To an observer, it all happened so fast.
A door slammed open.
Gasps and shouts of surprise.
"Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me!"
Two pairs of legs trying to escape sheets, only tangling more.
Clothes being thrown into a bag.
"Please." "Just listen." "It's not what it looks like."
"Bullshit."
A ring tossed in his face.
A door slammed closed.
To an observer, it all happened so fast, but as Jacqueline Kennedy stared out the window of the car, the scene replayed in her head in agonizing detail.
"Missus Kennedy... do ya have a destination?" Mr. Taylor, the chauffeur, spoke timidly from the driver's seat. "Understand, miss, I'm more than willin' tah keep drivin' ya 'round - it's good for the head, I know - but ya see that storm comin' and... well, I mean, I just think we'd be best off indoors - 'specially you, ya know..."
Jackie was miles away from the old man's conversation.
Thunder rumbled in the distance as she watched a raindrop trickle down the window, collecting others and gaining momentum, before coming to rest in a pool where the window met the door.
"...and Mister Kennedy won't like me much if I hit one ah these puddles and send his car and his wife flyin' through the- HEY!"
The car swerved as Mr. Taylor glanced to the backseat to see Jackie rolling down the window.
"Now what're ya doin' that for?"
The wind picked up and rain flew into the car. Jackie closed her eyes and turned her face like a sunflower towards the sun and let the drops rest on her face. She ungloved a hand and reached it out, turning it over to collect the drops in her palm.
Mr. Taylor watched all of this with concern and confusion through the rearview mirror, and remained silent.
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The Brother
Romance"Look at me. Please, god, look at me. I'm not him, Jackie. I'll never be as good as him. Our dad will always like him best. Everyone will always like him best. I'll never be as charismatic and charming and successful as him, but... god... I'll never...
