Titanic - You Are Safe In My Heart

Molly Brown

Rose POV:

"This one?" I stared intently at the painting my maid, Trudy was holding and shook my head no. She was assisting me to find my landscape painting. "No, it had a lot of faces on it. This is the one!" I picked it up and smiled at it. Trudy asked me if I would be requesting her to take them all out. I nodded my head. "Yes, we need a little colour in this room." I stated, taking in my gloomy, bland surroundings.

Cal walked in and looked disgusted at the sight of my beautiful paintings. "Not those finger paintings again. They certainly were a waste of money," he complained. I disagreed with him, I found beauty in my paintings. "The difference between Cal's taste in art and mine is that I have some. They're extraordinary. Like being inside a dream or something. There's truth but no logic" I said, staring intently into the painting. It really was beautiful. Trudy asked me for the artist's name. I squinted hard trying to jog my memory. "Something Picasso " I responded, staring at another landscape as Cal snorted in a rude manner. "Something Picasso. He won't amount to a thing. He won't. At least they were cheap" With that he left the room, leaving me to my paintings.

At Cherbourg, a woman came aboard named Margaret Brown who we all called Molly. History would go on to call her the unsinkable Molly Brown. Her husband had struck gold someplace out west and mother would refer to her as 'new money'. I hated terms like that and found them highly disrespectful. I could never understand why people like mother and Cal could afford everything but a few decent manners.