Katey picked up her blue leather suitcases, and swung her carry-on bag over
her shoulder. She then stuck her hat on, and waved one last, sorry good-
bye to her bedroom, longing to lock herself up in there forever and never
come out.
She closed the door and smiled at her children, who were anxiously waiting in the doorway, waiting for the bell boy to come up with a luggage rack. James was patiently sitting in his armchair, rolling his thumbs between each other. Jessy sat on the floor, vigorously writing in a notebook.
'No doubt writing to Rafael,' Katey thought, feeling a surge go through her body.
James Jr., or JJ as his family would call him, was interested in a rather ragged and old comic book, with grease stains and rips. It had obviously been read once... or twice before. Katey chuckled a bit for the first time she had for the past two days. Her son was a chubby, short 11- year-old, with red hair and a face full of freckles. The red hair had obviously come from his biological mother, January.
January Jacobs had been James' girlfriend before he moved to Cuba, and when he moved back, she evidently still had a thing for him. So, six months after James had moved back, they were married. They were together long enough to have Jessica and James (Jessy and James were named to keep with the 'J' theme of the family, and Katey had broken it). After about two and a half years of marriage, January got up and left out of the blue. That was where Katey came in.
"Mommy! Can we go now?" Jessy whined.
"Be patient, darling. It's a virtue," James replied to his daughter, not opening his eyes.
Katey looked at her 13-year-old daughter as she scowled a bit at her father, and returned to racing her hand across the paper. Jessy was a beautiful girl, far more beautiful than any of her friends. She had long, cascading, chestnut-colored hair which reached the bottom of her waist. Her eyes were deep green and large. Her nose was probably the hardest to describe; it was small, nicely-shaped, and, in other words, perfect. She had a gorgeous smile; her lips were a cherry-red. Her skin was golden, not too brown; just enough to make it the perfect tan.
"Mom! Come on!" James snapped his fingers together in front of his mother's face.
"Wha- oh!" Katey stuttered, breaking her train of thought.
The bell boy stood with most of the luggage packed into the rack and an annoyed face. Katey waved a hand in order to apologize, and then laid her luggage in front of him to put on the rack.
The four lugged themselves down to the main lobby, officially checked out, and then left the building for the last time. Jessy still had her nose in her notebook, JJ was interested in an ice cream cone, and James was busy waving and saying good-bye to everyone, he being the businessman he was. Katey stood by his side, being a loyal wife. She put a smile on her face, and graciously waved as they all piled into the cab, and took off to the airport.
She closed the door and smiled at her children, who were anxiously waiting in the doorway, waiting for the bell boy to come up with a luggage rack. James was patiently sitting in his armchair, rolling his thumbs between each other. Jessy sat on the floor, vigorously writing in a notebook.
'No doubt writing to Rafael,' Katey thought, feeling a surge go through her body.
James Jr., or JJ as his family would call him, was interested in a rather ragged and old comic book, with grease stains and rips. It had obviously been read once... or twice before. Katey chuckled a bit for the first time she had for the past two days. Her son was a chubby, short 11- year-old, with red hair and a face full of freckles. The red hair had obviously come from his biological mother, January.
January Jacobs had been James' girlfriend before he moved to Cuba, and when he moved back, she evidently still had a thing for him. So, six months after James had moved back, they were married. They were together long enough to have Jessica and James (Jessy and James were named to keep with the 'J' theme of the family, and Katey had broken it). After about two and a half years of marriage, January got up and left out of the blue. That was where Katey came in.
"Mommy! Can we go now?" Jessy whined.
"Be patient, darling. It's a virtue," James replied to his daughter, not opening his eyes.
Katey looked at her 13-year-old daughter as she scowled a bit at her father, and returned to racing her hand across the paper. Jessy was a beautiful girl, far more beautiful than any of her friends. She had long, cascading, chestnut-colored hair which reached the bottom of her waist. Her eyes were deep green and large. Her nose was probably the hardest to describe; it was small, nicely-shaped, and, in other words, perfect. She had a gorgeous smile; her lips were a cherry-red. Her skin was golden, not too brown; just enough to make it the perfect tan.
"Mom! Come on!" James snapped his fingers together in front of his mother's face.
"Wha- oh!" Katey stuttered, breaking her train of thought.
The bell boy stood with most of the luggage packed into the rack and an annoyed face. Katey waved a hand in order to apologize, and then laid her luggage in front of him to put on the rack.
The four lugged themselves down to the main lobby, officially checked out, and then left the building for the last time. Jessy still had her nose in her notebook, JJ was interested in an ice cream cone, and James was busy waving and saying good-bye to everyone, he being the businessman he was. Katey stood by his side, being a loyal wife. She put a smile on her face, and graciously waved as they all piled into the cab, and took off to the airport.