Chapter 3
"Oscar, man. Calm down! It wasn't her, okay? Jessica is dead!" Billy repeated for the fifth time. "Billy I saw her, okay? I fucking saw her!" he exclaimed. "Well, Jessica had a twin right? What was her name? Sara! It must have been her," Billy tried to reason. "It was her, I could just feel it," Rey replied. "It was an open coffin funeral! I saw her in the coffin, damnit. So did you, just accept it." Rey hung up the phone before he had a chance to say anything more.
A thousand different thoughts swam in his head. Maybe Billy was right, maybe it was Sara. "I'll call her and find out," he declared and picked up his phone. It rang twice before she answered. "Hey. Sara, it's me," he greeted. "Oh, um hey Oscar," she answered uncomfortably. "Listen I was calling because I was watched Raw and, well I know this is going to sound weird, but were you there?"
"Oscar, Raw was in Florida," she told him. "I know," he said quickly. "I live in San Diego," she continued, "so no I wasn't." he nearly dropped the phone.
"She was there!" he gasped. "Who? Who was where?" she asked, becoming very confused. "Sara, I saw her," he said. "Saw who? What the hell are you talking about?" she demanded. "I saw Jessica, she was in the audience. She was holding a Kane sign-"
"No, don't. This isn't funny!" she shouted. "Am I laughing?"
"Please, I'm just going to hang up now," she told him and before he had time to react, she did.
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"You're going to Florida?" Angie demanded. He simply nodded and threw an armful of clothing into his duffle bag. "Why?" he stopped and looked up at her. "To prove something to myself," he answered.
"She's dead, Oscar, no matter what you think you saw. How many people have to tell you this before you actually get it?" she cried.
"Angie, tell me something. If there were even the slightest possibility that your grandfather was still alive, wouldn't you do everything you could to find out if he was?" he asked. "Yes," she admitted. "Okay, then don't argue with me about this. If it wasn't her, then fine. I'll come home and forget it, but what if it was?"
She followed him downstairs, where he kissed his son and daughter good-bye. "I'll call you when I get there," he said before closing his car door and pulling out of the driveway.
"Oscar, man. Calm down! It wasn't her, okay? Jessica is dead!" Billy repeated for the fifth time. "Billy I saw her, okay? I fucking saw her!" he exclaimed. "Well, Jessica had a twin right? What was her name? Sara! It must have been her," Billy tried to reason. "It was her, I could just feel it," Rey replied. "It was an open coffin funeral! I saw her in the coffin, damnit. So did you, just accept it." Rey hung up the phone before he had a chance to say anything more.
A thousand different thoughts swam in his head. Maybe Billy was right, maybe it was Sara. "I'll call her and find out," he declared and picked up his phone. It rang twice before she answered. "Hey. Sara, it's me," he greeted. "Oh, um hey Oscar," she answered uncomfortably. "Listen I was calling because I was watched Raw and, well I know this is going to sound weird, but were you there?"
"Oscar, Raw was in Florida," she told him. "I know," he said quickly. "I live in San Diego," she continued, "so no I wasn't." he nearly dropped the phone.
"She was there!" he gasped. "Who? Who was where?" she asked, becoming very confused. "Sara, I saw her," he said. "Saw who? What the hell are you talking about?" she demanded. "I saw Jessica, she was in the audience. She was holding a Kane sign-"
"No, don't. This isn't funny!" she shouted. "Am I laughing?"
"Please, I'm just going to hang up now," she told him and before he had time to react, she did.
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"You're going to Florida?" Angie demanded. He simply nodded and threw an armful of clothing into his duffle bag. "Why?" he stopped and looked up at her. "To prove something to myself," he answered.
"She's dead, Oscar, no matter what you think you saw. How many people have to tell you this before you actually get it?" she cried.
"Angie, tell me something. If there were even the slightest possibility that your grandfather was still alive, wouldn't you do everything you could to find out if he was?" he asked. "Yes," she admitted. "Okay, then don't argue with me about this. If it wasn't her, then fine. I'll come home and forget it, but what if it was?"
She followed him downstairs, where he kissed his son and daughter good-bye. "I'll call you when I get there," he said before closing his car door and pulling out of the driveway.