MEMORIES FORGOTTEN / LOVE REMEMBERED
chapter 3
Isabel
Whitman walked through the front doors of the Crashdown and waved to the young
girl at the register. Smiling Isabel walked over to the young
lady.
"Hello Jeannie, have you seen my brother, Max."
"No ma'am,
but I believe Mr. Guerin is in the back room" replied Jeannie turning to a new
customer.
"thanks"
Isabel ha hoped to find Max, she'd wanted to
tell him that she could pick up Alex after all.
Guess I already
missed him she thought.
Smiling, Isabel walked towards the back
to see what Michael was up to.
Walking towards the backroom of the diner,
Isabel couldn't help but think of all the great times they had here at the
CRASHDOWN. Especially in the backroom, where they'd had a lot of secret
meetings, her and Alex, Max and Liz, even Kyle and tess and of course she
couldn't forget about Michael and...and...
Isabel stopped outside the
door to the backroom. Wincing at the sudden headache that had begun.
There was no one else in the group she thought.
But everytime he
thought about Michael, she kept wanting to link his name to someone elses.
That's crazy there was no one else in the group
But Isabel
had this tugging at the back of her mind, as if there was something her mind
wanted to remember, but couldn't. The harder she tried to think about what it
was, the more her headache increased. Shaking her head clear of her thoughts.
Isabel walked through the doors of the backroom.
Stepping into the
backroom, Isabel found Michael asleep on the couch,.All thoughts of a few
moments earlier completely disappearing..
Leaning over, Isabel started to
shake Michael to wake him up.
"Michael!..Michael wake
up...
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Maria Deluca stood in the center of her
living room along with her friend penny. Singing along with the stereo system
and dancing around the house like two teenage high school girls.
Laughing
and out of breathe, the two women fell onto the couch.
Getting up, Penny
went over and filled up their glasses and handed one to Maria.
"You know
penny, I haven't had this much fun in a long time" said Maria taking the
glass.
"me either"
Maria picked up the brochure to the
spa
"I've got to tell you. I can't wait for us to get to the
spa"
"I know what you mean"
Looking at the brochure, I have a
feeling that this is going to be an interesting weekend
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Michael Guerin sat in the den
of his home in Roswell, New Mexico. He'd spent the rest of the afternoon, with
Isabel, keeping her company untill Max had called to say that he was back with
Alex from the airport.
After picking up a few items from the corner
store, Michael went home.
Punching in the numbers to Max's, Michael
listened while the machine picked up.
"Hey Max," said Michael into the
telephone receiver. "Listen I won't be able to make it to the movies tonight.
I'm really behind in my work, and I need to get these plans sent off to Mr.
Stephenson by tomorrow, so I'll probably be up all night working. Maybe next
week OK"
Michael hung up the phone walked into the kitchen and was
getting himself a bowl of pistachio ice cream when the doorbell rang.
He
really wasn't in the mood for company tonight. That's why he'd just told Max he
had to work, when he didn't. The truth was Michael feeling frustrated, and the
thought of sitting through another evening of listening to his happily married
friends talk about their relationships was depressing.
Granted, there was
still Kyle and Tess, but they were both away at the moment.
"Lindsey,
what the hell are you doing here." said Michael gruffly
"Nice to see you
too" said Lindsey stepping inside.
"I'm really not in the mood for any
company tonight"
"Neither am I. You called and told me to come pick up
the papers for the Denton project"
Groaning, Michael rubbed his hands
through his hair what's the matter with me he
thought
"I'm sorry Lindsey, forgive me"
Lindsey looked at Michael
and laughed.
"Pigs must be flying over a frozen lake in hell! Did Michael
Guerin just tell me he was sorry/"
Michael couldn't help
laughing.
"I'll be right back with the papers" said Michael, turning and
going through the living room and into his office.
Lindsey stepped out
from the foyer, and into the living room of Michael's home. She had been
shocked, the first time she had come over to his home. She had expected the
ultimate bachelor pad.
Instead, she'd found a beautiful, two story home,
with a sun room, a huge porch that extended all around the house, along with an
extensive wine cellar, and a grand kitchen filled with everything imaginable.
Plus a nice fireplace.
The walls contained paintings Michael had done
himself.
One particular painting, had always stood out to her. It was of
a young girl, she was sitting on a swing witch hung from a big thick tree in
front of a small house. She wore a glimmering lavender gown with fairy wings and
a wreath of flowers around her head. The girl had long hair with soft curls. Her
face was tilted down, as if she was looking at something on the ground and
smiling.
Michael had painted it himself. It was one of the first
paintings he had done after high school. Countless people had offered to buy it.
But he always turned them down. No matter how much they offered him.
He
had told his friends once, That he didn't know why he couldn't sell the
painting. It was just that he felt like he would lose something if he did and he
might not be able to get it back.
"Here are the papers Lindsey" said
Michael coming up from behind, bringing Lindsey out of her
thoughts?
"Thanks"
Michael looked up to the painting above the
fireplace.
"That's a truly amazing painting Michael, but I've always
wondered, who is the girl in the picture."
Michael thought for a moment
before answering
"My 'SOUL MATE' Lindsey, my 'SOUL MATE.'"