Maria, Maria


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'Maria Ezmeralda St. Charles died peacefully after a long illness,

Wednesday, January 5th surrounded by close friends and family.

Maria was the youngest daughter of Dr. Bernard

and Mrs. Esperanza Morales-St. Charles, and was born and

raised here in Little Rock.

After graduating from Wilber D Mills High School ,

Maria moved to attend New York University,

where she majored in Psychology and Sociology.

She was survived by her family, both parents and her two older

sisters and by her nieces and nephews; Mrs. Angelique St. Charles-Roster,

her husband Dr. Michael Roster and their three children, Alexander,

Michelle, and Danielle; Ms. Dana St. Charles and her fiancé Aaron McCallister.

Memorial services will be held Sunday January 9th at 5 pm until 9pm at

Little Rock Funeral Home. Funeral services will be held at 9 am at First Lutheran.'

She re-read the article a million times. Each time she tried to see if there was a little more information in the old article, but every time it was just the same. What was she trying to find? The vague obituary said nothing but what her family had wanted released. Laying the xeroxed copy down on her table, she rested her chin on her hand and stared out to the city below her apartment window. Closing her eyes she thought about him, them together and smiled. She was so in love with him and had been since that day when she had ran into him at that little cafe 5 years ago. Sighing she turned her attention back to the piece of paper that was on top of the manila folder filled with more information that could clue her in on Maria, but she had to find the courage to open and read. Why was that? She knew why, deep down. She wanted 'him' to tell her, but he refused every time she inquired about the infamous and equally mysterious Maria. What little she did know was from their friends who had known during the 'Maria War', as Emmett dubbed the time period, but even their information was limited. He had barely had anything to do with them, and when everything with Maria ended he would never speak of what went on during those years, yes years, he spent away from them while with Maria.

Thinking 'her' name constantly made her feel a flair of jealousy rear up inside her. The girl who still, from the grave, held onto the one and only Jasper Witlock who held her heart for over 5 years, but never returned the favor...entirely. Sure he doted on her and treated her like a true southern gentlemen would, but there was always that slight withdrawn when it came to sharing everything of the past. Jasper always rather talk about the now, or ancient history. The only time he talked about his history was his child-hood up to his time to college, when 'Maria War' began. He'd skip those years and move on to the time leading up to meeting her. But that was all, even after 5 years of being together.

Sighing again, Alice ran her fingers through her hair in frustration while staring at the folder. "No," she declared pushing the folder away from her, "if he won't tell me then I guess I won't know." With that she stood up and gathered the xerox copy of Maria's obituary and the folder, only to pick up the wrong end and have all the information from the folder spill out onto her tiny wooden table. "Shit," she cursed herself as she started to re-stack the papers, making a point to not scan the words or pictures on the pages. She was almost done when her door opened. Looking up she was greeted with Jasper still dressed in his work clothes, staring at her and the items in her hands.

"Alice?" His normally soft and warm eyes, to her anyways, turned clouded and unclear. "What are you doing with all that?" Shit, again.


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