Chapter6
The day the package arrived I was studying in my room. I was trying to understand Hegel and his Philosophy of right with no success. Why these famous authors write in a way that student cannot understand?
L: Rooooooory
R: I'm in my room
L: A package for you from . uhm let me see . from North Carolina! Do you know anyone there?
R: ..it's a long story...
L: well today is Saturday, so no work. tell me
R: I'm not sure I want to talk about it. yet
L: Yet? Rory, you've never hidden anything from me. at least until now. I'm hurt. do you think I wouldn't understand? You know you can tell me everything
R: I guess it's time to take out the skeleton from my closet. It all started 3 weeks ago ..
After I told my mother the story of the postcard, my reply and the feelings for Tristan, I saw my mother's face turning from curious to serious and finally to unhappy. I know she was thinking about my dad and she wasn't happy to see me involved with a DuGrey.
L: what about Jess? I thought you loved him
R: I do
L: you cannot love two people simultaneously
R: well I don't know what I feel for Tristan, I know that I think about him and I like the way he is, at least the way he is when he writes me. He has changed mom. He's asking for a chance to be a better person
L: not with my daughter
R: mom . this is not up to you. I have to decide what to do
L: Rory, you know I don't really like Jess, but since you're with him, you seem so happy and so relaxed. I hate to admit it but he's making you more a teenager. You're always so wrapped up with your study, and I don't say it's a bad thing. but we have just one life and he's teaching you to find a middle way between being just a good student and being a student with a life
R: I know mom. I love him so much and he makes me happy. But I don't know, maybe it's just that I don't feel like he is completely right. I'm not sure he's THE ONE.
L: and Tristan is?
R: well, I don't know. I feel we have a connection that is not just mental. Maybe you'll think is stupid. but it's about the soul.
L: Rory. are you serious?
R: I can understand if you think I'm saying stupid things. but that's what I feel and I need to know if I am in love with the IDEA of Tristan or the real him. And that I can do just keeping in touch with him
L: did you tell Jess about him?
R: No. I'm planning to say something about Tristan but I just didn't find the right moment
L: well, find it soon because you cannot keep this thing up for much longer. And Jess will soon see that there's something wrong
R: ok I'll do it soon.. mom?
L: hmmm
R: thanks. for listening. and sorry for not telling you. I feel much better now
She smiled at me and she let me alone with my thoughts and my package. When I opened it, I found his letter and a book. I was surprised that he sent me a present but I knew that he wanted to tell me something through the book then I guess I'll have to read it.
Dear Tristan,
Thanks for the book. It was very beautiful, I like the idea of this shepherd who had to travel so far just to understand that what he was looking for was just in the place from where he started. All this idea that sometime we look for things in the wrong place but life at the end will lead us in the right place. It's through mistakes and experience that we grow and we learn to leave.
I can assure you that you'll never be like the people in Hartford's society. I know you're different. For instance, you care for me. You keep in touch with Paris (yes she told me about your phone calls) I mean you know the importance of real friendship.
I guess you want to know how comes that I'm not with Dean anymore. well I just discovered that I didn't really love him. Jess arrived in a time of crisis between Dean and me. He was nice (just with me, he is the town bad- boy) somehow I discovered that behind his façade he was a good person, he reads a lot and therefore, we can talk about everything for hours. He's handsome in his own way. Well he's my best friend that's the most important thing.
Maybe
Maybe he believes me, maybe not.
Maybe the wind on the prairie,
The wind on the sea, maybe,
Somebody, somewhere, maybe can tell.
I will lay my head on his shoulder
And when he asks me I will say yes,
Maybe.*
3 Mary
AN:* part of a poem by Carl Sandburg.
The day the package arrived I was studying in my room. I was trying to understand Hegel and his Philosophy of right with no success. Why these famous authors write in a way that student cannot understand?
L: Rooooooory
R: I'm in my room
L: A package for you from . uhm let me see . from North Carolina! Do you know anyone there?
R: ..it's a long story...
L: well today is Saturday, so no work. tell me
R: I'm not sure I want to talk about it. yet
L: Yet? Rory, you've never hidden anything from me. at least until now. I'm hurt. do you think I wouldn't understand? You know you can tell me everything
R: I guess it's time to take out the skeleton from my closet. It all started 3 weeks ago ..
After I told my mother the story of the postcard, my reply and the feelings for Tristan, I saw my mother's face turning from curious to serious and finally to unhappy. I know she was thinking about my dad and she wasn't happy to see me involved with a DuGrey.
L: what about Jess? I thought you loved him
R: I do
L: you cannot love two people simultaneously
R: well I don't know what I feel for Tristan, I know that I think about him and I like the way he is, at least the way he is when he writes me. He has changed mom. He's asking for a chance to be a better person
L: not with my daughter
R: mom . this is not up to you. I have to decide what to do
L: Rory, you know I don't really like Jess, but since you're with him, you seem so happy and so relaxed. I hate to admit it but he's making you more a teenager. You're always so wrapped up with your study, and I don't say it's a bad thing. but we have just one life and he's teaching you to find a middle way between being just a good student and being a student with a life
R: I know mom. I love him so much and he makes me happy. But I don't know, maybe it's just that I don't feel like he is completely right. I'm not sure he's THE ONE.
L: and Tristan is?
R: well, I don't know. I feel we have a connection that is not just mental. Maybe you'll think is stupid. but it's about the soul.
L: Rory. are you serious?
R: I can understand if you think I'm saying stupid things. but that's what I feel and I need to know if I am in love with the IDEA of Tristan or the real him. And that I can do just keeping in touch with him
L: did you tell Jess about him?
R: No. I'm planning to say something about Tristan but I just didn't find the right moment
L: well, find it soon because you cannot keep this thing up for much longer. And Jess will soon see that there's something wrong
R: ok I'll do it soon.. mom?
L: hmmm
R: thanks. for listening. and sorry for not telling you. I feel much better now
She smiled at me and she let me alone with my thoughts and my package. When I opened it, I found his letter and a book. I was surprised that he sent me a present but I knew that he wanted to tell me something through the book then I guess I'll have to read it.
Dear Tristan,
Thanks for the book. It was very beautiful, I like the idea of this shepherd who had to travel so far just to understand that what he was looking for was just in the place from where he started. All this idea that sometime we look for things in the wrong place but life at the end will lead us in the right place. It's through mistakes and experience that we grow and we learn to leave.
I can assure you that you'll never be like the people in Hartford's society. I know you're different. For instance, you care for me. You keep in touch with Paris (yes she told me about your phone calls) I mean you know the importance of real friendship.
I guess you want to know how comes that I'm not with Dean anymore. well I just discovered that I didn't really love him. Jess arrived in a time of crisis between Dean and me. He was nice (just with me, he is the town bad- boy) somehow I discovered that behind his façade he was a good person, he reads a lot and therefore, we can talk about everything for hours. He's handsome in his own way. Well he's my best friend that's the most important thing.
Maybe
Maybe he believes me, maybe not.
Maybe the wind on the prairie,
The wind on the sea, maybe,
Somebody, somewhere, maybe can tell.
I will lay my head on his shoulder
And when he asks me I will say yes,
Maybe.*
3 Mary
AN:* part of a poem by Carl Sandburg.