The Appalachian Mountains
                              
                              JFK’s House
                              
                              Jack was lying on the sofa with Marilyn in his arms. “See isn’t it nice living in the middle of the nowhere?” Jack asked playing with her blonde ringlets. 
                              
                              “Eh…it’s okay, rather dull.”
                              
                              Jack sat up. “Fine.”
                              
                              Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Jack got up quickly and answered it. “DADDY!” Caroline and John exclaimed. 
                              
                              “Buttons, Sam.” Jack smiled as he hugged them. “I missed you.”
                              
                              “I missed you too.” Caroline said.
                              
                              “Why don’t you go inside?” His kids nodded and ran inside. Jack looked up at his former wife. “How are you?” Jack asked awkwardly.
                              
                              “Fine.”
                              
                              “Why don’t you come inside and we can talk?”
                              
                              Jackie glared at him. “And why would I want to do that?”
                              
                              “Well I just thought we haven’t really talked in a while….”
                              
                              “Just make sure when I collect the children, John isn’t like you and Caroline isn’t like her.” Jackie exclaimed pointing into his house.
                              
                              “Jackie?” 
                              
                              “Bye!” Jackie said before slamming the car door shut.
                              
                              Jack sighed and went back inside. He found Caroline and John sitting on the sofa opposite Marilyn. “So how are you kids?” Jack asked sitting down in between them.
                              
                              “Fine.” Caroline whispered.
                              
                              “I miss you at home.” John replied.
                              
                              “I know but you can come visit me here.”
                              
                              “Yeah but it’s not the same.”
                              
                              Jack didn’t know what to say. He looked at Marilyn who smiled. “So what kind of clothes do you like Caroline?” 
                              
                              Caroline looked at her. “I’m seven.”
                              
                              She shrugged.
                              
                              “How’s your mother?” Jack asked.
                              
                              “She’s very sad all the time…… she crie….” John said before being nudged by Caroline. “Shut up John.”
                              
                              “Caroline?”
                              
                              “She’s fine Dad.”
                              
                              Jack nodded. “Do you want to go mess about with a ball John?”
                              
                              His son nodded and quickly headed outside. Caroline was left alone with Marilyn. It was relatively silent. 
                              
                              “Listen Caroline I know you don’t like me but….”
                              
                              “No your right I don’t like you.” Caroline snapped. She had a Kennedy temper. Before Marilyn could say anything more Caroline went upstairs. There was a tense atmosphere. 
                              
                                      
                                          
                                  
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Hidden Secrets
FanfictionIt's December 1963, Jackie is living in Georgetown with Caroline and John. Her every move is noted by the press outside her house. Just why was she left with this? In 1962 Marilyn Monroe died and in 1963 John F Kennedy died, or so we thought. Just m...
