Author's note: Okay so this is my first fanfic on this site! go me whooot! This is a fanfic for the movie "The Man who Cried". I made it because my friend kept bothering me about how the ending was sad. So, I tried to make this as historically correct as I could, but I had to make John Ford fat so that's not really correct. But yes John Ford and John Wayne really existed! ENJOY! and please be nice, meanies will make me not write anymore, and allytcbk will hurt you for it.
Chapter 1
Susie stepped out of the hospital. Tears had just stopped streaming down her face as she walked across the street where Lola was.
Lola had already found a man to chat with. He looked like the men Lola was with in France: Rich, old, inescapably huge, and more than willing to take two young, beautiful girls into his home "free" of charge.
"Ah, Susie, I would like you to meet my new friend, John Ford. He has generously offered to take us in! Isn't that wonderful?" Lola smiled the same way she did the night Susie had met Cesar..
I will not think of him, Susie told herself, He will be fine back in France. That is all I need to think about.
She had told herself this every single night she was on the boat to America. She tried to convince herself that she did not leave him to be massacred since the last night they were together. She knew if she admitted to herself that he was gone, then there would never be a chance to walk the streets with a sound mind.
She looked at the dirty old man and smiled meekly. The smile seemed to turn on the sexually deprived male in front of her, and she knew she would be slightly uncomfortable sleeping in the same vacinity as him for a long time.
Her father's new family had offered her a place to stay, but she could tell it was purely to be polite. Quite frankly she couldn't blame them. If she had suddenly met her husband's long-lost daughter after that many years of being together…
The thought of her having a husband made her throat tighten.
Lola was staring at her oddly, and she realized she hadn't started to follow them down the road. She began to quicken her pace to catch up with them.
After about five minutes of listening to Mr. Ford and Lola flirt with each other, they came across a house that reminded her very much of its owner. It was the biggest house she had ever seen.
"Here we are, lovelies," Ford said, glancing back at Susie. "I would like to welcomeyou to my wonderful home"
Susie could practically see the money signs in Lola's eyes.
The trio walked through beautiful gardens with ponds and fountains everywhere beforethey got to a colossal three-story door.
Before any of them got close enough to attempt to open it, a very old man Susie guessed to be one of Ford's servants opened the door from inside. Ford paid no attention to the man holding open the door, so Susie tried to do the same.
She looked around the enormous house, and was amazed by the site of it. They were in a gigantic room, with tiled floors that looked like they were made of Gold. The walls were a creamy white color, with beautiful paintings she couldn't recognize the names of. There were four doors around the room: two on the left side, and two on the right. She looked up, and almost gasped at the height of the ceilings, which were at least four stories up. The only things in the middle of a room were a large replica of the Statue of David, and an extremely Large Black Grande Piano. There was an enormous Floral Decoration on top of it.
She looked ahead and saw a half-spiral golden double staircase, with White carpeting. Itreminded her of "Gone with the Wind", a movie she had seen. In between the two staircases was a large room, which she imagined was there for very large parties with the Queen or something of that sort.
"Susie, are you coming?" Lola was already half up the massive staircase.
Susie shook herself out of her daze and walked up the staircase with her friend. They walked up the staircase to the alarmingly obtuse hallway on the second story.
A look of confusion crossed Susie's face. She could tell there was more than one story, but she couldn't seem to spot the other massive staircases that were bound to be around to lead her to the other stories.
The flabbergastingly enormous man turned around to say something to the two women, but he was interrupted by a very western looking man.
"Excuse me, Coach, but I really need to speak to you about this film. I don't think being in the sequel of Gone with the Wind is a very good movie for me to play in. Do you think you could suggest me to a different direc-"
"John! It's good to see you! May I introduce you to my new housemates, Lola and Shirley. Ladies, this is one of my favorite actors I work with, John Wayne."
John smiled sheepishly at the two women in front of him. He tipped his hat and looked the two ladies over. One was rather homely in his eyes, too caked with make-up and drenched in hair bleach to make any notice of. The other was very shy looking. She had flowing Dark brown hair that went past her shoulders, and a small body frame. Overall, she was one of the most beautiful girls he had seen in a long time.
Susie couldn't stop staring at him either, but mostly because of the fact he looked like he just walked out of a cactus.
John was about to say something to her but was cut off by his repulsively large friend.
"Well, John, I think you are absolutely right! We must get to work on your new role immediately. Actually, as a matter of fact I have a manuscript of a new western film I've been working on!
"Ladies, I am very sorry but I must leave you! Lola, since you have the most bags, my butler, John Phillips, will escort you to your room. Sandra, I'm sure he will be more than happy to escort you next. I am very sorry for leaving you alone so soon and so close to supper time, but this is very important. See-ya!"
The ancient-looking butler made his way to them at an agonizingly slow pace. "Miss Lola, if you would give me your bags, I will carry them with me to your room. Your room is the best guest bedroom we have. Miss Susie-"
"Sir, You have seem to have a lot on your hands, why don't you just tell me where the room is, and I'll find it for myself?" Susie smiled at the old man.
Phillips grinned gratefully. "Very well miss. Your room is on the fourth floor. Take the right-hand staircase and take a half-right. Count four doors and take a left, take the next right, and it will be the fifth door to your left."
"Thank you very much Sir," Susie said, glad to be able to walk at a halfway normal rate. She watched her friend and the old man crawl their way to the left side of the hall, amazed that the man could carry both bags without falling over.
She began to make her way to the right hall and passed a good number of doors when she remembered she had no idea exactly where the right staircase actually was. She turned right, to find a bathroom and two kitchens. She went back and turned left to find apeculiar looking room with a champagne-glass tub. After numerous attempts at findingthe staircase, she finally decided to walk straight until she hit a wall. Oddly, that washow she found it. She wondered if it would've been quicker to go at the butler's snailpace instead.
She walked up and went through the same ordeal. The Butler had forgotten to mentionthe fact that there were actually two half-rights.
When she finally came to the only room the was unlocked (which she assumed meant itwas the one she was supposed to be in), she threw her suitcase down and sat in the chairthat was placed right next to the door. She figured it was most likely there because of the reason she needed so badly to sit in it.
Her room was the most gorgeous bedroom she had ever seen. The carpet was the samecolor as the walls had been downstairs. The walls were a light beige color with Goldtrim. There was a white vanity dresser on the other side of the room, and a full-sizemirror that was bigger than four of her combined. In between the mirror was a largewindow overlooking Ford's massive backyard, with a couch facing it. There was a king-size four poster bed with White curtains with gold trim around it, and a white down comforter.
Looking at the bed, she got up from the chair and lay down in it, fully intending to notget up for the next twelve hours. She looked up at the ceiling, and, for the first time sinceshe came to America, she thought about all the things that had happened. Seeing herFather for the first time in many years, meeting his new family, meeting a very curious-looking actor named John Wayne, and Cesar.
She fell asleep with the last thing in her mind of Cesar's tear-stained face.