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.

Chapter Seven
Stories