Ch 3
Many are the plans in a man's heart, But it is the Lord's purpose that prevails (Prov. 19:21)
Elizabeth had found the dinner crowd the same as usual. Nothing really interesting except her own daydreams of living in the city. She had been making phone calls. Submitting applications to schools, and packing boxes. She had three categories for things. The first was for storage. The second was stuff she planned to take with her. Then, the third was to be given to charity. This included that old couch that really should just be burned, she thought. Everything else was being thrown away. She still had three weeks before her move date. Not that it was a firm date, just one she had picked that seemed to work well and circled it on her calendar. She had told everyone; well, everyone that she thought would want to know, she was moving.
Hearing the three familiar voices chatting as she exited the kitchen, Liz found Lucky, Gia, and Nick at a table. "Hi guys," her bright smile welcoming them to the diner.
"Hey, you got a second?" Lucky pulled down on her arm.
"Um, sure," she lowered herself into the empty chair.
"Guess what? We are all going to the Caribbean!" Gia grinned
"What?" Liz glanced from Gia to Nick.
"I'm going to do one last modeling shoot. Lucky is going to take the pictures, of course," Gia continued.
"And I'm just going to hang out and soak up the sun," Nick added.
"Come with us," Lucky begged. He saw the desire in her eyes but frustration on her face. "Come on, one last hurrah before you move."
"When are you going?" she bit her lip.
"We are leaving on Wednesday and staying for a week," Nick answered.
"It will be great. Get away from the cold and the snow," Lucky was trying to convince her.
"I wish I could, but I still have to work and pack. I have so much packing to do." Elizabeth could almost feel the warm sun just thinking about it.
"We can help you get the packing done," Nick offered.
"Thanks, guys, I just still have so much to get done before I leave." The disappointment in her voice, "I better get back to work."
"Well, there are two days 'till we leave so you can change your mind," Lucky called after her as she left the table.
The rest of the shift had gone as had most of the dinners at Kelly's. It was after nine; and Bobbie came behind the counter as Elizabeth wiped it down. "Why don't you go ahead and go? I can handle things for the rest of the evening."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, you have a lot to do. Go on home."
"Thanks," she reached under the counter to grab her purse. As she pulled it out, her wallet fell. Its contents spilled all over the floor. Bobbie bent down to help gather up the cards and change. Her eye caught on one of the cards as she went to hand it back to Elizabeth.
"Your AB Negative?" the nurse asked.
Elizabeth looked up a bit confused, taking the items from her. She looked down to see her Red Cross Blood Donor Card. "Yeah," she half smiled taking the items.
"That's kind of rare," Bobbie added.
"That is what they tell me every six months when I go to give blood. They even call me sometimes to come and give."
"That's nice. I guess they will miss you too, when you move."
"Maybe," Elizabeth finished fitting the lose bits and pieces back into her wallet. "Bye, I'll see you later." She waved and left.
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Sonny and his business partner and friend, Jason, were almost finished going over the latest coffee invoices. Sonny had stopped to study the other man as he searched through the papers looking for something. "So, how do you feel about Elizabeth leaving?" He had not been sure how to approach the subject, but he wanted to know if it was true that the young lady was leaving. Jason stopped and stared at his boss.
"What?"
Sonny was not sure if Jason had not heard him or was avoiding the question. "You know that Elizabeth is moving, don't you?"
"No, I don't. Are you sure?"
"Haven't you talked to her?" Jason shook his head in response. "The other day when I got home, Carly and Courtney were talking, and they said that she is moving to New York."
Jason looked puzzled, "I haven't heard anything. We have not really talked since you came back from the dead."
"I didn't know that. I thought the two of you were getting closer."
"She got upset about some stuff, and I don't think she really wants anything to do with me any more."
"I can't believe that. She has always been a very loyal and trusted friend to you. Have you tried to talk to her and work things out?" When Jason didn't answer and just stared out the window, Sonny push a bit. "You do want to work things out don't you?"
He didn't look at his friend. "I think she is better off without me in her life."
"How can you say that? I know that you care about her. Look what you went through this summer to find her when she was kidnapped."
"Maybe it just isn't suppose to be between us," Jason glanced at his watch. "Are we done with the invoices?"
"Yes."
"I'll see you later." Jason made his way to the door without looking back at his old friend.
He decided to go for a ride and clear this thoughts. He could not believe that Elizabeth was leaving, and she had not even told him. Now that he really thought about it, he had not really seen her or even talked to her with out Courtney being there. Why wouldn't she tell him? Maybe he was part of the reason she was leaving. It hurt that he had learned the news from Sonny and not from her. He wanted to talk to her. He knew that Courtney had the lunch and dinner shift today at Kelly's, so maybe Elizabeth was off and at her studio. He turned his bike down the next road and made his way to her building.
Dusk always comes so early in the winter as it was barely five and the shadows were disappeared with the setting sun. He turned off the engine and looked up at her window. Just like he had done a hundred times before. He saw her light on and wondered how she would react to his unexpected visit. He almost decided to leave and wait to see if she told him on her own about the move. But what if she didn't, and one day she was just gone? There were things he wanted to say to her, and he wanted to do it in private. Privacy was at a premium these days with the trial. With either Brenda or Courtney, he was almost never alone.
As he approached her door, he saw that it was ajar. "Are you sure you won't come with us tomorrow?" He heard Lucky Spencer say.
"I really can't. I have so much to do, and if I don't hurry up, they will be tearing down this building with all my stuff in it." Jason hadn't known that the building was going to be torn down. This started to explain some things for him. "You guys have a good time." Her voice sounded disappointed.
"When we get back we will do something special before you go, ok." Jason heard foot step approach the partially opened door, so he ducked around the corner. He didn't want Lucky to see him. He waited until he saw the other man's back going down the stairs before he went to the door to knock.
He took in a long slow breath. He raised his arm and allowed it to come down hard on the surface of the heavy door. He did not expect it to open so suddenly. She must have been standing right in front of it. She pulled it with such force that it flew wide open. The surprised look on her face kept his breath deep in his lungs not sure what to say. Her eyes locked on his, filled with questioning. "Jason," the shock obvious in his name on her lips. It hung in the air between them while she waited for his response.
"Can I come in?"
"Ok," she stepped back to let him pass. His eyes scanned the room. It looked different. There were stacks of stuff and boxes everywhere. There were no easels with paintings on them. They were all packed away. No paints and brushes strewn across the table. All of it seemed a bit alien to him. She turned her back to him and walked over to the rack that used to hold canvases of all sizes and in varying degrees of completion. Now they were empty except for a package, rectangle, wrapped in brown paper. "I'm glad you are here." she offered a small smile as she walked over to retrieve the package. He was a little stunned by her comment, but she was glad he was there. He started to follow her when she turned around with the parcel. She held it out to him. He didn't move, only able to look at her confused. "Take it." She handed it to him, "It's yours."
He finally reached for the gift. He looked deep into her china-blue eyes. He did not see any pain in them. She seemed so pleasant and peaceful. When his hand took hold of the paper his fingers brushed hers, and even though he saw no reaction in her eyes, he felt his breath catch in his lungs as a small jump occurred in his chest. The tinniest of smiles on his lips, "What is it?"
Her eyebrows squeezed together, "It is The Wind."
He finally tore his eyes from hers and looked down at the rectangle in his hands, "Oh."
"It's yours, and you have a place now, so you need to take it. I gave it to you a long time ago. So, take it please. I don't want it anymore." She moved past him and back into the middle of the cluttered room.
"I heard you were moving."
"Yes, I'm going to New York."
"Why?"
"To go to design school." She stated matter-of-factly.
"I see. I thought you liked it here?"
"I did, but they are going to tear down my building; and I had to move, so I thought I should go some place new. Get a fresh start all together."
"You need a fresh start?"
"I need something new. What do I have here anyway?" she studied him.
"You have your friends, your grandmother."
"Most of my friends are busy with their own lives. I have worked at Kelly's forever, and I don't want to do that any more. I stayed here for a long time because..." she stopped herself before she said it. She had stayed here because of him, and she didn't have him any more; but he did not need to know that, not now.
"Because of what?" he reached out and touched her arm. She started to feel the sting of tears behind her eyes. She turned any from him. Refusing to let him see he could still get to her.
"It doesn't matter." She took a step away, breaking from his fingers. Taking a breath, she had hold of her emotions again and turned to face him.
"I'm sorry you didn't tell me you were leaving. I found out from Sonny." She was not sure how Sonny knew, but that didn't matter to her. "Were you going to tell me?"
"Why? Would it have mattered any?"
"I know you don't believe this but I will always care about you. Hell, Elizabeth, you saved my life." Something clicked for her. She was an obligation to him.
"Well, you saved me this summer. So let's just call it even. Ok? You don't owe me anything, and I don't owe you."
"I never felt that I owed you."
She smiled despite to pain she was feeling. "I'm just getting on with my life. That's all. No big deal."
"I will miss you. If you ever need me, you know where to find me. I will never turn you away."
"Too late, you already did. But I won't come to you. I'm going to start over; and I will cherish the friendship we once had, but we both have to move on. You already have with Courtney, and the best way for me to do that is to go." He felt the sting of truth in her words and lowered his head and started for the door.
He stopped before he exited. "Thanks for the painting, and I will miss you, Elizabeth," pulling the door closed behind him.
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Lunch at the diner was busy as usual. Elizabeth was thinking about her friends taking off for a wonderful week in the Caribbean sun. She wished she could have gone, but she had so much to do, not to mention she needed every dime she had saved.
"Kelly's!" Tammy answered the ringing phone. She was paying close attention to hear over the lunch crowd. As she listen her eyes found Elizabeth. "Thank you," she sighed. Motioning toward her to come over to the counter.
Elizabeth smiled as she approached Tammy. Assuming that she had a take-out order for her to give to the cook. She wiped her hands on her apron. Before Elizabeth got a word out she noticed the distressed look on Tammy's face. "Elizabeth, that was the hospital. Your Grandmother collapsed and was found on the floor of her office."
Elizabeth stood stunned for a moment. Letting go of the breath she had not realize she was holding, "I have to go."
"Of course, take as long as you need. I pray everything is alright." Tammy called after her.
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Elizabeth approached the nurses station with apprehension in every step. She spotted Dr. Alan Quartermain looking at a file. "Dr. Quartermain," her tone questioning.
"Elizabeth, come, let's go over here," leading her to the waiting area.
"Please, what happen? Can I see my grandmother now?" Her mind was reeling.
"Let's sit down and wait for Monica. She took care of Audrey. I really don't know anything." He was trying to be reassuring, but Elizabeth could tell there was more that he was not telling her. Dr. Quartermain sat down next to her on the plastic couch. Taking her hand in his. He squeezed it and said, "I'll wait with you."
Her heart became wild when see saw Dr. Monica Quartermain heading toward them. She looked tired. Her eyes were red as if she had been crying. Elizabeth started to stand when she saw her. Yet, there was something in her eyes that kept her glued to the plastic. Monica slowly lowered herself onto the coffee table in front of her. Placing her elbows on her knees. The woman doctor clasped her hands and lowered her head. Elizabeth was to frightened to speak. Slowly, the doctor took an audible breath. She raised her head until her eyes locked with Elizabeth's.
"I'm sorry to tell you this," her words were slow and cumbersome. "Audrey," remembering her friend, "your grandmother, had a massive heart attack. We did everything we could but," her speech began to choke in her throat. "I'm so sorry. We lost her."
Not believing what she heard, Elizabeth turned to Alan. "She's dead?"
He didn't speak. Only nodded his head in conformation. She felt heavy with the news. Not sure she had understood what they were telling her. "Can I see her?" she finally managed to get the words out.
"Of course you can," Monica began to stand. "Follow me."
The small, sterile looking room was dimly lit. Elizabeth walked in on tip toe over to the bed. Lowering her small frame onto the chair next to the bed, she took the cold, limp hand in hers. She could not find any words to express the emotions that were swirling around inside. "I love you," was all she could manage. The tears fell so naturally that when they finally stopped enough for her to think again, she was confused by what to do next. Taking the lifeless hand and placing it on her grandmother's chest, she found her way out the door.
Walking back to the nurses station seemed to take hours. When she got there, she was glad to see Bobbie. "Bobbie, I'm going to need some time off," she began.
"Oh, Elizabeth, I could not be more sorry." Her eyes were a bit red, and Elizabeth could tell she had been crying too.
"What do I need to do now?" Elizabeth asked her. Bobbie looked at her a bit perplexed. Trying to decide in what context she was referring. "What will happen to her now?" she continued her question.
"She will be taken...down stairs. Until arrangements are made with a funeral home. Don't worry; she will be well looked after. You know everyone here loved Audrey. Go home and get some rest. It will be a long couple of days ahead."
"Yeah," she nodded in compliance.
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"Kelly's!" Tammy answered the phone. "Oh, that's terrible. Elizabeth must be devastated. Do you know of anything I can do for her?" There was a pause. Courtney was trying her best to not look like she was eavesdropping. "I would not expect her to hurry back to work." Another pause. Courtney now didn't worry about what it looked like and went over to Tammy and waited for the news. "Yes, I agree. Ok, thank you for the call, Bobbie. Bye."
"What is going on?" Courtney blurted out.
"Liz won't be into work. Her grandmother died."
"Oh," Courtney said flippantly. She had no idea that Elizabeth's only family was her grandmother and her sister. Elizabeth and Sarah were not speaking, and the relationship she had with her grandmother had been stranded over the past few years, but in the last few weeks they had some good talks. Her Grandmother had offered to help pay for school in New York, and they were enjoying the time together as Elizabeth brought stuff to be stored at her house.
The man at the counter knew Elizabeth well. Over hearing the conversation, he took out a ten dollar bill. Left it on the counter and headed out the door.
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The walk back to the studio proved harder than she thought. Half way through the park, she stopped on a bench near the pond. She did not even notice how cold it was out, lost in the emotions that filled her heart. The tears began to fall silently as she watched the light dance off the reflective surface of the water. She did not hear foot steps approaching or notice the dark handsome man until he sat down next to her.
"Elizabeth?" She turned dazed as her eyes met Rick's. "Are you ok?"
She didn't know how to say it so it just came out plainly, "My grandmother died."
He moved closer and slid his arm around her. All of a sudden she felt tired, and she allowed herself to collapse into his chest. He closed the other arm around her as her crying became stronger. He whispered words of comfort to her. She spoke to him sometimes telling him something about the one person in her family who had cared about her.
Jason hurried through the park on the way to the hospital to find Elizabeth. After overhearing Tammy and Courtney at Kelly's, he knew she would need a friend. For some reason, he felt he would be the friend she would look towards. He stopped when he heard the lawyer's voice over a woman's crying. He took a few more steps for a closer look. Then he saw Elizabeth huddled in Rick's arms, sobbing. The man smoothed her hair with his hand as he was trying to comfort her. His body slightly rocking like that of a parent with a small child. Jason felt frozen for a moment. Something flashed in him. It was hot and restless. He watched for a long time. Elizabeth finally broke from his embrace.
"I guess I need to go to her house. I wonder if she left any instructions in case she died." She choked on the last word.
"Would you like me to go with you? Help you look for her will."
"That would be nice," she tried to smile as the two got up and left together.
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The next couple of days seemed a blur. Rick had been great. When they got to her Grandmother's house, he had found her will and handled all the legal aspects of Audrey Hardy's estate. He filed the will for probate. He told her it would take up to sixty days to clear. He also explained all the legal terms in it to Elizabeth. The only thing they found pertaining to any wishes in her death was for her to be buried next to her husband Tom. Rick had called the cemetery and found the joint plot had long been taken care of. He also listened every time Elizabeth wanted to talk about her grandmother and gave her a shoulder to cry on when that was all she could do.
Bobbie had offered to help with the funeral arrangements and even went with Elizabeth to pick out the coffin. That had all turned out to be the easy part. The hard task had been calling the family and friends. It had taken two days to track down her father in Eastern Europe. Her parents couldn't make it. They had said it would take too long to get there, and they were really needed where they were. Her father had said she was doing such a good job handling everything that they thought she could continue to finish up Audrey's business on her own. It seemed to Elizabeth that all the family she called had some reason not to come. Audrey's friends and co- workers were a different story. Everyone of them had offered her their sincerest condolences. Many said that they would make it to the service on Sunday at Saint Timothy's.
Elizabeth had started to stay at her grandmothers house. It made her feel closer to her, and, anyway, there were condolence gifts arriving daily. She spent the time between her studio and the house. Not sure really what to do with herself but waiting for the funeral on Sunday to arrive. She missed her friends who she could not get a hold off because she had failed to ask where they were staying on their trip. Even Luke didn't know. Zander was in rehab for a drug overdose. He could not even have visitors for thirty days. Elizabeth had not even had time to start to think about him.
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The four days since the news of her Grandmother's death to today, Sunday, had felt like weeks. Elizabeth slowly gathered the leg of the dark pantyhose up and slid her foot in. The task felt monumental as she tugged at the sheer elastic. She pulled the simple black dress over her head. 'This funeral was for real,' she thought as she zipped up the dress she had last worn to Sonny Corinthos' fake funeral. She sat on the bed in her old room and wiggled her feet into the low classic black pumps. She made her way slowly down the hall to her grandmother's room and sat on the stool in front of the old fashion dressing table. There she saw her grandmother's jewelry box. Her hand shook a little as she opened it. Inside she saw a simple string of pearls. She remembered her grandmother wearing them so often. How elegant they made her look. She put them on and found the matching earrings. She stood up and made her way to the full length mirror. The combination of the outfit and somber expression would make any stranger aware that she was going to a funeral.
Downstairs, she heard the bell of the front door. 'The car must be here,' she thought and gathered her things. Sitting in the back of the long black car by herself, she felt scared. She could not believe she was going to her grandmother's funeral, and she was doing it utterly alone.
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Sonny fiddled with the cuff off his black shirt. He tightened his black tie and grabbed the dark suit jacket as he headed down the stairs. Carly and Courtney were on the couch talking, and neither one of them looked up at him as he made his way to the desk. The door opened, and Jason walked in dressed much the same, minus the tie. When Carly heard the door she looked up. Sonny turned to his guest, "You ready to go?" Jason only nodded.
Carly stared at them a moment. "Where are you two off to? You are dressed like you are going to a funeral."
"That is because we are," the man answered his wife.
"Who died?" Courtney seemed more amused at Jason's outfit then interested in her question.
"Audrey Hardy's funeral is today. I told you Carly, two days ago." Sonny sounded annoyed.
"So, why are you two going?" the younger blond asked.
Jason stepped past Sonny and closer to the two women, "She was Elizabeth's grandmother."
"I don't see why you two should go to some old woman's funeral just because you knew her granddaughter." Courtney's remark came across sarcastic and Sonny didn't like it.
"Show some respect for the dead, Courtney. We are going to show Elizabeth our support." Sonny was now feeling contempt for his sister, as was Jason.
Jason tapped his friend on the shoulder without looking at the women, "Come on, let's go."
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Elizabeth sat still inside the car as it pulled up in front of Saint Timothy's. There were people milling about outside the church in the bright afternoon sun. She waited a long time before she decided to get out of the car. The driver stood solemn beside the Lincoln's door that he was holding open for her. She emerged slowly and searched the faces for her friends. Bobbie spotted her first and made quick time to her side. She pulled her into a gentle hug and offered a smile. Elizabeth grabbed onto her hand fiercely. "Oh, honey, I didn't know you were coming alone."
"None of the family could make it."
"Well, it looks like the whole hospital is here."
"I sure hope there isn't any emergency today. It looks like there isn't anyone at the hospital to offer any help if there is," Elizabeth tried to make a small joke. Just than Rick spotted her and walked over. He leaned down giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"How are you holding up?" She gave him a week smile. "Why didn't you tell me you were alone? I would have ridden with you."
"Thank you, it's ok. I wanted to have some time to myself before facing everyone."
Bobbie smiled at the handsome dark man, "I see you are in good hands. I need to go speak to some people. I'll be back, ok."
Rick placed his arm around her back as they made their way to the doors. Elizabeth spotted Lilia Quatermain. She stared over to her. Just then, her husband appeared by her side. "Mrs. Quartermain, how nice of you to come." Elizabeth bent down to kiss her cheek. "Rick, I would like to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Edward Quartermain." Rick offered his hand to the older gentleman. Who in return asked him if he was the lawyer that had been defending Jason? The two stepped aside to talk while Elizabeth spoke with Jason's grandmother.
"My dear, I can't tell you how sorry I am. Your grandmother was a cornerstone of the hospital for such a long time. Your family gave that hospital its stellar reputation. The Hardy's will be greatly missed."
"Thank you for your kind words," she patted the woman's hand.
"If I can do any thing... I wish you would come see me sometime."
Elizabeth smiled at the lady's kindness. "Maybe I could come see your rose garden when it blooms this year."
"That would be nice, dear."
Edward came to take his wife out of the cold. Rick had found the introduction to Port Charles' wealthiest family a fortuitous event. Rick started to usher her into the church when she stopped to watch the occupants of the arriving limousine exit the car. She was surprised to see Sonny Corinthos and Jason Morgan step out both dressed in dark suits. She then smiled weekly, recognizing the two body guards that accompanied them, Francis and Johnny.
Inside, the church was packed. She recognized many of the hospital staff and friends from her grandmother's different social groups. Rick had left her a moment to speak to someone. Just then, the priest approached Elizabeth. "Miss. Webber, we should get started. If you would just take a seat up front in the row reserved for the family." He started moving her down the aisle. She felt panic rise in her stomach. She could not sit through the whole service alone. Where was Rick? He said he would sit with her. She turned her head straining to find him, but she just didn't see him.
"You ok, darlin'?" Elizabeth looked up into the soft gentle eyes of Luck Spencer.
"No," she grabbed onto his hand. "Will you sit with me?" her voice shaking. Then, as Bobbie met up with them, "Both of you. Please?" She grabbed Bobbies hand as well. The three of them moved up the aisle and sat on either side of Elizabeth. Rick hurried when he realized they were about to start and found a seat just two rows behind her. Sonny and Jason made their way to the fifth row but all the way on the end. The seat gave Jason an unobstructed view of Elizabeth's profile.
Elizabeth stared at the silver casket that Bobbie had helped her pick out. It was covered in sterling roses. The room began to swell with the air from the organ pipes. Jason watched as her eyes closed and her head dropped in just the slightest movement back. He watched as she bowed her head for the first prayer of the service. He watched as Luke handed her a small white cloth, and she dabbed at her eyes during both of the Doctors Quartermain's eulogies. He observed her every movement; and when Luke put his arm around her, and she dropped her head on his shoulder, he wished he had been sitting there next to her. When the service ended, he moved to the foyer of the church and watched as she greeted the other mourners. Each one passing and giving their version of condolences. Her eyes were red, and her porcelain skin had taken on a pale, translucent appearance. He could tell she was having a really hard time dealing with all of it.
Rick's phone rang just as he stepped out of the church. "Rick, it's Carly."
"Carly, what can I do for you this afternoon?"
"We need to get together and go over the decisions for the bar stock."
"First thing in the morning, I'll meet you at the penthouse."
"No, I made the appointment with the liquor distributor for first thing in the morning. We have to do it today."
"Ok, this evening."
"No, I have plans. We need to do it, like, now."
Rick rubbed his forehead in frustration. He had planned to stay with Elizabeth. "Ok, I'll meet you at Kelly's"
He put the phone in his coat pocket and went to tell Elizabeth that he had to go. She gave him a week smile as he kissed her cheek, and he promised to come see her at the house later.
Elizabeth continued greeting the long line of people. Jason told Sonny to go ahead without him. Elizabeth seemed genuinely touched at Johnny and Francis' attempts to comfort her. With Sonny, things were somewhat more awkward. She accepted his kind words and hug with true grace. Jason had stepped outside, as the church was almost empty. He did not know what he was going to do or why he had even stayed. He watched as Elizabeth and the priest exchanged pleasantries, and she moved to the car alone. The driver closed the door after she got in. He got in the drivers side, but the car did not move.
Elizabeth laid down on the back set and closed her eyes. She pulled her knees up to her chest. She felt exhausted. She did not hear the driver when he asked if she wanted to go to the cemetery or return home. Jason approached the car. He tried to look through the dark window to no avail. He looked at the driver who shrugged his shoulders at him. So he pulled on the door handle and slowly opened the car door. He saw the petit body of the young lady curled up on the seat. Her eyes were closed, but she was not crying. She almost looked as if she was sleeping. He lowered himself into the car and gently lifted her head up and rested it back down on his lap. She opened her eyes slightly when he moved her but almost made no acknowledgement toward him otherwise. "Do you want to go to the cemetery?" he asked. She shook her head no. "Do you want to go home, to your studio?" She gave only the slightest nod. Jason gave the driver the address. She did not speak the whole way home. Jason sat quietly running his fingers through her hair. Smoothing it behind her ear and down along her neck. He almost thought she was asleep when they arrived. However, when the car stopped, she opened her eyes and slowly sat up.
"Would you like me to walk you up?" as his crystal blue eyes peered into her aching soul. She shook her head as the driver helped her out of the car. He quickly took her hand and gave it a squeeze as she began to move away without looking back at him.
Many are the plans in a man's heart, But it is the Lord's purpose that prevails (Prov. 19:21)
Elizabeth had found the dinner crowd the same as usual. Nothing really interesting except her own daydreams of living in the city. She had been making phone calls. Submitting applications to schools, and packing boxes. She had three categories for things. The first was for storage. The second was stuff she planned to take with her. Then, the third was to be given to charity. This included that old couch that really should just be burned, she thought. Everything else was being thrown away. She still had three weeks before her move date. Not that it was a firm date, just one she had picked that seemed to work well and circled it on her calendar. She had told everyone; well, everyone that she thought would want to know, she was moving.
Hearing the three familiar voices chatting as she exited the kitchen, Liz found Lucky, Gia, and Nick at a table. "Hi guys," her bright smile welcoming them to the diner.
"Hey, you got a second?" Lucky pulled down on her arm.
"Um, sure," she lowered herself into the empty chair.
"Guess what? We are all going to the Caribbean!" Gia grinned
"What?" Liz glanced from Gia to Nick.
"I'm going to do one last modeling shoot. Lucky is going to take the pictures, of course," Gia continued.
"And I'm just going to hang out and soak up the sun," Nick added.
"Come with us," Lucky begged. He saw the desire in her eyes but frustration on her face. "Come on, one last hurrah before you move."
"When are you going?" she bit her lip.
"We are leaving on Wednesday and staying for a week," Nick answered.
"It will be great. Get away from the cold and the snow," Lucky was trying to convince her.
"I wish I could, but I still have to work and pack. I have so much packing to do." Elizabeth could almost feel the warm sun just thinking about it.
"We can help you get the packing done," Nick offered.
"Thanks, guys, I just still have so much to get done before I leave." The disappointment in her voice, "I better get back to work."
"Well, there are two days 'till we leave so you can change your mind," Lucky called after her as she left the table.
The rest of the shift had gone as had most of the dinners at Kelly's. It was after nine; and Bobbie came behind the counter as Elizabeth wiped it down. "Why don't you go ahead and go? I can handle things for the rest of the evening."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, you have a lot to do. Go on home."
"Thanks," she reached under the counter to grab her purse. As she pulled it out, her wallet fell. Its contents spilled all over the floor. Bobbie bent down to help gather up the cards and change. Her eye caught on one of the cards as she went to hand it back to Elizabeth.
"Your AB Negative?" the nurse asked.
Elizabeth looked up a bit confused, taking the items from her. She looked down to see her Red Cross Blood Donor Card. "Yeah," she half smiled taking the items.
"That's kind of rare," Bobbie added.
"That is what they tell me every six months when I go to give blood. They even call me sometimes to come and give."
"That's nice. I guess they will miss you too, when you move."
"Maybe," Elizabeth finished fitting the lose bits and pieces back into her wallet. "Bye, I'll see you later." She waved and left.
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Sonny and his business partner and friend, Jason, were almost finished going over the latest coffee invoices. Sonny had stopped to study the other man as he searched through the papers looking for something. "So, how do you feel about Elizabeth leaving?" He had not been sure how to approach the subject, but he wanted to know if it was true that the young lady was leaving. Jason stopped and stared at his boss.
"What?"
Sonny was not sure if Jason had not heard him or was avoiding the question. "You know that Elizabeth is moving, don't you?"
"No, I don't. Are you sure?"
"Haven't you talked to her?" Jason shook his head in response. "The other day when I got home, Carly and Courtney were talking, and they said that she is moving to New York."
Jason looked puzzled, "I haven't heard anything. We have not really talked since you came back from the dead."
"I didn't know that. I thought the two of you were getting closer."
"She got upset about some stuff, and I don't think she really wants anything to do with me any more."
"I can't believe that. She has always been a very loyal and trusted friend to you. Have you tried to talk to her and work things out?" When Jason didn't answer and just stared out the window, Sonny push a bit. "You do want to work things out don't you?"
He didn't look at his friend. "I think she is better off without me in her life."
"How can you say that? I know that you care about her. Look what you went through this summer to find her when she was kidnapped."
"Maybe it just isn't suppose to be between us," Jason glanced at his watch. "Are we done with the invoices?"
"Yes."
"I'll see you later." Jason made his way to the door without looking back at his old friend.
He decided to go for a ride and clear this thoughts. He could not believe that Elizabeth was leaving, and she had not even told him. Now that he really thought about it, he had not really seen her or even talked to her with out Courtney being there. Why wouldn't she tell him? Maybe he was part of the reason she was leaving. It hurt that he had learned the news from Sonny and not from her. He wanted to talk to her. He knew that Courtney had the lunch and dinner shift today at Kelly's, so maybe Elizabeth was off and at her studio. He turned his bike down the next road and made his way to her building.
Dusk always comes so early in the winter as it was barely five and the shadows were disappeared with the setting sun. He turned off the engine and looked up at her window. Just like he had done a hundred times before. He saw her light on and wondered how she would react to his unexpected visit. He almost decided to leave and wait to see if she told him on her own about the move. But what if she didn't, and one day she was just gone? There were things he wanted to say to her, and he wanted to do it in private. Privacy was at a premium these days with the trial. With either Brenda or Courtney, he was almost never alone.
As he approached her door, he saw that it was ajar. "Are you sure you won't come with us tomorrow?" He heard Lucky Spencer say.
"I really can't. I have so much to do, and if I don't hurry up, they will be tearing down this building with all my stuff in it." Jason hadn't known that the building was going to be torn down. This started to explain some things for him. "You guys have a good time." Her voice sounded disappointed.
"When we get back we will do something special before you go, ok." Jason heard foot step approach the partially opened door, so he ducked around the corner. He didn't want Lucky to see him. He waited until he saw the other man's back going down the stairs before he went to the door to knock.
He took in a long slow breath. He raised his arm and allowed it to come down hard on the surface of the heavy door. He did not expect it to open so suddenly. She must have been standing right in front of it. She pulled it with such force that it flew wide open. The surprised look on her face kept his breath deep in his lungs not sure what to say. Her eyes locked on his, filled with questioning. "Jason," the shock obvious in his name on her lips. It hung in the air between them while she waited for his response.
"Can I come in?"
"Ok," she stepped back to let him pass. His eyes scanned the room. It looked different. There were stacks of stuff and boxes everywhere. There were no easels with paintings on them. They were all packed away. No paints and brushes strewn across the table. All of it seemed a bit alien to him. She turned her back to him and walked over to the rack that used to hold canvases of all sizes and in varying degrees of completion. Now they were empty except for a package, rectangle, wrapped in brown paper. "I'm glad you are here." she offered a small smile as she walked over to retrieve the package. He was a little stunned by her comment, but she was glad he was there. He started to follow her when she turned around with the parcel. She held it out to him. He didn't move, only able to look at her confused. "Take it." She handed it to him, "It's yours."
He finally reached for the gift. He looked deep into her china-blue eyes. He did not see any pain in them. She seemed so pleasant and peaceful. When his hand took hold of the paper his fingers brushed hers, and even though he saw no reaction in her eyes, he felt his breath catch in his lungs as a small jump occurred in his chest. The tinniest of smiles on his lips, "What is it?"
Her eyebrows squeezed together, "It is The Wind."
He finally tore his eyes from hers and looked down at the rectangle in his hands, "Oh."
"It's yours, and you have a place now, so you need to take it. I gave it to you a long time ago. So, take it please. I don't want it anymore." She moved past him and back into the middle of the cluttered room.
"I heard you were moving."
"Yes, I'm going to New York."
"Why?"
"To go to design school." She stated matter-of-factly.
"I see. I thought you liked it here?"
"I did, but they are going to tear down my building; and I had to move, so I thought I should go some place new. Get a fresh start all together."
"You need a fresh start?"
"I need something new. What do I have here anyway?" she studied him.
"You have your friends, your grandmother."
"Most of my friends are busy with their own lives. I have worked at Kelly's forever, and I don't want to do that any more. I stayed here for a long time because..." she stopped herself before she said it. She had stayed here because of him, and she didn't have him any more; but he did not need to know that, not now.
"Because of what?" he reached out and touched her arm. She started to feel the sting of tears behind her eyes. She turned any from him. Refusing to let him see he could still get to her.
"It doesn't matter." She took a step away, breaking from his fingers. Taking a breath, she had hold of her emotions again and turned to face him.
"I'm sorry you didn't tell me you were leaving. I found out from Sonny." She was not sure how Sonny knew, but that didn't matter to her. "Were you going to tell me?"
"Why? Would it have mattered any?"
"I know you don't believe this but I will always care about you. Hell, Elizabeth, you saved my life." Something clicked for her. She was an obligation to him.
"Well, you saved me this summer. So let's just call it even. Ok? You don't owe me anything, and I don't owe you."
"I never felt that I owed you."
She smiled despite to pain she was feeling. "I'm just getting on with my life. That's all. No big deal."
"I will miss you. If you ever need me, you know where to find me. I will never turn you away."
"Too late, you already did. But I won't come to you. I'm going to start over; and I will cherish the friendship we once had, but we both have to move on. You already have with Courtney, and the best way for me to do that is to go." He felt the sting of truth in her words and lowered his head and started for the door.
He stopped before he exited. "Thanks for the painting, and I will miss you, Elizabeth," pulling the door closed behind him.
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Lunch at the diner was busy as usual. Elizabeth was thinking about her friends taking off for a wonderful week in the Caribbean sun. She wished she could have gone, but she had so much to do, not to mention she needed every dime she had saved.
"Kelly's!" Tammy answered the ringing phone. She was paying close attention to hear over the lunch crowd. As she listen her eyes found Elizabeth. "Thank you," she sighed. Motioning toward her to come over to the counter.
Elizabeth smiled as she approached Tammy. Assuming that she had a take-out order for her to give to the cook. She wiped her hands on her apron. Before Elizabeth got a word out she noticed the distressed look on Tammy's face. "Elizabeth, that was the hospital. Your Grandmother collapsed and was found on the floor of her office."
Elizabeth stood stunned for a moment. Letting go of the breath she had not realize she was holding, "I have to go."
"Of course, take as long as you need. I pray everything is alright." Tammy called after her.
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Elizabeth approached the nurses station with apprehension in every step. She spotted Dr. Alan Quartermain looking at a file. "Dr. Quartermain," her tone questioning.
"Elizabeth, come, let's go over here," leading her to the waiting area.
"Please, what happen? Can I see my grandmother now?" Her mind was reeling.
"Let's sit down and wait for Monica. She took care of Audrey. I really don't know anything." He was trying to be reassuring, but Elizabeth could tell there was more that he was not telling her. Dr. Quartermain sat down next to her on the plastic couch. Taking her hand in his. He squeezed it and said, "I'll wait with you."
Her heart became wild when see saw Dr. Monica Quartermain heading toward them. She looked tired. Her eyes were red as if she had been crying. Elizabeth started to stand when she saw her. Yet, there was something in her eyes that kept her glued to the plastic. Monica slowly lowered herself onto the coffee table in front of her. Placing her elbows on her knees. The woman doctor clasped her hands and lowered her head. Elizabeth was to frightened to speak. Slowly, the doctor took an audible breath. She raised her head until her eyes locked with Elizabeth's.
"I'm sorry to tell you this," her words were slow and cumbersome. "Audrey," remembering her friend, "your grandmother, had a massive heart attack. We did everything we could but," her speech began to choke in her throat. "I'm so sorry. We lost her."
Not believing what she heard, Elizabeth turned to Alan. "She's dead?"
He didn't speak. Only nodded his head in conformation. She felt heavy with the news. Not sure she had understood what they were telling her. "Can I see her?" she finally managed to get the words out.
"Of course you can," Monica began to stand. "Follow me."
The small, sterile looking room was dimly lit. Elizabeth walked in on tip toe over to the bed. Lowering her small frame onto the chair next to the bed, she took the cold, limp hand in hers. She could not find any words to express the emotions that were swirling around inside. "I love you," was all she could manage. The tears fell so naturally that when they finally stopped enough for her to think again, she was confused by what to do next. Taking the lifeless hand and placing it on her grandmother's chest, she found her way out the door.
Walking back to the nurses station seemed to take hours. When she got there, she was glad to see Bobbie. "Bobbie, I'm going to need some time off," she began.
"Oh, Elizabeth, I could not be more sorry." Her eyes were a bit red, and Elizabeth could tell she had been crying too.
"What do I need to do now?" Elizabeth asked her. Bobbie looked at her a bit perplexed. Trying to decide in what context she was referring. "What will happen to her now?" she continued her question.
"She will be taken...down stairs. Until arrangements are made with a funeral home. Don't worry; she will be well looked after. You know everyone here loved Audrey. Go home and get some rest. It will be a long couple of days ahead."
"Yeah," she nodded in compliance.
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"Kelly's!" Tammy answered the phone. "Oh, that's terrible. Elizabeth must be devastated. Do you know of anything I can do for her?" There was a pause. Courtney was trying her best to not look like she was eavesdropping. "I would not expect her to hurry back to work." Another pause. Courtney now didn't worry about what it looked like and went over to Tammy and waited for the news. "Yes, I agree. Ok, thank you for the call, Bobbie. Bye."
"What is going on?" Courtney blurted out.
"Liz won't be into work. Her grandmother died."
"Oh," Courtney said flippantly. She had no idea that Elizabeth's only family was her grandmother and her sister. Elizabeth and Sarah were not speaking, and the relationship she had with her grandmother had been stranded over the past few years, but in the last few weeks they had some good talks. Her Grandmother had offered to help pay for school in New York, and they were enjoying the time together as Elizabeth brought stuff to be stored at her house.
The man at the counter knew Elizabeth well. Over hearing the conversation, he took out a ten dollar bill. Left it on the counter and headed out the door.
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The walk back to the studio proved harder than she thought. Half way through the park, she stopped on a bench near the pond. She did not even notice how cold it was out, lost in the emotions that filled her heart. The tears began to fall silently as she watched the light dance off the reflective surface of the water. She did not hear foot steps approaching or notice the dark handsome man until he sat down next to her.
"Elizabeth?" She turned dazed as her eyes met Rick's. "Are you ok?"
She didn't know how to say it so it just came out plainly, "My grandmother died."
He moved closer and slid his arm around her. All of a sudden she felt tired, and she allowed herself to collapse into his chest. He closed the other arm around her as her crying became stronger. He whispered words of comfort to her. She spoke to him sometimes telling him something about the one person in her family who had cared about her.
Jason hurried through the park on the way to the hospital to find Elizabeth. After overhearing Tammy and Courtney at Kelly's, he knew she would need a friend. For some reason, he felt he would be the friend she would look towards. He stopped when he heard the lawyer's voice over a woman's crying. He took a few more steps for a closer look. Then he saw Elizabeth huddled in Rick's arms, sobbing. The man smoothed her hair with his hand as he was trying to comfort her. His body slightly rocking like that of a parent with a small child. Jason felt frozen for a moment. Something flashed in him. It was hot and restless. He watched for a long time. Elizabeth finally broke from his embrace.
"I guess I need to go to her house. I wonder if she left any instructions in case she died." She choked on the last word.
"Would you like me to go with you? Help you look for her will."
"That would be nice," she tried to smile as the two got up and left together.
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The next couple of days seemed a blur. Rick had been great. When they got to her Grandmother's house, he had found her will and handled all the legal aspects of Audrey Hardy's estate. He filed the will for probate. He told her it would take up to sixty days to clear. He also explained all the legal terms in it to Elizabeth. The only thing they found pertaining to any wishes in her death was for her to be buried next to her husband Tom. Rick had called the cemetery and found the joint plot had long been taken care of. He also listened every time Elizabeth wanted to talk about her grandmother and gave her a shoulder to cry on when that was all she could do.
Bobbie had offered to help with the funeral arrangements and even went with Elizabeth to pick out the coffin. That had all turned out to be the easy part. The hard task had been calling the family and friends. It had taken two days to track down her father in Eastern Europe. Her parents couldn't make it. They had said it would take too long to get there, and they were really needed where they were. Her father had said she was doing such a good job handling everything that they thought she could continue to finish up Audrey's business on her own. It seemed to Elizabeth that all the family she called had some reason not to come. Audrey's friends and co- workers were a different story. Everyone of them had offered her their sincerest condolences. Many said that they would make it to the service on Sunday at Saint Timothy's.
Elizabeth had started to stay at her grandmothers house. It made her feel closer to her, and, anyway, there were condolence gifts arriving daily. She spent the time between her studio and the house. Not sure really what to do with herself but waiting for the funeral on Sunday to arrive. She missed her friends who she could not get a hold off because she had failed to ask where they were staying on their trip. Even Luke didn't know. Zander was in rehab for a drug overdose. He could not even have visitors for thirty days. Elizabeth had not even had time to start to think about him.
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The four days since the news of her Grandmother's death to today, Sunday, had felt like weeks. Elizabeth slowly gathered the leg of the dark pantyhose up and slid her foot in. The task felt monumental as she tugged at the sheer elastic. She pulled the simple black dress over her head. 'This funeral was for real,' she thought as she zipped up the dress she had last worn to Sonny Corinthos' fake funeral. She sat on the bed in her old room and wiggled her feet into the low classic black pumps. She made her way slowly down the hall to her grandmother's room and sat on the stool in front of the old fashion dressing table. There she saw her grandmother's jewelry box. Her hand shook a little as she opened it. Inside she saw a simple string of pearls. She remembered her grandmother wearing them so often. How elegant they made her look. She put them on and found the matching earrings. She stood up and made her way to the full length mirror. The combination of the outfit and somber expression would make any stranger aware that she was going to a funeral.
Downstairs, she heard the bell of the front door. 'The car must be here,' she thought and gathered her things. Sitting in the back of the long black car by herself, she felt scared. She could not believe she was going to her grandmother's funeral, and she was doing it utterly alone.
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Sonny fiddled with the cuff off his black shirt. He tightened his black tie and grabbed the dark suit jacket as he headed down the stairs. Carly and Courtney were on the couch talking, and neither one of them looked up at him as he made his way to the desk. The door opened, and Jason walked in dressed much the same, minus the tie. When Carly heard the door she looked up. Sonny turned to his guest, "You ready to go?" Jason only nodded.
Carly stared at them a moment. "Where are you two off to? You are dressed like you are going to a funeral."
"That is because we are," the man answered his wife.
"Who died?" Courtney seemed more amused at Jason's outfit then interested in her question.
"Audrey Hardy's funeral is today. I told you Carly, two days ago." Sonny sounded annoyed.
"So, why are you two going?" the younger blond asked.
Jason stepped past Sonny and closer to the two women, "She was Elizabeth's grandmother."
"I don't see why you two should go to some old woman's funeral just because you knew her granddaughter." Courtney's remark came across sarcastic and Sonny didn't like it.
"Show some respect for the dead, Courtney. We are going to show Elizabeth our support." Sonny was now feeling contempt for his sister, as was Jason.
Jason tapped his friend on the shoulder without looking at the women, "Come on, let's go."
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Elizabeth sat still inside the car as it pulled up in front of Saint Timothy's. There were people milling about outside the church in the bright afternoon sun. She waited a long time before she decided to get out of the car. The driver stood solemn beside the Lincoln's door that he was holding open for her. She emerged slowly and searched the faces for her friends. Bobbie spotted her first and made quick time to her side. She pulled her into a gentle hug and offered a smile. Elizabeth grabbed onto her hand fiercely. "Oh, honey, I didn't know you were coming alone."
"None of the family could make it."
"Well, it looks like the whole hospital is here."
"I sure hope there isn't any emergency today. It looks like there isn't anyone at the hospital to offer any help if there is," Elizabeth tried to make a small joke. Just than Rick spotted her and walked over. He leaned down giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"How are you holding up?" She gave him a week smile. "Why didn't you tell me you were alone? I would have ridden with you."
"Thank you, it's ok. I wanted to have some time to myself before facing everyone."
Bobbie smiled at the handsome dark man, "I see you are in good hands. I need to go speak to some people. I'll be back, ok."
Rick placed his arm around her back as they made their way to the doors. Elizabeth spotted Lilia Quatermain. She stared over to her. Just then, her husband appeared by her side. "Mrs. Quartermain, how nice of you to come." Elizabeth bent down to kiss her cheek. "Rick, I would like to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Edward Quartermain." Rick offered his hand to the older gentleman. Who in return asked him if he was the lawyer that had been defending Jason? The two stepped aside to talk while Elizabeth spoke with Jason's grandmother.
"My dear, I can't tell you how sorry I am. Your grandmother was a cornerstone of the hospital for such a long time. Your family gave that hospital its stellar reputation. The Hardy's will be greatly missed."
"Thank you for your kind words," she patted the woman's hand.
"If I can do any thing... I wish you would come see me sometime."
Elizabeth smiled at the lady's kindness. "Maybe I could come see your rose garden when it blooms this year."
"That would be nice, dear."
Edward came to take his wife out of the cold. Rick had found the introduction to Port Charles' wealthiest family a fortuitous event. Rick started to usher her into the church when she stopped to watch the occupants of the arriving limousine exit the car. She was surprised to see Sonny Corinthos and Jason Morgan step out both dressed in dark suits. She then smiled weekly, recognizing the two body guards that accompanied them, Francis and Johnny.
Inside, the church was packed. She recognized many of the hospital staff and friends from her grandmother's different social groups. Rick had left her a moment to speak to someone. Just then, the priest approached Elizabeth. "Miss. Webber, we should get started. If you would just take a seat up front in the row reserved for the family." He started moving her down the aisle. She felt panic rise in her stomach. She could not sit through the whole service alone. Where was Rick? He said he would sit with her. She turned her head straining to find him, but she just didn't see him.
"You ok, darlin'?" Elizabeth looked up into the soft gentle eyes of Luck Spencer.
"No," she grabbed onto his hand. "Will you sit with me?" her voice shaking. Then, as Bobbie met up with them, "Both of you. Please?" She grabbed Bobbies hand as well. The three of them moved up the aisle and sat on either side of Elizabeth. Rick hurried when he realized they were about to start and found a seat just two rows behind her. Sonny and Jason made their way to the fifth row but all the way on the end. The seat gave Jason an unobstructed view of Elizabeth's profile.
Elizabeth stared at the silver casket that Bobbie had helped her pick out. It was covered in sterling roses. The room began to swell with the air from the organ pipes. Jason watched as her eyes closed and her head dropped in just the slightest movement back. He watched as she bowed her head for the first prayer of the service. He watched as Luke handed her a small white cloth, and she dabbed at her eyes during both of the Doctors Quartermain's eulogies. He observed her every movement; and when Luke put his arm around her, and she dropped her head on his shoulder, he wished he had been sitting there next to her. When the service ended, he moved to the foyer of the church and watched as she greeted the other mourners. Each one passing and giving their version of condolences. Her eyes were red, and her porcelain skin had taken on a pale, translucent appearance. He could tell she was having a really hard time dealing with all of it.
Rick's phone rang just as he stepped out of the church. "Rick, it's Carly."
"Carly, what can I do for you this afternoon?"
"We need to get together and go over the decisions for the bar stock."
"First thing in the morning, I'll meet you at the penthouse."
"No, I made the appointment with the liquor distributor for first thing in the morning. We have to do it today."
"Ok, this evening."
"No, I have plans. We need to do it, like, now."
Rick rubbed his forehead in frustration. He had planned to stay with Elizabeth. "Ok, I'll meet you at Kelly's"
He put the phone in his coat pocket and went to tell Elizabeth that he had to go. She gave him a week smile as he kissed her cheek, and he promised to come see her at the house later.
Elizabeth continued greeting the long line of people. Jason told Sonny to go ahead without him. Elizabeth seemed genuinely touched at Johnny and Francis' attempts to comfort her. With Sonny, things were somewhat more awkward. She accepted his kind words and hug with true grace. Jason had stepped outside, as the church was almost empty. He did not know what he was going to do or why he had even stayed. He watched as Elizabeth and the priest exchanged pleasantries, and she moved to the car alone. The driver closed the door after she got in. He got in the drivers side, but the car did not move.
Elizabeth laid down on the back set and closed her eyes. She pulled her knees up to her chest. She felt exhausted. She did not hear the driver when he asked if she wanted to go to the cemetery or return home. Jason approached the car. He tried to look through the dark window to no avail. He looked at the driver who shrugged his shoulders at him. So he pulled on the door handle and slowly opened the car door. He saw the petit body of the young lady curled up on the seat. Her eyes were closed, but she was not crying. She almost looked as if she was sleeping. He lowered himself into the car and gently lifted her head up and rested it back down on his lap. She opened her eyes slightly when he moved her but almost made no acknowledgement toward him otherwise. "Do you want to go to the cemetery?" he asked. She shook her head no. "Do you want to go home, to your studio?" She gave only the slightest nod. Jason gave the driver the address. She did not speak the whole way home. Jason sat quietly running his fingers through her hair. Smoothing it behind her ear and down along her neck. He almost thought she was asleep when they arrived. However, when the car stopped, she opened her eyes and slowly sat up.
"Would you like me to walk you up?" as his crystal blue eyes peered into her aching soul. She shook her head as the driver helped her out of the car. He quickly took her hand and gave it a squeeze as she began to move away without looking back at him.
