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April 15th , 1913

 

          It’s been a whole year since the worst night of her life.  Rose stood at the trainstation saying good-bye to Molly and her five month old son Robbie.  After talking it over with Molly Rose had decided to head to Chippewa Falls to find information on Jack.  She wanted to know more about the man that had stole her heart and given her a  beautiful son.    But both herself and Molly had decided that it was inappropriate to take her baby with her.  Robbie needed stability and life on the road was as unstable as one could get.  So Molly had agreed to take care of Robbie until Rose returned from her trip.

          “Now Robbie…be good for Auntie Molly.  I’ll be back as soon as possible with some information about your daddy,” Rose hugged her son closely, stroking his  blond curls.  She couldn’t believe she was leaving him behind.  It was one of the hardest things she had to do.  She wanted more than anything to take him with her, but she knew that Molly was right.  It would be a bad idea.

          Robbie only cooed and giggled in reply as Rose handed him back to Molly.  “You do remember all his favorite songs and stories right?”

          “Sure do darlin,” Molly smiled symphetically.  She remembered what it was like being a young mother leaving her baby for the first time.

          “Now he likes being rocked gently, not too hard nor fast…”

          “Rosie I know,” Molly laughed just as the last boarding call sounded.  “We’ll see you when you return.”

          “Ok. Bye Molly and thank you,” Rose hugged her friend.  “Good-bye Robbie,” Releasing them, Rose dashed to the train, unaware of what was waiting for her in Chippewa Falls.

 

          The town of Chippewa Falls was small and quaint.  Everyone knew everyone and a stranger was a curiousity for the small farming town.  The talk of the day was the beautiful, elegant red-head that had just arrived in town two hours ago.  She was now settled in at the local bed and breakfast.  Jack Dawson entered the post office to send a telegram to a friend in New York while the talk of the stranger was going on.  He never really had much interest in gossip…but then again, since Titanic and his loss of Rose, he never been interested in much of anything anyway. 

          “Jack!” Nina, one of his best friends waved.   Nina Spencer was Jack’s best friend since childhood, plus her mother own the bed and breakfast that was the topic of conversation.  She hoped that Jack would be able to rescue her from all the inquiring minds. 

          “Hey Nina.  What’s going on?”

          “New arrival in town,” Nina sighed, exasperated.  “These folk refuse to leave me alone about her.”

          “Well Miss., it’s not every day such a regal creature comes into town,” Mr. Nickerson snorted.  “What a beauty.  Red hair, green eyes, graceful…a real lady I tell ya.  We don’t grow ‘em like that around here.”

          Jack frowned.  The woman sounded similar to Rose.  He cursed himself again.  It’s been a full year since Titanic and he still couldn’t get Rose out of his mind nor heart and he really didn’t want to.  Mr. Nickerson was right when he said that didn’t grow ‘em like that here in Chippewa Falls.  They didn’t.  Sure the girls tried to be regal and sophisticated, but they really weren’t and never would be.

          “Hey,” Nina took a close look at her friend.  “Are you ok?  I know it’s been a year already and you’ve seemed to have gotten worse, despite everything.”  Being Jack’s best friend in the whole world at the moment, Nina knew about Titanic and Rose.  She had practically dragged the story out of her heart-broken friend.  The story had touched and saddened her.  She was happy that Jack had found love, but hated that he lost it so quickly and was now rushing into something he really wasn’t ready for in her humble opinion.  Jack had loved Rose with his whole being and it seemed odd that he made the choice he had made so quickly.

          “I’m perfectly fine.  Why shouldn’t I be?  My life so far is perfect?” Jack forced a smiled, thinking to himself that the only thing not perfect is that he didn’t have Rose and never would again.

          “Jack…the girl…the description is exactly like Rose’s.”

          “Does she have long curly hair?” Jack asked, his eyes taking on a far-away look. 

          “…I don’t know.  She only arrived today.  I haven’t seen her yet,” Nina swallowed.  “But Jack…what if it is Rose?  Huh?  I mean you didn’t actually see a body and you two were separated in the water…”

          “No Nina.  She’s gone.  I checked the lists while I was in the infirmary.  There was no Rose Dewitt Bukater listed.”

          “Maybe she changed her name.  She may have been hiding out from that horrible mother and fiancee of hers,” Nina suggested.

          “Then I would have found her in steerage on the Carpathia,” Jack sighed, getting irritated.  He didn’t like talking about that time in his life.  It brought back too many memories and emotions that didn’t need to surface right now in his life.  “Nina…listen, no more about Rose ok?  She’s gone.  Not a part of my life anymore.  There’s no changing that.  I will always love her, but I have to go on living…for the both of us.  So drop it.”

          “Ok.  Fine.  I was just trying to cheer you up,” Nina shrugged, gathering up her purse.  It was time to head back.  “I’ll talk to you later.”

          “Hey, I didn’t mean to make you mad,” Jack grabbed her arm, feeling bad about his outburst.  His losing Rose wasn’t her fault.  She was just trying to help.

          “I’m not mad.  I just need to get home.  I promised I’d be home by five and it’s twenty ‘til now.  Hey you coming to dinner tonight?”

          “Are you kidding?  I have way too much to do before Saturday,” Jack laughed, his turmoil over Rose for now forgotten. 

          “oh yeah.  I forgot, the blessed event,” Nina rolled her eyes.

          “Hey come on.  You know how much this means to me,” hurt appeared in Jack’s eyes. 

          “Of course I know.  That’s the only reason I’ve decided not to boycott.  I’m hoping that you’ll come back to your senses before Saturday.”

          “Ha ha.  Very funny.  Get out of here before your ma forms a search party,” Jack playfully punched her shoulder. 

          “Ta boys,” Nina waved exiting the post office, leaving Jack to send his telegram.

 

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