THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HEAVEN
Chapter Fourteen
"Philadelphia" yelled the train
conductor.
Rose, Jack and the kids were all ready to go.
They had been ready since seven AM it was now nine AM. They had eaten breakfast
already and were just waiting for their final destination.
"All right this is our stop,"
yelled Rose to Jack.
Jack had been checking if they had everything
packed.
All right, Rose it looks like everything’s
ready to go. He said as he entered the sitting room.
Jack I need your help. Rose called.
Okay. Which one do you need help with? He
already knew what she wanted.
Get Lauren. Okay.
All right.
He picked up the baby with his suitcase and
got off the train.
A man holding a sign with the name Dawson
stood at the gate.
Hi, we’re the Dawson’s. Jack said.
All right follow me, sir. Instructed the
driver.
Rose had called her mother and told her when
they would be arriving luckily they had their luggage shipped before because if
they had brought it now they would have had a lot to carry with them. They only
had two suitcases with them and Rose’s shoulder bag.
Rose was happy and nervous at the same time
she had never met Robert O’Riley so she didn’t know how she would react to him,
but Rose had learned to take each thing that came at her and deal with it. On
the way to the O’Riley mansion Rose thought about how her father would look and
would he be as happy to see her, as she was to see him. Her mother left the
DeWitt Bukater cottage when she married Robert. It was like no other. The
secluded shack had been simple on the outside and luxurious on the inside. The
DeWitt Bukater land had been given to Rose’s father when his parents died in a
fire. His home was destroyed. But his parents had given him enough money so he
could rebuild it. He had also added extra room’s a nursery when Rose was born
and an office for himself. When Rose’s father rebuilt the family home he had
not built it where the original house stood instead he made that area a
memorial for his parents so that part of their one hundred acres was left
untouched.
Rose glanced down at her son Jack. He was
still asleep. She pulled the blue blanket to cover his chest. He was a
splitting image of his father and Lauren was almost a reflection of herself
when she was an infant although she thought so in her opinion.
Jack glanced at his beautiful wife. He
wondered how she felt but he couldn’t imagine. He reached out his hand and
placed it on her lap. She smiled at him.
When she saw him the first time looking at
her on Titanic she could only think "Why is he staring at me?"
"Does he think he has the pleasure to stare at me?" So not to be
snobby she stared back at him not too obvious at first, but then she didn’t
stop looking back until Cal came along and messed it up. He was so rude he
asked her why she was standing there? Rose could only say, She felt like it
that she had needed fresh air. Cal told her it was not proper for her to be out
there with no escort and no hat so to be left alone she went back to their
suite.
She had been so confused back then but everything
became clear as Jack her savior pointed out that she would die if she married
Caledon. She didn’t want to admit it back then but Jack was right, in all
honesty he truly was.
The car rolled up to the large metal gates
the driver pressed a button on a remote and the gates opened.
The car kept going and finally stopped at the
large mansion.
Rose and Jack got out of the car with the two
babies their suitcases were taken away by two maids as they proceeded to walk
into the big place they were just totally shocked. Jack had never seen a place
so big the only bigger than this was the Coliseum in Rome.
Jack remembered Europe and all the things he
had seen. Especially Rosemary the one legged prostitute. She always joked about
things, but when she told Jack how she lost her leg that was not funny. She was
a beautiful woman. It was hard for her at times. Especially since no one would
hire a one legged girl. So she turned to prostitution with a pretty face like
that the Madam told her she would go many places. Unfortunately the only place
she would go is Italy.
Jack still remembered sitting at a local
tavern drinking beer and playing cards with a couple of men he had met.
Rosemary glanced at the blonde stranger below
she vowed to herself she would have him.
Jack felt he was being watched he glanced
around the room and saw this pretty girl on the stairs just staring at him.
When the card game was over he wanted to meet his admirer. He walked up to her.
Hello. I’m Jack Dawson.
Rosemary Di Rossi.
So why were you starring at me.
I admire the artwork.
Ah so you like art.
Yes especially Ludovico Mazzanti’s The Death of Lucretia. Truly a sad story, but a beautiful painting.
Ah yes truly a masterpiece.
Do you know of Mazzanti, Jack?
Not really, but I have seen the painting
though.
So what can I do for you, Jack?
Nothing tonight Rosemary.
Ah too bad. I’d love to bed a man of your
stature.
And what does that mean?
That means a man so handsome like you should
have a wife and children. No?
No sorry. I’m single.
Do you care for some pleasure tonight?
Yes, but not in the way you think.
Then what shall we do then?
Well I have a few suggestions.
Go on.
I would like to draw you like the French. In
your birthday suit.
Really that’s all no pleasure of the flesh.
Nope just the drawing and perhaps
conversation.
Fine. A deal, no charge.
Jack followed Rosemary up the stairs into a
room dimly lit.
Is there any way we can brighten it up in
here?
Sure. She flipped the light switch.
Rosemary was not ashamed of her body so she
undressed before him. She was not ashamed of her leg either she had high
spirits and it didn’t bother Jack either.
She laid on the bed and positioned herself as
Jack said. When the drawing was finished, Rosemary couldn’t believe how he had
captured such a beautiful woman. She wanted to thank him.
Her hands ran up his body. He knew she was beautiful,
but he wanted to reject her advances and let her down slowly. He saw her hands
touch him and he became aroused. Her hands were so beautiful absolutely
flawless. He had let his guard down and she seduced him that night. From then
on he promised he would never be unprofessional ever again it could ruin his
reputation as an artist.
Jack…Jack…Rose shook him.
It looked as if you were miles away.
I was, Rose.
Jack had never told Rose about Rosemary she
had only seen the drawing. It was something they would have to discuss, but
later on not now.
Mother…Rose ran to her mother with the baby
in her hands.
Rose…Ruth called out.
A strange man appeared with her mother
dressed in a black suit.
So you must be Mr. O’Riley.
Please call me Robert. He shook Rose’s hand.
All right Robert.
It turned out that Robert was quite a nice
man. He loved her mother. Rose could see it in his eyes it was true her mother
had changed and it all came down to one question.
Mom, Where’s Dad?
Why I wouldn’t know Rose.
You could check the cottage house.
So you really don’t know? Rose felt sad the
whole purpose was to find her father now she would have to search for him
starting with the DeWitt Bukater Cottage.