Writers Note
This is the ninth chapter in my story about Katie. This covers events that happened from 1999 until 2001. You would think after all this time had passed, that there wouldn't be much to tell but the story is far from over. This chapter doesn't have as much sex in it as some of the earlier ones did, but as I said in the preface to the first chapter, this is a story first about love. These years were times of both joy and sorrow.
T
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1999 was a crazy year. A lot of computers had old software that wasn't going to work after the year 2000 rolled around and there was plenty of work to be had. Too much at times. There were a lot of days that I dreaded hearing the phone ring because I was really getting stressed out. Sixty hour work weeks were pretty common and there were more than a couple that went longer than that. The money was great but so was the pressure and it got worse as the year went by.
November 3rd was a Wednesday that year. I made plans to visit Katie's grave in the morning. In my letter to Elizabeth that I sent to her the middle of October, I told her that I was going to be there around 11:00 AM. That would give me some time there as well as having the afternoon to go out on a call. As it turned out, that week I had gotten involved in a major upgrade at a client site and the computer that they were moving off of was ancient and very slow. Things were taking way too long to get done there, but I was hoping to be close to getting it finished that afternoon.
It was a sunny day but cool with the temperature around fifty-five degrees and I arrived at the cemetery a few minutes before 11:00 AM. I took the pink rose out of the truck and walked over to Katie's grave, but the vase that Elizabeth had always left for me there wasn't there. I stood there for a few minutes and wondered if something had happened to her.
Then I heard a woman's voice behind me say, "I'm sorry I'm late."
I turned around and there stood Elizabeth. I hadn't seen her since the last night that we had spent together seventeen years ago. She was seventy years old by then, but time had been gentle with her. Her hair was still brown with just a few gray hairs and her smile was just a sweet as it had ever been.
"After all these years Elizabeth," I said, "You are still so beautiful."
Elizabeth laughed and replied, "And after all these years Tony, you are still such a gentleman and still such a liar," then she moved up close, placed her hands on my cheeks and gave me a soft kiss.
I placed my arms around her waist and said, "It has been too long since anyone kissed me like that. I am surprised that you decided to come today."
She said, "I decided that it was time."
"I'm glad that you did," I answered.
She smiled, moved back from me a little and over her arm she had a small canvas tote bag along with her purse. She reached inside, pulled out the vase, and a small bottle of water.
"You will be needing these," she said. I took them from her, placed the vase on the base of Katie's tombstone, and poured the water in. I placed the rose inside the vase and as I moved back Elizabeth said, "I'll go sit on the bench while you have your time with her."
"No, please stay," I asked.
"Okay," she said. I placed my arm around her back across her waist and she did the same with hers across mine. We stood there quietly for a while, then Elizabeth said in a voice that was close to whisper, "Katie never comes here, at least never with me."
I answered, "She never has never been here with me either. I don't know why and she has never told me."
We stood there for a little while longer and Elizabeth said, "Let's go sit down for a little."
I replied, "That would be very nice."
We walked over and sat down on a bench that was along side of the path that went around the cemetery. We talked and talked. It had been such a long time and despite the monthly letters, there was still much to be said and it was so nice just to hear her voice again.
Elizabeth said at one point, "If I keep talking like this, I'll have nothing to write you about this month."
I replied, "I'm sure you will think of something."
She looked at me and said, "I do have a confession to make. I have been here a few times when you were here, but I just couldn't bring myself to walk over." Elizabeth looked away from me out towards Katie's grave and I saw a look of sadness come over her face. She turned back towards me and softly said, "Tony, there is something I have to tell you. Something that I tried to tell you a long time ago."
"What is it Elizabeth?" I asked.
She drew in a deep breath and answered, "After the accident, they did blood tests on Katie, to see if she was on drugs or had been drinking."
"That is routine," I said, "But I know she wasn't."
She went on, "Yes, they didn't find any." She paused again and with another deep breath said, "Tony, Katie was pregnant."
I looked at her and said, "What?"
I could see the tears starting to form in her eyes as she replied, "They said that she was about six weeks along. I am so sorry. There have been so many times I wanted to tell you this. I wrote you a note about it a long time ago that has been in and out of just about every letter I sent to you, but I decided that I had to tell you about in person. Jean and I talked about this after the funeral and we both felt that because of how badly you were hurting that it would be best to wait. And please don't be angry with Jean for not telling you, I told her that I would be the one."
I sat there in shock as my mind raced back to that year and I said, "I never remember her missing her period."
Elizabeth didn't say anything. She just sat there quietly and the tears flowed gently down her face.
My mind was reeling. I could not believe what she had just told me. I sat there and as my own tears started to form I realized just how truly horrible that last week had been for Katie. I always had a deep respect for the bravery that she had shown during that last week, especially which I was around, but this was just beyond belief. Not only knowing that she was going to die but that she was pregnant with my child? I sat there and cried for a long time. It was just like that Wednesday evening eighteen years ago when I was slumped on the floor at Katie's house crying after finding out that she had been killed. Elizabeth reached over and took my hand in hers. I started shaking from the pain of the emotions that I long thought were under control but still were lurking within the depths of my heart and my very soul.
I finally managed to get the crying under control, but my eyes were still blurry from the flood of tears. Elizabeth pulled a tissue from her purse, handed it to me and I wiped my eyes and my face.
Elizabeth said, "I am so sorry Tony."
"No," I replied, "I am sorry that you had to carry that around with you all of these years. But thank you for telling me."