LET’S LEAVE THE PAST BEHIND
Chapter Fifteen
The next day, Rose awoke bright
and early. To her surprise, Jack was still sleeping beside her. Kissing his
forehead slightly, she slipped out of bed, threw on a robe, and went downstairs
to find Nancy fixing another big breakfast.
"Good morning," Rose
greeted.
"Oh, morning, Rose."
Nancy turned to grin at her daughter-in-law. "I reckon that Jack’s still
asleep, since Charles decided to work Richie today. Jack has always been
Charles' favorite."
"Oh." Rose nervously
ringed her hand. She didn’t want to get in the middle of a family feud that she
knew nothing about.
"But it’s good to have
Richie home, and I’m going to make sure that he knows how loved he is here.
Will you pop this bread in the oven over there? We’re having his favorites.
Buttered toast, fresh orange juice, scrambled eggs, grits, and a pork
chop." Nancy grins.
"It smelled great."
Rose smiled, popping the bread into the hot oven.
"Look at all this
food." Jacquelyn entered the kitchen. "Where is Richie, by the way?"
"Your father has him out in
the fields today," Nancy replied. "Go get your brother up, they may
need help."
"Mom, you know Jack. It’s
impossible to wake him up."
"I’ll get him," Rose
volunteered.
"Thank you Rose." Nancy
smiled at her daughter-in-law.
Jack was still sleeping when Rose
entered the room, or so she thought. She stood in the doorway, observing him.
Then she walked up the bed and shook his shoulder. "Jack, darling, time to
get up."
Jack only groaned and turned over
on his back, his hair falling into his eyes, making him look younger than he
really was. "Jack?"
No answer. So, she decided to
straddle him. Maybe her weight would make him wake up. "Jack?"
Still no answer. So, she bent
down and kissed him. To her surprise, he kissed her back, his arms wrapping
around her, and before she knew it, it was her lying on her back, with Jack on
top of her. "Good morning." He grinned, breaking the kiss.
"You tricked me!" Rose
playfully hit him with her fist.
"Ow." Jack laughed and
began to tickle her. "You’re gonna pay for that."
"No Jack! Stop! Stop!"
Rose laughed. "Jack stop!"
"Jack Dawson, whatever are
you doing? Let that poor girl up." Nancy Dawson stood in the doorway with
her hands on her hips.
"I’m just having a little
fun." Jack laughed, letting Rose up.
"Your father and brother
needed up out in the field." Nancy shook her head.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Okay,
fine, but this isn’t over." Jack turned to his wife and kissed her.
"See you at breakfast."
Rose nodded and smiled as she
stood and joined Nancy in the hall.
"That son of mine."
Nancy shook her head.
"He’s not so bad." Rose
smiled, following her mother in law downstairs.
One hour later, the men come in
for breakfast. Jack immediately got up and helped Rose with what looked like a
heavy platter of pork chops.
"Let me help you with
that." He took the platter from her.
"Jack you’re supposed to be
setting down." Rose scalded.
"Not when my wife is
carrying something heavy like this."
"It wasn’t heavy." Rose
sighed. Sometimes Jack was so overprotective of her. But she couldn’t blame
him, after all they’d been through.
"Set down Jack. Let the
women do their work." Charles Dawson scolded his son, but with a smile on
his face. He was in awe of how careful Jack was with Rose, yet the love they
had for each other was quite evident.
"Breakfast is served."
Jacquelyn placed the last dish on the table. So, Richie, how does it feel to be
home?"
"Good. For once, I don’t
have to worry about where my next meal is coming from." Richie grins.
"And my favorite meal too."
"Enjoy it because you’re
leaving today." Charles got up from his chair.
"Charles…" Nancy
begins.
"No Nancy. I let you have
your way last night, and that’s it. He leaves this afternoon, and that’s final."
Charles got up and left the table.
An uncomfortable silence fell
over the table as Nancy sobbed. She didn’t want her eldest son to leave. She
couldn’t understand why Charles was so stubborn about this.
"Don’t cry mom." Jack
squeezed Nancy’s hand. "I’ll go talk to him."
"Maybe he’ll listen to
you." Nancy sniffed.
"And if he doesn’t, it’s no
big deal. I’ll just move on." Riche sighs. "I just wanted to check in
anyway, see how everyone was doing."
"I’ll be back." Jack
got up and headed outside, where his father was standing on the porch.
"Pa? You out here?"
"Yes, I am. Jack, you do
understand why I don’t want your brother here, don’t you?"
"Well…to tell the truth I
don’t. Pa, it’s been twelve years. I think Richie has changed for the better.
Give him a chance."
"What if he hasn’t, Jack?
What if he brings shame on this family’s name once again?"
"But what if he doesn’t? Can
you live with yourself knowing that you sent your son back out into the world?
Dad, I may make living out there sound like all fun and games, but it’s not.
There are times when you have to dig in people’s garbage to find a decent meal.
I’ve stayed in places where I had to sleep with a weapon to make sure no one
stole what little money I had made. That’s why I brought Rose here after Titanic.
She’s a high society girl…she wouldn’t have survived a day out there. Plus…I
didn’t want her to have to…especially not after Titanic."
"I see where you’re coming
from son, but Richie doesn’t have a wife. He has no one but himself…"
"Which is all the reason
more why he should stay. We’re his family, Dad. Without that, you have no one.
Your family is supposed to be the people you can always count on, no matter
what."
Charles stared down at the
ground, taking in what Jack had just told him. He looked back up at his son and
saw more experience than he should have had at his age. He wondered how his son
had gotten so smart. "Six months. Six months for him to straighten out.
The first time he messes up, he’s out."
Jack smiled happily. "Thanked
dad. Now go in there and tell ma the good news. She’s terribly upset."
Richard looked over at Rose and
smiles. "I guess you never knew how dysfunctional this family was when you
married Jack."
Rose only smiled shyly, and was
about to answer when Jack and his father returned.
"Six months. Six months to
straighten up, and if you mess up even once, you’re out of here. No matter how
hard it is out there on the streets." Charles took his seat next to his
wife. "You have your brother to thank for my change of heart."
"Of course." Richard
stared at his brother who, at the time, was paying more attention to his wife.
He loved his brother, but he couldn’t help being jealous of the close
relationship he had with his father. Jack had always been his favorite. "So
Jack. Tell me, how did you meet the lovely Rose here?"
The table fell silent, and Rose
squeezed Jack’s hand for support.
"We met on a ship. It was
love at first sight." Jack smiled at Rose.
"A ship? Which one? The
Californian? I worked on that one before. Pretty nice ship."
"Titanic," Jack replied
flatly.
"No way." Richard
dropped his fork, his eyes wide with disbelief. "How in the world did you
get a ticket on Titanic?"
"Well I have you to thank
for that. Remember teaching me how to play poker and keep a poker face?"
"Richard." Charles
glared at his son.
"Dad, it was a long time
ago, and I insisted," Jack cut in. "But anyway. I won two third class
tickets on the Titanic. My Italian friend, Fabrizio, and I were ecstatic.
Especially Fabri. He couldn’t wait to see the statue of liberty." Jack
sighed sadly at the thought of his best friend. Deep down, he knew that
Fabrizio’s death wasn’t his fault, but still…if he hadn’t won those tickets…if
he hadn’t told Fabri and Tommy to go to the other side of the ship...
"Jack?" Rose squeezed
his hand, her eyes full of concern at the far off look in his eyes, the deep
sadness.
"I’m ok Rosie." Jack
snapped out of his memories and smiled reassuringly at his wife. "Rose was
in first class. I saved her life, we fell in love, and barely survived the
sinking."
Richard arched his eyebrows as he
stared at Rose, who was beginning to look a little familiar. Where had he seen
her before? There was more to the story than Jack was telling. That he was sure
of, and he was going to find out. "Wow. My little brother. On the
Titanic."
"Jack was so brave and
calm…I don’t know what I would have done if I had been alone." Rose
sighed.
"We got married the day
after Carpathia landed and headed here. We’ve been here ever since, laying low
sort of speak." Jack shrugged.
"And you were first class?
What made you give up all that money for this guy?"
"Love has more power than
money ever could." Rose smiled. "Not to mention I terribly miserable
where I was. The only time I was truly happy was when I was with Jack."
"What an adventure that must
have been." Richard laughed nervously, looking away from his brother.
"Yes, it was." Jack
nods, getting up. "If you excuse me, I’ll go check for the paper."
"Rose." Nancy leaned
towards her daughter-in-law. "Is Jack okay with what happened?
Truly?"
"I don’t know…he doesn’t
talk about it very much, only when asked. I better go check on him." Rose
got up and left the table.
She found him on the porch,
staring at the second page of the newspaper. His eyes were intently reading an
article.
"Jack? Are you okay?"
He looked up and grabbed her
hand. "It says here that they’ve recovered the bodies of some of the
people who died. Some haven’t been claimed yet and are lying in Halifax, Nova
Scotia, waiting to be claimed. I wonder if Fabrizio is one of them."
"Oh Jack…"
"I have to go see Rose. I
can’t let him be buried in a strange land where no one knew him. It’s bad
enough that his mother will never see him again or know that he’s dead."
"Jack…if he is there…what
are you going to do?"
"Bring him back here. At
least here, he has us. Plus, he always wanted to see America. It’s only
appropriate that he should be buried here." Jack sighed. "You don’t
have to come with me if you don’t want to. I’m sure ma can take care of
you…"
"Jack Dawson we have never
been apart since we disembarked Carpathia, I’m not going to start now. Besides,
it’s always been you supporting me. It’s my turn. I know how much you loved
Fabrizio. He was your best friend. I’m going with you."
"Rose…I love you so much.
Thank you." Jack pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face in her hair
so she didn't see him crying for his lost friend.
"When do we leave?"
"Day after tomorrow."
Jack sighs. "Give us time to pack, buy the tickets, and make arrangements
for him. Come on. Let’s go tell everybody."