THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HEAVEN
Chapter Six
Already, the voyage was coming to an end.
Although, this time there was no sinking, no iceberg, no tragic disaster. The
ship was due on Tuesday night, and it was on time. Rose and Jack were up
looking at the Statue of Liberty.
Jack had wanted to take Rose so many places,
but first they had to go to Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin. They had to get settled.
Then, they would head off to Santa Monica. Rose and Jack got off the ship and
headed to a hotel. They had left the ship as Jack and Rose Dawson. This time,
when Rose left the ship, she really was Rose Dawson.
She would do what she said, and wouldn't turn
back. Her mother had hated Jack, but he would take care of her. Somehow, she
knew he would do anything for her. So, even though she hated Jack, she gave him
her thanks for taking care of her daughter. Her mother bade her farewell, and
headed back to their home in Philadelphia.
They decided not to go to the
Waldorf-Astoria. Instead, they took a cab, and headed north. Suddenly, they
told the man to stop, and wait for them. They had seen an apartment. Although
it only had one room, it was very big, and it contained a kitchenette, a queen
size bed, and a fireplace. They had to go find out about this place. Although
they didn't plan to stay long, they needed to rest for a few days, before the
big trip to Wisconsin.
They went in, and asked if the owner was
there. The man said, "Yes. I'll go get him."
They waited at the front desk, and finally,
the man appeared. "Yes? May I help you?"
"We are interested in the
apartment."
"Okay. The fee is ten dollars per month,
and it is furnished. I allow no parties. I just want a quiet couple. So, here,
fill out the application."
Jack and Rose filled out the application, and
then handed it to the man. He read it, and told them fine, they got the place.
Rose was so happy. Jack paid the man the ten dollars he had in his pocket.
HAMILTON BROWNSTONE
31 HAMILTON TERRACE
New York, NY
That was where they were.
They had paid the cab, and they walked into
their new home. Rose was so happy, she couldn't express her feelings. Jack knew
they needed food, but he didn't have any money. Rose remembered that she had
her engagement ring from Cal. She didn't know why she kept it, but she did.
She handed it to Jack. She said, "Here.
I have no use for it." Then, Jack remembered that he was rich. He would
wire Mr. Bowman for money. He gave the ring back to Rose, and said he didn't
need it; to save it for a rainy day. Jack left their little place in heaven,
and went to the nearest cash-wiring place.
"I would like to wire a message."
"Okay. Write what you want," said
the lady.
He remembered he had the wire from Mr.
Bowman, and replied to the same address. He gave the lady the message, and
asked when he should come back. The lady said in about an hour. Jack left the
place and went back to their new home. When he reached the house, and went
inside, Rose was lying down. She was asleep.
Jack lay down with her.
Meanwhile, Mr. Bowman was in his office
pouring coffee into his mug. He had just finish pouring cream when a messenger
brought in today's mail. He sat at his desk with his mug, and sifted through
the mail. He came upon a telegram from Jack. He thought it must be urgent, so
he read it. When he finished reading the telegram, he packed his briefcase, and
headed to Hamilton Brownstone.
Jack a woke to a knock at the door. He got up
and answered the door. "Hello. May I help you?"
"Yes. Hi, Jack. It's Jason Bowman."
"Oh, come in. My wife is asleep, so
could we keep it quiet?"
"Jack, I received your telegram, and you
said you needed money." He opened his briefcase and pulled out a few
items. "Here's your wallet with checks, money...you name it, and it's in
there."
"Just out of curiosity, how much is in
here?"
"About twenty thousand all
together."
"Mr. Bowman."
"Please, call me Jason."
"Okay, Jason. In a couple of days I will
be leaving and heading to Wisconsin. When we get settled, we will head to Santa
Monica. I would like you to take care of the gallery."
"Okay, Jack. I presume you're going to
your parents' house, and the beach house in Santa Monica. If I need anything I
shall contact you there. Shall I arrange the flight for you on your private
plane?"
"Sure. Go ahead. We will be leaving in
three days."
"Okay. Nice seeing you, Jack. Anytime
you need something, don't hesitate to contact me."
Rose appeared just as Jason was preparing to
leave.
"Rose." Jack grabbed her hand.
"Yes?" Rose said, sleepily.
"I would like you to meet Jason
Bowman."
"Hi, Jason. Nice to meet you."
"Don't worry, Mrs. Dawson. You're in
good hands. I won't let you down. Bye, Jack, and Rose, take care of him."
"Okay, Mr. Bowman. I will."
"So, Jack. What were you
discussing?"
"Oh, he gave me my wallet. We've got
money now. Want to get something to eat?"
"Yes."
It had only been two days since they left the
ship. Rose felt free. She didn't have to keep quiet, and watch what she was
saying. Jack bought food, and she cooked his meals. Although she didn't really
know how to cook, she tried her best. Jack loved her food. Rose thought he did
it to make her happy. Rose made the meals, but ate very little, compared to how
she ate on the ship. Something had changed.
Rose had been waking up, and going to the
restroom a lot. He thought something must be wrong with her.