Lauren
Twelve
Lauren and I married. Last May. At Roger's lake front property.
Okay, I'll back up; In mid-February Lauren came home to announce Roger Essex had been seen in the building! No, she didn't. Well as far as she knew she didn't see him.
No, my talk didn't turn him around, but I understand his son flew in from California and read his dad the riot act. Apparently it took two days, but Roger finally heard what was being said to him.
Sometimes being friendly with the house keeper can be handy. No, I wasn't snooping. I ran into her at the grocery and she just told me all about it. She must have been holding it in for a couple weeks because it came out in a torrent and Sonia Loren never talks about what she sees or hears in the house.
I visited him at his office the next time I met with Natasha Kelly. God he looked so much more relaxed. He'd put a few pounds back on and greeted me with a smile. He even apologized for the last time at his house.
"Roger, you and Bill are the closest thing to family that I have now. To see you hurting, and knowing nothing I could say or do would ease that ... It brought back everything I went through at the funeral."
He started to interject but I held up my hand. "But I knew you had a layer of guilt that I didn't. And that only you could rise above it. I don't mean forgetting, just being able to function in a normal fashion again. I understand Jer came in from California to talk to you, did that help?"
"You know Jeremy, he's about as bull headed as anyone I've ever known. He came through that front door and announced we had to talk. Well mostly it was him the first day. He pretty much told me what you and everyone else has; that the plane accident was just that, an accident. My being on the plane or not couldn't have made a difference, except I'd be dead too. Then he said "Then not only would I not have a mother and a sister I wouldn't have a dad either. I'd be a fucking orphan. I don't want to be an orphan, but if you keep hiding in this house, you will give up and die here. Then where will I be?"
Roger turned and looked out his office window, probably at nothing since there's just another building out there.
"I thought a lot about what Jeremy said, and you, and Bill, and everyone else and realized I was hiding from my friends, my family, my business. But even more - myself.
So we talked all the next day. Jeremy let me just spew out everything I had been holding in these last years. I'm not ashamed to say I broke down and cried. And felt better afterward. So I dried my eyes, asked Mrs. Loren for a meal like I hadn't had in a long time. She makes a lasagne that is out of this world. Jeremy and I gorged on it."
"It makes sense that he would be the one to get you to open up. He's family."
"No, see, I realized Bill, and your dad, is like my brother. You are my nephew. Hell, you called me 'Uncle Roger' until you were about sixteen or so."
"I still do in my head."
"That's what I mean, I was rejecting the very people closest to me.
I've heard of survivors doing that because they fear losing others and push them away to avoid greater pain somewhere in the future."
"But then you have the pain in the now. And that's what I was doing, Going through the pain of losing everyone in the now. And Jeremy made me realize what i was doing and how my actions were impacting everyone."
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So back to Lauren. In March I proposed to her. She laughed and asked what took so long.
"Well I didn't think I should have asked the day we met."
We were having coffee at "our" table in the little shop where we had first met. Funny, when ever one of us had something to discuss it was always suggested over coffee, and always at the one table.
That day she had beaten me there even though it had been my suggestion. The barista delivered just as I sat. "Recognize her?"
"No, not really."
"Well you should, maybe if you watched her walking away ..."
"You're just messing with me now."
"Her name is Jacylyn and she's a Junior in high school."
"Okayyy."
"That was the the butt and legs you were admiring when you rammed into my car."
"It was hardly a ram, more like a love tap. And how do you know it was her?"
"I've been coming here regularly when I need a quiet place to think, or just want a coffee while I read a book. Jayclyn and I have become acquainted. I thought she looked familiar and she said she had been walking out there. And she did admit to the tight shorts. You should know the ass you admired was fifteen years old. Jail Bait. I saved you Buster."
"Ahh, but I had only looked, never touched."
"Lucky for you. So we've been talking and she's interested in what I do, Para-legal, so she's looking for classes that would help her. She can't afford college, and doesn't have the grades for scholarships."
"What about grants and loans?"