Trying to Let Go of the Past

Chapter Four

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When I got up that morning, I knew the first thing I was going to do. I was going to go see mom. I got dressed in a simple high wasted red skirt and white v-neck shirt with black flats. I left my hair in it's natural waves, told dad where I was going and walked out the door. I texted Carter I was on my way to pick him up and got into my red Mercedes. When I picked him up he had a big smile on his face. “Hey babe, will you pop the trunk?” I did so without questioning it. He ran back into the house and grabbed a box and his father came out behind him with something in his hand. I got out of the car. “Stay there.” Carter said as he took something from his father.

Once he shut the trunk of my car he gave me a hug. “What did you put in there?” I asked him. He slung his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him. “Don't worry about it. You'll see later.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek. It felt weird to be so close with him in front of his dad, who was just standing there watching. He was just staring at me, so I nodded over to his dad. He cleared his throat. “This is my dad, Carl. Um, dad this is my girlfriend, um, Karen.” He awkwardly gestured between us. I shook his hand with a “Nice to meet you.” This is so weird. “ You ready to go?” He nodded. “I'll see you later tonight dad.” He came over to me and patted me on the back. “It was so good to meet you. He hasn't really told me about most of his girlfriends in the past. You're one of the lucky ones. ”

He walked over to Carter as I walked over to the drivers side and sat in the car. “You take care of her.” He protested. “Dad, stop.” But he just kept going. “She's a good girl. I don't want you to hurt her. Might do some good for you.” He sighed. “Dad, I've got to go.” He patted his back and left. Carter climbed in the car and put his seat belt on. “Well, that's my overbearing father. Playing the role of both mother and father for me. I'm sure you heard everything he said?” I nodded, starting the car engine. “ You better take care of me, you hear? I'm a good girl.” I laughed and sped off.

“Now when we get there, we are going to have to go through these steal gates. The grounds keepers kept reporting grave robberies so they put them up and hired guards to be stationed all the way around it. So don't be freaked out by how many guards we'll have to go through.” He turned on the radio on a low volume. The song Hey Jude was playing by The Beatles. “Grave robbing must be getting big in your old town then, huh? Pretty soon they can open their own business.” He chuckled at his own joke. I laughed at him and turned up the radio. We jammed out to The Beatles, Coldplay and Maroon 5 the whole way there. We both sang as badly and as loudly as we could the whole way there, just to make one another laugh. We went through the black gates and stopped at this other gate. This old man with a small beard came out. “Hey Marty.” He smiled his toothy grin. He had teeth in some parts of his mouth but not in others. “Here to see your mom?” I nodded. “Go right ahead.” As I drove off to find a parking space I heard him say into the Walkie-Talkie, “there is a young woman and man coming your way in a red Mercedes.”

When I parked, Carter asked me to pop the trunk and he got the box out. I closed the trunk back up and asked, “Can I see what it is?” He sat it on my car and opened the top of it up. In it were some beautiful roses in a wide vase, so they all could fit. “I thought it would be rude not to bring flowers to the lovely lady that gave birth to you.” I hugged him. “Thank you.” he closed the box back up and took the box in one arm, my hand in his hand. We walked off together to the third row, eighth headstone. I sat down on the ground, him doing the same. “Wow.” He took the vase of roses out of the box and put them beside her headstone. “What?” I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his torso. “It's just, this morning I met your dad today, and now your meeting mom. You already met my dad. All this happening in one day.”