Jesse couldn't believe it. Winnie, his Winifred, was dead. Gone. She had
moved on and married anew. No words could express the pain he was feeling.
He knelt down in front of her grave.
"Oh, Winnie." He sobbed, "Why didn't you wait?"
"Who's there?" came a strong voice from behind, "What are you doing?"
It was an old man. His hair was a glistening silver and he stood up straight for his age. A wooden cane was clutched in his hand, but the glint in the man's eyes said that it pained him to be confined to the handicap. He wore khakis and a brown sweater. He seemed to be strangely familiar.
"What are you doing to my wife's grave?"
Jesse stood up slowly and turned to look at the man who had won. The man who truly deserved her.
"I'm sorry if I cause you distress Sir. I just came to visit my friend's grave."
The man looked at him and gave him a warm smiled.
"It's no problem, young man."
An awkward moment had passed before the man said, "Your brother stopped by earlier. He wanted me to give you something."
"Miles?" Jesse asked astonished. No one had heard from him for years. Over 80 years at least.
"Come back to the house and I'll give it to you, but he made sure to make me stress for you not to read it until you are with the rest of your family, excluding him, of course."
"Of course."
Jesse fallowed Mr. Jackson not asking any questions for clearly this had all been planned out and Jesse wanted to find out as soon as he could. Asking questions would only slow things.
A/N: Obviously I am not going to end the story here, but this is the second to last chapter of my fic. As for a sequel, I'm not sure I'll write one. If you want me to than tell me, for it's you all that I'll write it for. Until then!
"Oh, Winnie." He sobbed, "Why didn't you wait?"
"Who's there?" came a strong voice from behind, "What are you doing?"
It was an old man. His hair was a glistening silver and he stood up straight for his age. A wooden cane was clutched in his hand, but the glint in the man's eyes said that it pained him to be confined to the handicap. He wore khakis and a brown sweater. He seemed to be strangely familiar.
"What are you doing to my wife's grave?"
Jesse stood up slowly and turned to look at the man who had won. The man who truly deserved her.
"I'm sorry if I cause you distress Sir. I just came to visit my friend's grave."
The man looked at him and gave him a warm smiled.
"It's no problem, young man."
An awkward moment had passed before the man said, "Your brother stopped by earlier. He wanted me to give you something."
"Miles?" Jesse asked astonished. No one had heard from him for years. Over 80 years at least.
"Come back to the house and I'll give it to you, but he made sure to make me stress for you not to read it until you are with the rest of your family, excluding him, of course."
"Of course."
Jesse fallowed Mr. Jackson not asking any questions for clearly this had all been planned out and Jesse wanted to find out as soon as he could. Asking questions would only slow things.
A/N: Obviously I am not going to end the story here, but this is the second to last chapter of my fic. As for a sequel, I'm not sure I'll write one. If you want me to than tell me, for it's you all that I'll write it for. Until then!
