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Chapter Thirteen: Chubby's
Bernadette's (Eric's fiancée) POV
I sat on the couch with Eric, his comforting arm around my shoulder. I felt like an outsider here, but why should I? Where Eric was, I belonged. The front door swung open, and that boy…Shawn was his name I think…and that Jonathon Turner man. Shawn looked much more calm than he had before they left, so whatever they did must have helped. Almost as soon as they had removed their heavy winter coats, Cory, Topanga, and Angela walked in…or rather Cory and Topanga walked in. Maybe I should leave…I just feel so out of place here. No…Eric needs me.
Topanga's POV:
I walked in with the others, and we pulled off our coats and sat in the warm room. I was just starting to regain feeling in my toes when Mr. Mathews walked into the room. It just didn't feel right calling him Alan. Oh well…maybe someday.
"Ok everyone, here's the deal. I managed to talk them into allowing us a short visit, so we're going to go to Chubby's now, and then head over to the hospital," he said.
I shuddered at the thought of going out into the cold again, but then decided I wouldn't mind a hot meal. We all struggled into coats and piled out to cars.
Cory's POV:
We pulled in front of Chubby's our old hangout, and I was shocked at how shabby the place looked. I wondered if at had aged or at just been like that to begin with and we never noticed. When we climbed down the stairs into the restaurant, I was surprised at how little the décor had changed. We settled ourselves at a large table, and went up one by one to order. We brought our food to the table and dug in. When I took my first bite of my burger, I almost choked. It was so greasy and so unlike the food he was used to Shelly making. He smiled at the memories it brought back. Nothing like some good old comfort food.
Angela's POV:
We finished our meals as I wondered how I'd ever liked this food. Oh well, the fries were decent, I guess. The conversation turned to Eric's engagement. I hoped they were married soon. Bernadette seemed like a wonderful girl, although uncomfortable with us. Who could blame her? We were putting our coats back on when Mr. Mathews's cell phone rang. He picked it up, and stepped out to take the call. He talked for a moment then returned to our table.
"That was the hospital," he said. "He didn't make it. They lost him about fifteen minutes ago. I guess we really don't need to go to the hospital. How about you all head back to the house and Eric and I will go to the hospital and make arrangements."
The silence that followed was thick with sorrow. I looked around and saw that Amy and Topanga were crying. The guys seemed to be fighting them. I felt a tear slide down my own face, and, as always when I cry, I hated myself for showing any weakness at all.