Jamie lowered the Windex slowly, “Hi.”
Edna walked over to the counter, “Forrest lives next door. He’s been helping me around the house for the past few months. So he’ll be around.”
“That’s so sweet,” Jamie said. So that explains why the garden is so nice, she thought.
Edna smiled, then went back upstairs.
Awkward Silence coated the air as Jamie scanned Forrest. He was tall and thin with eyes like rain and a brown mess which sat atop his pale face. He wore a light blue polo with dark blue stripes and khaki pants, which fit him well. He looked at her through thick black rectangular glasses. Even though she knew labels were bad, Jamie couldn’t help but stamp a big fat sign on him that yelled, “geek,” whenever someone walked by.
“I appreciate everything you’ve done for my mother. Really...thank you.”
Forrest smiled, “I’ve really enjoyed helping her out and getting to know her. She‘s very spirited. I’ve come to admire her. ”
Jamie smiled, awkwardly, back, “Well, I should finish these dishes. I'll see you later.”
“Um...”
Jamie realized she still had the Windex and handed it to him, “Sorry.”
He nodded and left the room.
Jamie turned back to her dishes. Holding her breath and shutting her eyes tight, she tried to hold back the tears, but she couldn’t hold her breath forever. When she finally exhaled, out poured all her bottled up guilt.
Later Jamie and her mom sat down to watch television, when her phone rang. Jamie reached into her purse and felt around until the buttons grazed her fingers.
Flipping it open she asked, “Hello?”
“Jamie!” Chantal screamed, “I’m so glad you answered. Guess what?”
“What?” Jamie asked, eyebrows scrunched in speculation.
“We’re not in Miami!”
“You’re not? Then where are you?”
“The city of love.”
“You’re in Rome?”
“No, the city of love!”
Jamie was puzzled, “Rome is the city of love, Chantal.”
There was a pause.
“Oh...then what’s Paris?”
“Paris is the city of light.”
“Oh, then we’re in the city of light.”
Jamie chuckled, “Randy took you to Paris? That’s so sweet.”
“And...I know you can’t see it, but there’s a big fat diamond sitting on my ring finger right now.”
Jamie beamed, “He did not...”
“He did! I’m so excited. As soon as I get back you, me, and Brenna have to plan the wedding of a lifetime, girl! Well, I have to go now. Randy’s taking me to a fancy restaurant tonight. Bye.”
“Bye,” Jamie said, closing the phone, smile wide.
“And who was that?” Edna asked, pushing the mute button.
“That was my best friend, Chantal. Her boyfriend was supposed to have taken her to Miami, but he took her to Paris instead…and the proposed!” Jamie, sighed, “If only I could find a love like that.”
“You will, honey.”
Jamie shook her head.
Edna frowned, “Of course, you will. I did.”
“Mom, in case you don’t remember one minor detail…dad left seven years ago.”
Edna rolled her eyes, “I may be sick, but I’ve still got my memory.”
“Then what are you talking about?” Jamie asked, falling back into the couch cushions.
“When we were young…and in love.” Edna smiled and got up. She went over to the bookcase and grabbed a book from the top shelf. After blowing the dust off, she handed it to Jamie. “Look through it and you’ll see.”
Jamie flipped through the fragile pages in the old scrapbook. She saw a young, vigorous Edna clinging to a handsome, starry-eyed Jack. Her mother looked so happy, and healthy, gazing into her father’s eyes. Their wedding pictures were just as blissful as the others. Both of her parents were smiling in just about every picture, and not that fake camera smile, but a wide, genuinely happy one. Edna was right, they were in love. Jamie scrunched her face and looked up, “What happened?”
Edna shrugged her shoulders, “Life happened. As time went on we experienced new trials like debt and lust. Our love fell apart as we changed directions. It happens.” Edna smiled softly, “What you need to understand, and in time you will, is that everyone gives and receives love at some point in their life. The question is: with whom and for how long?”
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