Jesse kissed me! I couldn't believe it... I mean, wow. Anyway, he
broke the kiss and walked to a bench. He sat down, pulling me onto his
lap. He pulled me closer and kissed me again, this time deeper than the
one just before.
As I was getting comfortable, a little girl popped up. Not next to me, oh no. She was right in front of me, namely on Jesse's lap. So Jesse had me, and this little girl on his lap. But do ghosts have weight? Yes, I guess for me they do because I could feel the weight of the little girl on my lap. For Jesse, I have no idea.
This little girl threw her arms around Jesse, who was trying to kiss me. So I broke the kiss, staring at this little girl. Jesse had a bewildered look on his face. I mean the girl just popped up as we were kissing.
"Oh, Daddy!" cried the little girl weeping in Jesse's arms. "Daddy, can you see?" Jesse tilted his head, and had a puzzled look on his face. "Daddy, I've not been able to be seen by people in so long! What's wrong with me, Daddy?" This girl must have been five or so.
"Daddy?" I echoed the little girl. I looked at Jesse. He was staring at the girl.
"Nombre de Dios, Susannah, she," he motioned to the girl, "looks just like Maria!"
"Daddy, don't you remember me? I'm not Maria, nor Sus... Susannah." She fumbled on my name. "Oh, Daddy, I'm just Anamaria! Can't you remember me? Where's Mommy?" The little girl, Anamaria began to cry. I shot a look at Jesse, was the girl his child?
"Who's your mother Anamaria?" Jesse wasn't even saying that this wasn't his daughter. Wouldn't he of assured me by now that he had no daughter? His hands played with a lock of hair that had fallen in her eyes. It was curly.
"Mommy," the child whispered. "Mommy." The little girl whimpered. "Daddy called mommy Maria, I was told I was named after her. Mommy says that her 'would be' husband was Jesse. She told me to find you." Had Jesse and Maria... ew. I couldn't even think about that. And they never got married, so did Maria get pregnant before the wedding? Then did Maria have a child and was embarrassed about having the child before the wedding and had had both of them killed?
"Jesse?" I asked. "What is going on?" He didn't answer me. It was true the girl looked just like Maria. My heart stopped cold. Jesse stared out at the ocean. I picked the girl up; Jesse didn't even look at me.
I stood up, and a tear slid down my cheek. Everything had been perfect. Why didn't he say anything? If it wasn't his child, wouldn't he of said so?
"Jesse," I whispered, "is she your child?" I set Anamaria down on the bench, where she crawled over to Jesse and wrapped her arms around his neck. Jesse said nothing a faraway look in his eyes. "Say something!" By now I was bawling, he would have told me if Anamaria wasn't his child! I looked at him once more, before turning and running.
Jesse suddenly looked up after I ran, yelling, "Susannah! Susannah? Come back!" He started to shimmer, and then remembered the girl. He sighed and picked the child up. She was too young to realize that she could disappear. Jesse, then, dematerialized, taking the child with him.
I went the only place I knew where to go, Father Dominic's office. It's not like I was going to tell him that Jesse was kissing me, and that he had a child. I was just going to talk to him about other things, like what I don't know but still.
While I was running to Father Dom's office, tears still streaming down my face, mind you, I ran into someone. It was Paul. His suspension must have been up. It was only a week after the party and Paul was still healing. I thought that he would leave me alone now, but I was wrong. His nose was still in a cast, well more like a huge piece of toilet paper was taped to his nose. I laughed at him. He shot me a smile, undisturbed by my laughter. I was so angry with Jesse, for he didn't tell me if it was his child or not, I mean he would of if it wasn't his, wouldn't he... oh never mind.
Anyway, I was angry with Jesse and I hade been crying, but the site of Paul with a huge piece of toilet paper on his nose was so funny I had to laugh.
"Well, Suze, surprised to see me back here?" That shut me up real fast.
As I was getting comfortable, a little girl popped up. Not next to me, oh no. She was right in front of me, namely on Jesse's lap. So Jesse had me, and this little girl on his lap. But do ghosts have weight? Yes, I guess for me they do because I could feel the weight of the little girl on my lap. For Jesse, I have no idea.
This little girl threw her arms around Jesse, who was trying to kiss me. So I broke the kiss, staring at this little girl. Jesse had a bewildered look on his face. I mean the girl just popped up as we were kissing.
"Oh, Daddy!" cried the little girl weeping in Jesse's arms. "Daddy, can you see?" Jesse tilted his head, and had a puzzled look on his face. "Daddy, I've not been able to be seen by people in so long! What's wrong with me, Daddy?" This girl must have been five or so.
"Daddy?" I echoed the little girl. I looked at Jesse. He was staring at the girl.
"Nombre de Dios, Susannah, she," he motioned to the girl, "looks just like Maria!"
"Daddy, don't you remember me? I'm not Maria, nor Sus... Susannah." She fumbled on my name. "Oh, Daddy, I'm just Anamaria! Can't you remember me? Where's Mommy?" The little girl, Anamaria began to cry. I shot a look at Jesse, was the girl his child?
"Who's your mother Anamaria?" Jesse wasn't even saying that this wasn't his daughter. Wouldn't he of assured me by now that he had no daughter? His hands played with a lock of hair that had fallen in her eyes. It was curly.
"Mommy," the child whispered. "Mommy." The little girl whimpered. "Daddy called mommy Maria, I was told I was named after her. Mommy says that her 'would be' husband was Jesse. She told me to find you." Had Jesse and Maria... ew. I couldn't even think about that. And they never got married, so did Maria get pregnant before the wedding? Then did Maria have a child and was embarrassed about having the child before the wedding and had had both of them killed?
"Jesse?" I asked. "What is going on?" He didn't answer me. It was true the girl looked just like Maria. My heart stopped cold. Jesse stared out at the ocean. I picked the girl up; Jesse didn't even look at me.
I stood up, and a tear slid down my cheek. Everything had been perfect. Why didn't he say anything? If it wasn't his child, wouldn't he of said so?
"Jesse," I whispered, "is she your child?" I set Anamaria down on the bench, where she crawled over to Jesse and wrapped her arms around his neck. Jesse said nothing a faraway look in his eyes. "Say something!" By now I was bawling, he would have told me if Anamaria wasn't his child! I looked at him once more, before turning and running.
Jesse suddenly looked up after I ran, yelling, "Susannah! Susannah? Come back!" He started to shimmer, and then remembered the girl. He sighed and picked the child up. She was too young to realize that she could disappear. Jesse, then, dematerialized, taking the child with him.
I went the only place I knew where to go, Father Dominic's office. It's not like I was going to tell him that Jesse was kissing me, and that he had a child. I was just going to talk to him about other things, like what I don't know but still.
While I was running to Father Dom's office, tears still streaming down my face, mind you, I ran into someone. It was Paul. His suspension must have been up. It was only a week after the party and Paul was still healing. I thought that he would leave me alone now, but I was wrong. His nose was still in a cast, well more like a huge piece of toilet paper was taped to his nose. I laughed at him. He shot me a smile, undisturbed by my laughter. I was so angry with Jesse, for he didn't tell me if it was his child or not, I mean he would of if it wasn't his, wouldn't he... oh never mind.
Anyway, I was angry with Jesse and I hade been crying, but the site of Paul with a huge piece of toilet paper on his nose was so funny I had to laugh.
"Well, Suze, surprised to see me back here?" That shut me up real fast.