LET’S LEAVE THE PAST BEHIND
Chapter Sixteen

As planned, Jack and Rose, joined by Jacquelyn and Richard--both were there for moral support, plus to see Canada--were on the first train heading to Canada. Jack held Rose’s hand tightly and stared silently out the window at the passing scenery. Rose read a fashion magazine, and Richard was telling Jacquelyn about his travels.

When they had reached their destination, it was daylight. After getting their hotel roomed, Jack wanted to head for the morgue right away. The sooner he got this over with, the better.

"Jack, are you sure you don’t want to wait?" Rose asked as he pulled her down the hall.

"Positive. But you three don’t have to come along. I’m sure you’d rather see Canada instead of inside a morgue." Jack turned to his wife and siblings.

"We’re here to support you." Rose squeezed his hand. "Now come on. Let’s go see if he’s in there."

The room was bright and cold. A man stood in the middle of the room between the slabs containing the bodies.

"Mr. Dawson, I presume?" the man greeted.

"Yes. I came here for my friend," Jack answered.

"Okay. Since we don’t know the names, I’ll just remove the blankets and you can tell me whether you know them or not."

"Okay." Jack nodded, tightening his hold on Rose’s hand. One by one, the blankets were removed and replaced.

"Wait. I know him," Rose said midway, when one of the blankets was removed. "Look, Jack. It’s Lovejoy…Cal’s valet."

"We sure did give him a run for his money, didn’t we?" Jack slightly smiled. Then he was serious again. "Looks like he was hit in the head by something."

"I wonder what."

"What do you want to do, Rose? You want to claim him?"

"No way, Jack. Let him rot here for helping Cal try to keep us apart. Besides, we’re here for Fabrizio."

Jack only nodded, and they moved on. It was on the next to last slab where they found Fabrizio, his body crushed almost beyond recognition, his clothes covered in soot.

"Oh, Fabri." Jack reached down and touched his dark hair. "I’m so sorry."

"Is this him?" the mortician asked.

"Yes. He is. We’ll be taking him with us when we leave day after tomorrow." Jack sighed, covering his dead friend back up.

"I shall get him ready for travel then. That will cost you two hundred dollars."

"You did bring the money, didn’t you, Rose?" Jack asked, looking at his wife.

"Of course I did." Rose patted her purse. "We’ll pay you before we leave, sir." Rose turned to the tall, pale man.

"Since you’re the one paying I need you to come in here and sign the paperwork." The mortician directed Rose out of the room, leaving Jack alone with his dead friend.

Slowly, he uncovered Fabrizio again and just stared down at him, reliving all the adventures they had had together. It had been this last adventure that had proven fatal for his loyal friend.

"Fabri…please forgive me for getting you into this mess." Tears began to flow from Jack’s eyes. He covered his face and sobbed, grief overwhelming him. He didn’t hear anyone come in until two strong arms embraced him.

"It’s okay, Jack," Richard comforted his sobbing brother. "I’m sure your friend is in a better place now and wants you to be happy."

"It’s all my fault. He didn’t even want to get into that poker game, but I, being so smart, convinced him. Then I told him and Tommy to go to the other side of the ship when it was sinking. I thought there would be more boats on the other side…we should never have gotten on that ship. We should have waited and got a job or something and saved up."

"Yeah, and then you wouldn’t have met Rose. You would have missed finding the love of your life. Is that what you would’ve wanted?"

Jack pulled away from his brother and shook his head. "I just wish my decision hadn’t meant his death. That he had a chance to see the Statue of Liberty, eat apple pie, and see a baseball game. He would have loved the Yankees."

"I like the Dodgers myself." Richard smiled, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"He had found a girl too you know. Her name was Helga. The last time I saw her, she was falling to her death from the railing. I wonder if he was dead by then, too."

"Well they’re together now. Probably saddened that you’re so sad. I’m sure that your friend only wants what's best for you. And that’s to go on with your life. Keep his memory in your heart and live for him. Make Rose the happiest woman alive. For both you and Fabrizio. That’s the best thing you can do right now."

Jack nodded. "I guess you’re right." Jack cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed about losing his composure in front of his big brother.

"Fabri wouldn’t want me to be so sad." Jack smiled. "Uh…thanks. Thanks for being here…listening to me…I guess it was what I needed."

"Question, though. Why haven’t you discussed this with Rose?"

"She’s having a hard enough time dealing with the sinking. She doesn’t need my guilty conscience on top of that. You know, I told her that we should leave the past behind us, and I wasn’t even doing that myself. I have to start taking my own advice."

"I say so. Now come on. The women are waiting for us." Richard covered Fabrizio back up and led his brother out of the cold room.

"Oh, Richard, one more thing. Not a word to Rose about my little breakdown in there. Okay?"

Richard shrugged. "I don’t see the big deal about it, but since you want it that way, fine."

"Thanks."

Richard only smiled and led his brother into the waiting room as Rose finished filling out the papers.

Chapter Seventeen
Stories