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Chapter Twelve
Talks with Bob
Gordo and Lizzie walked into the now empty classroom, with the exception of the professor, Robert Jones. Bob looked up and saw them and said, "Hey! Did you find any books?"
"No," Lizzie said nervously, "Actually, I have a question if you don't mind me asking."
Bob shrugged, "Sure. What's the question?"
"Well," Lizzie said, looking at Gordo, who nodded his head to encourage her, "This may seem like a strange question to ask, but where do your parents live?"
"What?" Bob said, looking at the two teens as if they were crazy, "What does this have to do with anything?"
"Did they by any chance live in Hill Ridge?" Lizzie asked.
Bob nodded his head, "Yeah, in fact, that's where I grew up."
Lizzie and Gordo looked at each other and smiled. This was getting more exciting by the minute.
Bob looked at the two and noticed their excitement, "They don't live there anymore, though. When I was ten, we moved to Ohio, and after my dad retired, they moved to San Francisco. Wait, why am I telling you this?"
"Your mother's name is Addy, right?"
Bob nodded his head, suspiciously; still unclear of what was going on, "Yeah, that's her name. Why?"
"Well," Lizzie said, biting her lip, "We live in Hill Ridge now, and I think I now live in your mom's old house when she was our age."
"What makes you think that?"
"Well, Gordo and I were cleaning my attic and found a few things that belonged to your mom."
"Like what?"
"Like a diary and a few love letters," Lizzie said. She went into her bag to get the diary and letters and showed them to Bob, who took them.
Lizzie and Gordo waited as Bob looked these over, "Wow!" he said, "My dad always told us he and mom wrote letters to each other as teenagers, but he said he didn't know where they were."
"She must have left them behind," Gordo said, "When she moved."
Flipping through the diary, Bob shook his head, "This is unbelievable. My mother would love to have this."
"You can keep it all if you want," Lizzie said.
"Thank you. Barbara would love these letters for her scrapbook."
"Scrapbook?" Lizzie asked.
Bob smiled, "Yeah, Barbara is my sister and she has decided to make a scrapbook for their fiftieth anniversary coming up in August."
"They have been married fifty years? Wow!" Lizzie said, "That is so sweet!"
"Yeah," Bob said, and then he paused, "Wait, if you came here to give me this, why did you need a pass to the library?"
"We didn't know you worked here," Lizzie said, "We were only trying to find information on your dad on the robbery incident."
"Ahh! The great robbery incident! My dad used to tell us that as we went to bed. It was part of my inspiration to become a lawyer."
"What happened with it?"
Bob shook his head, "It never happened."
"What??" Lizzie said.
"Well, the robbery itself happened, but my father didn't do any of it. He walked into the bank to get money to buy an engagement ring for my mom, but when he heard gun shots from the outside, he went in to see two people on the ground and two people running from the scene. No one else was around, and he saw the guns and was about to get rid of them, but then the police arrived. That is when he was arrested."
"What happened after that?" Lizzie asked.
"Well, he was in jail for almost a year. The trial took two days, and didn't happen until August of the next year. The jury found him innocent, and the day he was let go, he and my mom celebrated by my dad proposing. That very night, they eloped."
"Wow!" Lizzie said, "That is a great story!"
"Yeah, it really is," Bob said, "I didn't really appreciate it until as I got older and did research."
"Cool!" Lizzie said.
"Yeah, it is funny how life works. Their story should go down in history, and I am glad to know that is has had this much influence on you two. My mom would be glad to know that."
"And they lived happily ever after! How sweet!" Lizzie said.
"Well, not quite," Bob said.
"What do you mean," Lizzie said, starting to feel nervous.
"I mean, don't get me wrong, my parents had a classic novel romance, but they definitely had a few obstacles on the way. Take the war, for example. My dad had to go to Korea in the fifties while my mom was expecting my sister. I was already born. When he came back, he was blind, so that was pretty hard."
"Robbie is blind?" Lizzie said, in disbelief, "How sad!"
"It could have been worse. He could have died, so he was lucky. Our mom always was sure to remind us of this. I never resented this for a minute."
Lizzie smiled as she started crying, "That really is an amazing story."
Bob, whose state of mind was saddened looked at Lizzie and smiled, "Thank you for the diary and letters."
"You are welcome," Lizzie said.
Bob smiled, looking at both of the teenagers, "You know, my mom would probably love to meet both of you. Do you think you could come to their anniversary party next week?"
"Really? I would love to meet her!" Lizzie said, "We would love to come!"
"Yeah," Gordo said, nodding his head.
"Great!" Bob said, and he got out a piece of paper and wrote out some information for them about the party.
A few minutes later, Lizzie and Gordo walked out.
"They lived such a fairytale romance!" Lizzie said, "I mean, the part when they eloped after he got out of jail was so romantic!"
Gordo nodded, "Yeah, it was sort of cool."
Lizzie sighed, "Well, I don't know about you, but I feel kind of sad that its all over."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, this whole thing was exciting to me, and I am sorry that we figured everything out so quickly."
"Yeah, but at least now, you can meet Addy," Gordo pointed out.
"True," Lizzie said, "Talk about being in the right place at the right time! Can you believe that that was Addy's son?"
"Yeah, that was really weird," Gordo agreed.
Both of them became silent for a minute, not knowing what to say, until Lizzie spoke up, "So, I guess we should go home, now."
Gordo nodded his head, looking at his watch, "Yeah, we should be home just in time."
Lizzie and Gordo headed for the bus station and a few minutes later, boarded the bus for Hill Ridge. As they were sitting on the train, Lizzie fell asleep and her head ended up on Gordo's shoulder. They stayed like this until their stop, when Gordo shook Lizzie awake.
"We're home," he said.
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***Also, basketball season is coming up and piacere works for the team, and I do too sometimes, so please have patience with us, because we will write, but we can't guarantee a chapter to be put up and we can't make any promises. This goes for our individual stories as well.***
***Did the operetta not reach you or something? Well, we are not repeating it for you. We don't own Lizzie McGuire.***
Chapter Twelve
Talks with Bob
Gordo and Lizzie walked into the now empty classroom, with the exception of the professor, Robert Jones. Bob looked up and saw them and said, "Hey! Did you find any books?"
"No," Lizzie said nervously, "Actually, I have a question if you don't mind me asking."
Bob shrugged, "Sure. What's the question?"
"Well," Lizzie said, looking at Gordo, who nodded his head to encourage her, "This may seem like a strange question to ask, but where do your parents live?"
"What?" Bob said, looking at the two teens as if they were crazy, "What does this have to do with anything?"
"Did they by any chance live in Hill Ridge?" Lizzie asked.
Bob nodded his head, "Yeah, in fact, that's where I grew up."
Lizzie and Gordo looked at each other and smiled. This was getting more exciting by the minute.
Bob looked at the two and noticed their excitement, "They don't live there anymore, though. When I was ten, we moved to Ohio, and after my dad retired, they moved to San Francisco. Wait, why am I telling you this?"
"Your mother's name is Addy, right?"
Bob nodded his head, suspiciously; still unclear of what was going on, "Yeah, that's her name. Why?"
"Well," Lizzie said, biting her lip, "We live in Hill Ridge now, and I think I now live in your mom's old house when she was our age."
"What makes you think that?"
"Well, Gordo and I were cleaning my attic and found a few things that belonged to your mom."
"Like what?"
"Like a diary and a few love letters," Lizzie said. She went into her bag to get the diary and letters and showed them to Bob, who took them.
Lizzie and Gordo waited as Bob looked these over, "Wow!" he said, "My dad always told us he and mom wrote letters to each other as teenagers, but he said he didn't know where they were."
"She must have left them behind," Gordo said, "When she moved."
Flipping through the diary, Bob shook his head, "This is unbelievable. My mother would love to have this."
"You can keep it all if you want," Lizzie said.
"Thank you. Barbara would love these letters for her scrapbook."
"Scrapbook?" Lizzie asked.
Bob smiled, "Yeah, Barbara is my sister and she has decided to make a scrapbook for their fiftieth anniversary coming up in August."
"They have been married fifty years? Wow!" Lizzie said, "That is so sweet!"
"Yeah," Bob said, and then he paused, "Wait, if you came here to give me this, why did you need a pass to the library?"
"We didn't know you worked here," Lizzie said, "We were only trying to find information on your dad on the robbery incident."
"Ahh! The great robbery incident! My dad used to tell us that as we went to bed. It was part of my inspiration to become a lawyer."
"What happened with it?"
Bob shook his head, "It never happened."
"What??" Lizzie said.
"Well, the robbery itself happened, but my father didn't do any of it. He walked into the bank to get money to buy an engagement ring for my mom, but when he heard gun shots from the outside, he went in to see two people on the ground and two people running from the scene. No one else was around, and he saw the guns and was about to get rid of them, but then the police arrived. That is when he was arrested."
"What happened after that?" Lizzie asked.
"Well, he was in jail for almost a year. The trial took two days, and didn't happen until August of the next year. The jury found him innocent, and the day he was let go, he and my mom celebrated by my dad proposing. That very night, they eloped."
"Wow!" Lizzie said, "That is a great story!"
"Yeah, it really is," Bob said, "I didn't really appreciate it until as I got older and did research."
"Cool!" Lizzie said.
"Yeah, it is funny how life works. Their story should go down in history, and I am glad to know that is has had this much influence on you two. My mom would be glad to know that."
"And they lived happily ever after! How sweet!" Lizzie said.
"Well, not quite," Bob said.
"What do you mean," Lizzie said, starting to feel nervous.
"I mean, don't get me wrong, my parents had a classic novel romance, but they definitely had a few obstacles on the way. Take the war, for example. My dad had to go to Korea in the fifties while my mom was expecting my sister. I was already born. When he came back, he was blind, so that was pretty hard."
"Robbie is blind?" Lizzie said, in disbelief, "How sad!"
"It could have been worse. He could have died, so he was lucky. Our mom always was sure to remind us of this. I never resented this for a minute."
Lizzie smiled as she started crying, "That really is an amazing story."
Bob, whose state of mind was saddened looked at Lizzie and smiled, "Thank you for the diary and letters."
"You are welcome," Lizzie said.
Bob smiled, looking at both of the teenagers, "You know, my mom would probably love to meet both of you. Do you think you could come to their anniversary party next week?"
"Really? I would love to meet her!" Lizzie said, "We would love to come!"
"Yeah," Gordo said, nodding his head.
"Great!" Bob said, and he got out a piece of paper and wrote out some information for them about the party.
A few minutes later, Lizzie and Gordo walked out.
"They lived such a fairytale romance!" Lizzie said, "I mean, the part when they eloped after he got out of jail was so romantic!"
Gordo nodded, "Yeah, it was sort of cool."
Lizzie sighed, "Well, I don't know about you, but I feel kind of sad that its all over."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, this whole thing was exciting to me, and I am sorry that we figured everything out so quickly."
"Yeah, but at least now, you can meet Addy," Gordo pointed out.
"True," Lizzie said, "Talk about being in the right place at the right time! Can you believe that that was Addy's son?"
"Yeah, that was really weird," Gordo agreed.
Both of them became silent for a minute, not knowing what to say, until Lizzie spoke up, "So, I guess we should go home, now."
Gordo nodded his head, looking at his watch, "Yeah, we should be home just in time."
Lizzie and Gordo headed for the bus station and a few minutes later, boarded the bus for Hill Ridge. As they were sitting on the train, Lizzie fell asleep and her head ended up on Gordo's shoulder. They stayed like this until their stop, when Gordo shook Lizzie awake.
"We're home," he said.
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