The Aftermath

-Closure & Conclusions-

Chapter Ten

‘Closure & Conclusions’

 

I barely opened my eyes hearing someone murdering my doorbell. Whoever they were, I realized was pretty insistent on ruining her morning for it to be this early on a Sunday morning. Then just as my eyes darted down to the nightstand that once held my letters I felt like I’d just been hit by a truck as the memories of last night and the entire day before rushed to me. Without guessing I knew exactly who it was at the door. I marched downstairs apparently Nanny was nowhere to be found her room completely empty. I marched down the stairs with my robe on and opened the front door.

“Good morning, are you okay?” she immediately asked concern the only emotion I could put to both her voice and expression.

“Yeah, I’m fine, considering.” I blandly replied. I opened the door wider allowing her to enter. It was too early in the morning to be as mad ass I was last night but I still had questions for both Nanny and Bree, but Nanny’s I guess would have to wait. Bree immediately asked about what my Aunt told me last night and I told her pretty much everything.

“Go get dressed.” She urged pushing me up the stairs.

“Why? I just want to stay in the house and eat till I can’t anymore.”

“Nope, I have some things to show you. It may not cheer you up but it’s something.” She persuaded.

“Fine, I’ll go I can get ready I’m not a complete wreck.” I felt the pang of hurt as I said the word I probably wouldn’t be able to say again for a long time. To me it was so fresh and so new as if it’d happened yesterday instead of thirteen years ago.

Taking a shower may have not helped but I liked taking showers in the morning it made me feel clean but I somehow felt like I’d had a certain type of grit no amount of soap would be able to get off. I donned some regular jeans and an old t-shirt that was just about one wash away from being thrown out and some my old sneakers I’d hardly worn; it was that kind of day. Once I was all taken care of and ready for whatever Bree threw my way I pushed my thoughts of last night and the unanswered questions I’d wanted to ask my Aunt away for later. The first place Bree pulled up to was Ruby’s.

“Come on, you’d never turn down Ruby and Birdie now would you?”

“Birdie’s back?” I asked a little taken aback.

“Yeah, and she wants to talk to us.” Bree smiled.

“Speaking of talking.” I added. She gave me a knowing nodded and got right out of the car with me trailing behind her.

“Hey you two!” Birdie greeted us as we headed to our regular booth.

We replied greeting her as well Bree with the enthusiasm I clearly lacked. I’m guessing Birdie got the hint and told us she’d be back to have a chat with us in a little bit.

“Okay, shoot.” Bree said nodding her head.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It wasn’t my place, I only knew so much from what my Mom had told me but I didn’t want you to be sad and it never seemed like the right time.”

“Your Mom knew too? Maybe the list of who doesn’t know would be shorter.” I complained sourly. “I feel betrayed; hell lied to my entire life to spare feelings.”

“Look, I’m here when you want to get anything off your chest, if you want to talk about it.”

“How because you would know what it feels like? Your Dad left your Mom he didn’t die. At least you get a postcard here and there; mine are gone as in forever. You’re just too stubborn to pick up the phone and call him because he’s dating someone. Get over yourself, your Mom isn’t holding on so why should you.” I’d said in a rush letting my frustration get the best of me. I’d seen the light in her eyes die at the mention of her Dad. Bree Walker had very few buttons and I’d known her Dad was definitely one of them.