LOVE FOR LIFE AND BEYOND
Chapter Seven

Rose sat down in a large armchair. "Daddy? Well, he was—he was one of a kind. He was more of a mother to me than Mother herself, even when he was busy. He would tuck me in at night and read me bedtime stories. He was so cheerful, always; you couldn’t help but be cheerful around him. Daddy could always bring me out of a sulk or tears—even Mother was in a better mood when he was around. All was right with the world when Daddy was there," said Rose. "When he died, the world went and stood on its head. Mother turned bitter, and before I knew it, I was engaged to that—that bastard, Cal." Rose brought out the word with such vehemence, even Jack was surprised. "I’m sorry," continued Rose. "I couldn’t help it. He was all right when he was courting—flowers, candy, concerts. He went through all the courting protocol, played the part of the perfect gentleman. When we became engaged, he was so possessive. He became angry if I so much as glanced at another man—it was a nightmare!"

Jack shuddered. He remembered various female versions of Cal back in Chippewa Falls, women who nagged so badly their husbands were henpecked beyond belief. He made a promise to himself he would never behave towards Rose like Cal had.

"I would never do a thing like that," he told her. "Now, how about checking—"

Jack was interrupted by a knock on the door, accompanied by a cheerful, "I’m back!" Molly walked in laden down with parcels.

"Here, I think I’ve got the right sizes. I’m not quite sure which parcel’s which, so you’ll have to open them all and see," said Molly.

"Parcels of what?" asked Rose in a slightly confused tone. "I thought I asked you to help me pawn some jewelry, not go on a shopping spree. I think the sinking must have done something to my powers of speech."

This drew a hearty laugh from Molly. "I took the liberty of buying something for you two to wear. Think of it as a wedding present. Oh, and here’s the money from your pawned jewelry," said Molly, handing Rose a stack of bills. "Now, go open those parcels."

Jack and Rose set about unwrapping the parcels and opening the boxes. The clothing amounted to two sets each, as well as shoes and other accessories.

"Thank you, Molly," said Rose. "You’ve already given us so much—and somehow I don’t think the money here…" Rose gestured to the stack of bills. "…was all from the jewelry. There must be at least five thousand dollars here," she finished.

"Well, what can I say? Guilty as charged," said Molly. "I guess I haven’t gotten over mothering my own children—so, I’m borrowing a few. I’ll leave you two lovebirds to sort things out now." With that, Molly departed.

"Gee, Molly sure is generous," said Jack. "Now we don’t even need to buy clothing for now."

Rose smiled. "So, when are we going to become Mr. and Mrs. Jack Dawson?"

Jack returned the smile. "As soon as we’ve let Molly have a rest—she’s the witness, after all. I’m sorry I don’t have a ring for you."

Rose gave him a hug. "That’s all right. And I do have a ring," she said, looking down at her hands. "A ring of love, which means more to me than the biggest diamond in the world."

Jack grinned and gave her a kiss. "You already have that. Come on. We’d better get dressed for our wedding."

Rose donned a simple green dress, the color bringing out the tints in her hair and the color in her cheeks. She thought Jack looked very handsome in his suit—the blue made his eyes seem even brighter. Jack walked over to the vase of flowers on the mantelpiece and plucked out two red roses. He stuck one in his buttonhole and handed the other to Rose.

"The final touch," he said. "Now, let’s go find Molly."

Chapter Eight
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