Ever since the night that Jeanne got so sad when Eliza talked about her father, Eliza had been inspired to look into her father’s old things that she had been given by her mom. She had been a soft mahogany case with things that he had written about her when she was little, among other things. She had seen most of it before, but today she wanted to pore through them, because she missed her dad and the box was filled with love.
There were pictures of her Mom and Dad when they were courting, and then with her as well as a bunch of personal affects of his that she had never seen before. For example, within a platinum envelope that looked like it should contain an Academy Award or something of that stature, was a picture of her father with a woman she had never seen before. There were precious few, but they were the reason why a picture says a thousand words. It was clear her father had been in love with this woman, and she with him. Eliza looked for a date on them, but there was none. She surmised they must have been older, or as old as the ones from his and her mother’s courtship.
And then there was a picture of a baby. There were spare pictures of the baby—the evolution of the baby really.
Eliza left the box where it was and moved onto her fire escape, where she spread out the pictures of the baby growing into a young woman like tarot cards. There was no question who this girl was, in pictures that her father left in this box for her to see and on top of it all her mother knew about it. Eliza sat on the fire escape feeling like a twisted Holly Golightly.
She looked up at the sky, as if it could answer her questions. She fiddled with the bars of the fire escape, and looked at her feet on its grid.
The clouds.
She walked back into the apartment, and let her hands run over the mirror of the bathroom cabinet before she slid the mirrored door open to get her pain killers. She filled a Dixie cup with lukewarm water, and opened the bottle. When she swallowed the pills, she went to her bedroom, and lie on her bed. Behind her closed eyes, she wondered just when did Jeanne plan on telling her what she had to tell her?
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Oh yes, I definitely wonder too when Jeanne will tell it…
Rebel xox
i am just afraid now that it will not be as simple a story as this progresses!😳