The World Kept Turning
This chapter and the next two travel back to Endgame and just before. It will make sense in the end I hope…Thanks for bearing with me time is escaping me and real life taking over.
Note; Again character thought in italics.
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Chapter 2
Bad thought there Goren it all started when she died….
The memories came flooding back to the days preceding his Mothers death, and how he'd come to realise sometimes the line could be crossed, and the World would keep turning.
Golden boy Frank had visited their Mom and then phone call had from Frances…
"Ma, she's not my girlfriend"
Just then he hated his brother.
"Umm My brother has been talking you up to my Mom. She thinks you're my girlfriend and she em she wants to meet you."
And Eames had agreed.
They'd arrived at Carmel Ridge and on the journey he'd tried to decide what to say about his Mom, but even if he had 100 years he couldn't explain his Mom to Eames so he didn't even try. She'd been his partner long enough to hopefully understand their turbulent Mother - Son relationship…hell if anyone understood, it was Eames.
So they'd made their way to her room, his Mom had been lucid and alert, within 5 minutes Frances Goren had flapped her hands to dismiss him
"Out Bobby, out this is girl talk….."
His eyes had flown to his partners seeking to offer reassurance that he wouldn't leave her but what he found there was…was what….he glanced at his Mother; she had few visitors apart from him. But leaving her with Eames his brain was turning...No way. He looked to reassure her.
Bad idea, nope. Don't worry Eames I'm staying put…the idea of it.
Then she'd spoken, with amusement in her voice.
"Bobby…did you not hear your Mother ….Shoo...Girl talk"
What the hell what was she doing
Coming towards him her hands flicking toward him, he found himself walking backwards as she advanced, shooing at him like a moth.
Somehow she'd reached round him, opened the door then he was in the corridor and the door was closing in his face, his last glimpse before he was banished was of Eames smiling.
Eames what the hell….His brain tried to assimilate the information and he failed miserably.
In the corridor he tried to regroup his thoughts when he froze. Laughter ...women's laughter…a sound he hadn't heard from either of them in a long time.
Maybe this could work; he wouldn't go far, maybe it would be alright.
They were inside he was outside.
Bad idea
Okay he was just outside…what could happen.
Shit what could happen…You idiot. Goren what made you think this was a good idea in the first place.
He placed his head gently against the wall and considered moving his neck back and forth to hit his stupid head against the wall.
A mental note to self; Mother meets Partner. BAD IDEA!
He looked at the closed door again so simple to open it.
So simple, yet oh so scary!
His ears listening for the slightest sound of trouble…
A voice someone's speaking to him, he focused a nurse stood to his left.
"They sound happy" her head nodded towards the closed door.
Sylvia the nurses' name was Sylvia
…his mind struggled to work his mouth. "Yeah, yeah they do don't they"
Slowly releasing a breath he did not know he was holding as he spoke.
Maybe it could work
His hand went to the back of his neck,
What does it feel like to have a heart attack?
Sylvia reached out a hand touching his arm, to reassure him. They all liked Detective Goren; he was a regular visitor to his Mom. He was quiet for a big man and understood his Mothers condition more than many of the Doctors who treated her.
Then his real torture began in earnest, he set his watch for 30 minutes, and his feet started moving him up and down outside her room.
Stay calm.
Glancing over he saw the nurses at the station were both amused and sympathetic to his dilemma. He looked back towards the nurses…
Man here possibly going to have a heart attack.
His hands, feet and brain were working overtime as he tried to relax enough to be able to breathe. A lifetime later, or was that simply 30 minutes, he was tapping softly on the door his torment at an end.
"Come in,"
That was his mothers' voice and it was happy; it had gone well, on entering the room his Mom smiled at him, holding her hands out toward him. Crossing the room in two strides he took her hands in his.
Eames was at the window......giving them a little space, but totally relaxed.
His heart beat slowed, his brain kicked into gear.
..Good…Good…this had gone good so far. Let's get out now.
That evening when he returned alone the nurses told him his Mom had bragged about her sons' girlfriend telling them she had class….he smiled at the memory ….. "Class" meant a lot to Frances Goren.
As they'd left his Mom had winked at his partner, who'd just smiled and nodded her agreement to secrecy.
Eames never told him what they'd spoken of that afternoon, and he never asked.
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