christmas.
And Rose thought they looked wonderful. All the Christmas lights and candles
were in the windows and there Christmas decorations outside the stores. She
smiled, Christmas was her favorite time of year, and even her mother never
ruined the season for her. Rose hummed one of her favorite Christmas songs, 'Oh
Come All Ye Faithful.'
'Too bad it was not going to snow instead of
rain.' she thought. Rose had always loved the snow that fell in Philadelphia
and she knew she was going to miss it. There was no chance it was going to snow
now; it was 57 degrees in December. Way to warm to snow, but still cool enough
to wear coats outdoors. Rose looked down the street she had just turned onto,
and could see her apartment just a block away. Just than a clap of thunder
sounded in the sky. Rose screamed as the rain started to fall and ran as fast
as she could to her apartment.
Opening the door into the apartment, Rose
stepped in side. Looking down at her feet, she saw the mail. Picking it up she
looked at the contents. A bill, a letter from Bryan to Jack and one from
Brittany. Rose set her purse on the counter and sat down to read the letter.
Dear Rose,
Hello, how are you? I hope your
Thanksgiving went well. Nothing is really different here, although someone
finally bought your old apartment. So how is life on the west coat? Over here
it's cold and wet. The newspaper said it might snow tonight! I really want it
to. So when are you are going to come and visit us. Maybe this summer or
spring. I really want you to come up. It's not as fun without you here. Dianna
is more serious now, sense you left. And I don't get it. Remember how she was
always so giddy and nuts. Well now she never laughs at my jokes and it just
really tight. I don't know what it is. I wish you were here to cheer her up.
The letter went on to talk about some other
people and places that they know. Rose sighed as she finished the letter; she
missed her old friends so much. She really wanted them to come out. After a few
minutes of sitting there thinking, Rose got up and took her coat off. Setting
it in the entry closet, she closed the door. Than Rose went about picking up
the kitchen and living room to keep herself busy. She worked her way into the
bedroom. Stepping inside Rose saw that it was a mess. Jack and her own clothes
were all over the floor and Jacks drawings were all over the place. Picking up
the clothes and setting the dirty ones into the dirty clothes basket they had
set up. Than she arranged all Jacks drawings into a pile and set them inside
his nightstand. When this was done, Rose steeped back. 'Much better.' She
thought. She looked at the small clock hanging up in the room; it was about
two-thirty, she still had about and hour till Jack came home. 'What should I
do.' Rose thought. This was often a problem when Jack was at work; Rose never
found anything to do. Walking out on to the covered balcony, Rose sat down. She
watched the rain fall down onto the ocean, causing the ocean to be all foggy.
Closing her eyes she thought about how much she loved it here, and how Brittany
and the Fosters' should come down, and before long Rose had fallen asleep.