Thanks for the reviews, I'm glad everyone liked the last chapter so much! Hope this one is as good, but to be honest I have no ideas at all whatsoever. I think we are getting close to an Angela/Shawn confrontation, and perhaps some…oh wait…I can't tell you that!! What am I thinking here?
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Chapter Fourteen: Arrangements
Mrs Mathews POV:
I pulled into the driveway, after fighting back tears the whole ride. George Feeny was a wonderful man, and an amazing teacher, and it was extremely to think that no more students would benefit from him. Of course, he had retired three years before, when they decided to close John Adams. Anyway, we all toppeled out of my SUV, and of course, Eric and Bernadette pulled up behind us in the car commonly known as the "Love Bug". Once we were in the kitchen, I had no idea how to occupy these people, so I pulled down the old Monopoly board, and suggested we play a little game. Maybe it would take our minds off of…all this.
Topanga's POV:
I was a little apprehensive at first, but once I decided that Monopoly would be a good distraction I spoke up in favor of the idea. We carted chairs around the table and set up the game. I smiled at Bernadette, who still looked nervous about hanging around with us. Who could blame her? We were mostly strangers, and she didn't even know Feeny. It was so…odd playing with these people. It was almost like all of our animosity was forgotten. It really reminded me of playing games together when we were little, and it truly did ease our minds. Suddenly, the door swung open, and in walked Eric and Mr. Math…Alan.
Eric's POV:
We walked into the kitchen, which seemed so warm after the February air outside. I glanced around, and caught Bernadette's eye. She smiled at me, and I smiled back, and we shared the look that passes between two people who love each other. I cleared my throat.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your game, but we've made the arrangements," I said. "The service will be at the Good Shepard Chapel at 3:00 on Monday, with a burial service to follow." They all nodded agreement, and I headed up to bed, emotionally exhausted.
Angela's POV:
Mrs. Mathews directed us all to a place to sleep, and of course I ended up downstairs on the couch because…well…you know. I fell asleep quickly, but woke up in the night, coughing. I went into the kitchen for a drink of water, and the porch light illuminated Mr. Feeny's garden. I started crying again, and wondered if anyone had told it that its owner wasn't coming back to tend it. It was so weird…thinking that he would never kneel by the flowers and pull the weeds again. I headed back again, knowing that I had a long weekend ahead of me.