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AN: Almost done! Thanks for sticking with me, I should have the last chapter up tomorrow. Hope you like it, tell me either way.
Bad Wisdom: Part 4
There's always a sense of peace when you make a plan. Your future again has a goal to work toward and for a brief time you have purpose.
Nick felt that peace and purpose, he only had to put his plan into action.
AS soon as he got home he called Information for the San Francisco area of California. He knew that was where Sara had worked before and he was hoping that was where the funerals were.
There were three Sunset Cemeteries in that area and Nick called them all. No reservations under Sidel at all.
Oh, well, sometimes the really important things take some time.
So he called back...42 Sunset Cemeteries in the whole of California.
Nick sighed and settled back- this was going to take awhile.
24 calls later--Bingo!
The chances for two funerals under the name Sidel at 2:00 in two days were slim enough for Nick.
He called the local airport and booked a ticket for the next afternoon.
After checking the time Nick headed for bed, the phone calls had taken longer than he had thought and he wanted to get up early the next day to have time to get ready.
He fell asleep easily, his mind full of the hope that everything would work out.
######
Sara woke up slowly the next day and rolled over to squint at the digital clock next to her bed.
5:00 PM!
The realization shocked her body awake, she had meant to get up so much earlier than this so she could get to California and get a relaxing night's sleep. Guess those sleeping pills had worked a little too well.
She jumped out of bed and took a record setting shower.
Feeling a little bit better she called the airport and got a ticket for the 11:30 flight that night.
She started packing and by 6:15 was almost ready. She only had one thing left to do, go shopping for a dress to the funeral. She had practically torn apart her room trying to find something appropriate but had come up empty.
Two hours later she was satisfied with the simple black dress and heels she had found and an hour later she was on her way to the airport.
So much for getting a good nights sleep.
***********
Nick on the other hand had checked into a hotel in the wonderful town of Lodi, CA before Sara was even on her plane.
He spent the day wandering around, settling in and nervously napping trying to get his body used to being awake during the day.
He had decided to wear the suit he had worn to his own grandfather's funeral the year before. So it was will mixed feelings of sadness and respect that he laid out the clothes. He missed his grandfather so much, the old man had been more of a father figure to him than his distant biological parent had been.
He ordered in and got ready for bed. He wondered where Sara was and whether she was all right.
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Sara was amazingly not all right, she was down right depressed. Once the plane had finally landed she had been forced to take a taxi driven by a reincarnated Spanish Inquisitor to her grandparents house which was already occupied by her newly widowed aunt and two cousins all of whom she couldn't stand.
They were coolly reserved towards her- she had always been the black sheep of the family, and every time they moved things around the house to different spots to make room for their stuff Sara wanted to scream.
How dare they change things? This was her grandparent's house, the house that was filled with comforting memories and familiar objects, and they were destroying that.
Sara wearily climbed the stairs before she strangled them.
At least her old room was free. She didn't even take the time to unpack before she collapsed on the bed.
She felt like she could just sleep forever.
**********
The next day dawned bright and early, with blue skies and white clouds. Sara was happy about that at least, this was the kind of perfect day her grandparent's had loved. They would be happy to be remembered and honored on a day like this.
She wiped away the tears that had found their way down her face at the thought.
Oh, how she missed them, in her heart they were her real parents. They had given her the will to live and even laugh at a time when she had thought death was preferable to the desperate existence in which she was trapped.
She waited her turn for the bathroom and took her time to carefully arrange her hair.
She made herself the kind of wholesome breakfast her Grandma had used to make for her and spent the rest of the morning in the garden behind the house, just remembering.
1:00 rolled around quicker than she had thought and a few minutes later she was packed into her aunt's car on her way to say good-bye to the people who had given her life.
#####
Nick had gotten up at his alarm and immediately went for a run, he needed to try to relieve some of the nervousness growing in his stomach.
He took his time showering and shaving before he dressed. He ate a small breakfast at a nearby café and made his way to the cemetery.
He parked behind a long line of cars and walked towards the open doors of the small chapel.
He was amazed at the number of people there.
He glanced around, but didn't see Sara. He found himself moving with everyone else to stand in a line leading to the two coffins at the head of the room.
#######
Sara held herself rigidly, she knew if she allowed herself to relax she'd just cry and she didn't want to break down like that in front of all these people. She was glad to see so many faces, though, her grandparents had been loved by everyone they'd ever met. They'd had a knack for winning over even those determined to hate them.
A series of murmurs from the part of the chapel closest to the doors drew her attention and she moved out of the corner she had been standing in.
Even now her mother caused a stir in this town, her name and wealth still carried something here.
Sara was surprised when she felt the anger rise up inside of her instead of the sense of failure she usually experienced around her mother.
Everyone else in the building faded away as Sara walked to where her mother was standing.
"What are you doing here?"
Her mother gave her a loving smile, the one her daughter only saw when there were other people around watching.
"I'm just paying my respects, dear, and I didn't want you to have to go through this alone," she said pitching her voice so that it carried to the ears of those near them.
Sara seethed.
"Bullshit. You couldn't care a less about me and you hated them. The fact that you are even in the room disgusts me and flaws their memory. Get out!"
Her voice had grown louder and the last words were a shout.
Her mother chuckled nervously, glancing around at the faces of everyone who had turned to find out what was going on.
"Sara, honey," she said patting her arm, still glancing around, "I know you don't mean that. I understand what you're going through. It's just the grief making you say these things."
Sara slapped her hand away, a lifetime of unvented feeling powering her words.
"You could never understand how I feel, it requires a heart to understand how it feels to lose a parent. They were my parents! You are just a pathetic excuse for a human being!"
The slap was unexpected.
"I could have been your mother, you ungrateful little bitch, if you had been a daughter instead of a whore!"
No one said a word as the older woman turned and walked with her head high out of the chapel.
All the emotions that had fueled Sara were fading and suddenly she was aware of every pair of eyes staring at her.
She turned and walked to the coffins, the people around her backing away as she moved.
She stopped in front of the bodies and smiled down at them.
"Well, that went well, huh?" her voice carried in the silence.
"I love you guys- I'll never forget you or what you did for me." She kissed them both lightly on the forehead and closed her eyes.
She didn't even look up when a gentle hand settled on her back and led her to the doors.
AN: Almost done! Thanks for sticking with me, I should have the last chapter up tomorrow. Hope you like it, tell me either way.
Bad Wisdom: Part 4
There's always a sense of peace when you make a plan. Your future again has a goal to work toward and for a brief time you have purpose.
Nick felt that peace and purpose, he only had to put his plan into action.
AS soon as he got home he called Information for the San Francisco area of California. He knew that was where Sara had worked before and he was hoping that was where the funerals were.
There were three Sunset Cemeteries in that area and Nick called them all. No reservations under Sidel at all.
Oh, well, sometimes the really important things take some time.
So he called back...42 Sunset Cemeteries in the whole of California.
Nick sighed and settled back- this was going to take awhile.
24 calls later--Bingo!
The chances for two funerals under the name Sidel at 2:00 in two days were slim enough for Nick.
He called the local airport and booked a ticket for the next afternoon.
After checking the time Nick headed for bed, the phone calls had taken longer than he had thought and he wanted to get up early the next day to have time to get ready.
He fell asleep easily, his mind full of the hope that everything would work out.
######
Sara woke up slowly the next day and rolled over to squint at the digital clock next to her bed.
5:00 PM!
The realization shocked her body awake, she had meant to get up so much earlier than this so she could get to California and get a relaxing night's sleep. Guess those sleeping pills had worked a little too well.
She jumped out of bed and took a record setting shower.
Feeling a little bit better she called the airport and got a ticket for the 11:30 flight that night.
She started packing and by 6:15 was almost ready. She only had one thing left to do, go shopping for a dress to the funeral. She had practically torn apart her room trying to find something appropriate but had come up empty.
Two hours later she was satisfied with the simple black dress and heels she had found and an hour later she was on her way to the airport.
So much for getting a good nights sleep.
***********
Nick on the other hand had checked into a hotel in the wonderful town of Lodi, CA before Sara was even on her plane.
He spent the day wandering around, settling in and nervously napping trying to get his body used to being awake during the day.
He had decided to wear the suit he had worn to his own grandfather's funeral the year before. So it was will mixed feelings of sadness and respect that he laid out the clothes. He missed his grandfather so much, the old man had been more of a father figure to him than his distant biological parent had been.
He ordered in and got ready for bed. He wondered where Sara was and whether she was all right.
%%%%%
Sara was amazingly not all right, she was down right depressed. Once the plane had finally landed she had been forced to take a taxi driven by a reincarnated Spanish Inquisitor to her grandparents house which was already occupied by her newly widowed aunt and two cousins all of whom she couldn't stand.
They were coolly reserved towards her- she had always been the black sheep of the family, and every time they moved things around the house to different spots to make room for their stuff Sara wanted to scream.
How dare they change things? This was her grandparent's house, the house that was filled with comforting memories and familiar objects, and they were destroying that.
Sara wearily climbed the stairs before she strangled them.
At least her old room was free. She didn't even take the time to unpack before she collapsed on the bed.
She felt like she could just sleep forever.
**********
The next day dawned bright and early, with blue skies and white clouds. Sara was happy about that at least, this was the kind of perfect day her grandparent's had loved. They would be happy to be remembered and honored on a day like this.
She wiped away the tears that had found their way down her face at the thought.
Oh, how she missed them, in her heart they were her real parents. They had given her the will to live and even laugh at a time when she had thought death was preferable to the desperate existence in which she was trapped.
She waited her turn for the bathroom and took her time to carefully arrange her hair.
She made herself the kind of wholesome breakfast her Grandma had used to make for her and spent the rest of the morning in the garden behind the house, just remembering.
1:00 rolled around quicker than she had thought and a few minutes later she was packed into her aunt's car on her way to say good-bye to the people who had given her life.
#####
Nick had gotten up at his alarm and immediately went for a run, he needed to try to relieve some of the nervousness growing in his stomach.
He took his time showering and shaving before he dressed. He ate a small breakfast at a nearby café and made his way to the cemetery.
He parked behind a long line of cars and walked towards the open doors of the small chapel.
He was amazed at the number of people there.
He glanced around, but didn't see Sara. He found himself moving with everyone else to stand in a line leading to the two coffins at the head of the room.
#######
Sara held herself rigidly, she knew if she allowed herself to relax she'd just cry and she didn't want to break down like that in front of all these people. She was glad to see so many faces, though, her grandparents had been loved by everyone they'd ever met. They'd had a knack for winning over even those determined to hate them.
A series of murmurs from the part of the chapel closest to the doors drew her attention and she moved out of the corner she had been standing in.
Even now her mother caused a stir in this town, her name and wealth still carried something here.
Sara was surprised when she felt the anger rise up inside of her instead of the sense of failure she usually experienced around her mother.
Everyone else in the building faded away as Sara walked to where her mother was standing.
"What are you doing here?"
Her mother gave her a loving smile, the one her daughter only saw when there were other people around watching.
"I'm just paying my respects, dear, and I didn't want you to have to go through this alone," she said pitching her voice so that it carried to the ears of those near them.
Sara seethed.
"Bullshit. You couldn't care a less about me and you hated them. The fact that you are even in the room disgusts me and flaws their memory. Get out!"
Her voice had grown louder and the last words were a shout.
Her mother chuckled nervously, glancing around at the faces of everyone who had turned to find out what was going on.
"Sara, honey," she said patting her arm, still glancing around, "I know you don't mean that. I understand what you're going through. It's just the grief making you say these things."
Sara slapped her hand away, a lifetime of unvented feeling powering her words.
"You could never understand how I feel, it requires a heart to understand how it feels to lose a parent. They were my parents! You are just a pathetic excuse for a human being!"
The slap was unexpected.
"I could have been your mother, you ungrateful little bitch, if you had been a daughter instead of a whore!"
No one said a word as the older woman turned and walked with her head high out of the chapel.
All the emotions that had fueled Sara were fading and suddenly she was aware of every pair of eyes staring at her.
She turned and walked to the coffins, the people around her backing away as she moved.
She stopped in front of the bodies and smiled down at them.
"Well, that went well, huh?" her voice carried in the silence.
"I love you guys- I'll never forget you or what you did for me." She kissed them both lightly on the forehead and closed her eyes.
She didn't even look up when a gentle hand settled on her back and led her to the doors.