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Alicia's Revenge: Chapter Seventeen
Bosco and Faith arrived at the funeral parlor around 1:30. They needed to speak to the funeral director and Bosco wanted some private time to say goodbye to his mother.
They were dressed appropriately, Bosco in a full suit and tie and Faith in a black, three quarter sleeve dress. They actually looked georgous together. One would think they were going out to a fancy dinner, as opposed to going to a wake. Bosco had got Faith to give him a shorter hair style. He wanted to look perfect for his mother.
The director, James Bowen, was balding man of about fifty. He had dark, beady eyes that were too close together. He was very thin and tall, which made him appear gruesome, under the fluresent lights. He shook Bosco's hand and then Faith's.
" Do you want to see her?" he asked, with a lispy voice.
Bosco looked at Faith and back to Mr.Bowen. He swallowed nervously and nodded. He grabbed for Faith's hand as they were escorted to a private room, reserved for family only.
Mr. Bowen opened the door and stood back to let Bosco and Faith through.
Rose was laid out in a blue dress, with white frills on the sleeves. Her hair was done just the way she would have liked it. Her lipstick was done wrong. It was not a shade that she would have chosen, rather, it was one that she would have detested. She liked dark lipstick, not light.
Bosco's hand tightened around Faith's, as if to draw strength from her body. " The lipstick is wrong." he stated, flatly, looking at Mr. Bowen, who was standing behind him. " She never woulda chose that color".
Faith looked back at the man and indicated with her eyes that he should leave. She would handle it herself.
" She can't be seen like this, Faith". Bosco said, his voice beginning to show signs of a real meltdown.
When they were alone, Faith opened her purse and took out her favorite lipstick. She walked over to Rose's body and carefully applied it to her lips for the very last time.
Bosco stood, watching her, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. She was an amazing woman. When Faith was finished, she put the tube in the casket beside Rose and kissed her on the cheek. Kissing a dead body was a really frightning experience, but she did it for her husband and for her dead mother-in-law.
Sensing that he needed a moment alone, she walked over and put her arm around him. " Do you want a few minutes, babe?" she asked, softly.
He nodded and squeezed her hand. " Thanks, Faith. I love you". He started to cry as he moved forward to say his goodbyes.
Faith turned and walked out, closing the door softly behind her.
She sat down on a bench that was just outside the room, exhaling slowly. This was gonna be so hard, she thought to herself.
She closed her eyes and fought back her tears. She really needed to be strong for Bos now.
"Faith?"
She opened her eyes and looked at a tall man in a brown suit. He looked similar to Bosco, so she figured that he was Bosco's dad.
" Yes." she said, looking him up and down. He was a pretty big guy and tall, too. He had brown hair that was starting to show some grey and a gautee.
He extended a hand. " I'm Raymond Boscorelli. I'm glad to meet you."
She took his large hand and shook it. " Pleased to meet you, Mr. Boscorelli." she said, politely.
She didn't want to be rude, but she knew that Bosco would be very upset if he saw her making nice with the father that he hated.
He sensed her reservations and sat down across from her. " I know that Maurice doesn't want to see me. That's ok. I just want you to know how sorry I am for the past. I hope that someday I'll get to meet my grandkids." he said, hope shining in his dark eyes.
Faith licked her lips and shook her head slightly. " I don't know what to tell you, Mr. Boscorelli. Maurice is really upset right now and I think that your being here isn't going to help matters any. He's angry and he's heartbroken. I can't tell what will happen in the future, but Maurice is my husband, and he will decide when and if you get to see them." she said, uneasialy.
She stood up and put her hand on his shoulder. " I hope that he will be able to get past this and that you can repair the damage that was done in the past. I'll be looking forward to that day when you can come and see Logan and Olivia." she said.
" Don't count on it." came an angry voice from behind them.
Bosco was standing outside the doorway, with his arms crossed over his chest. " Get away from him, Faith." he said, harshly.
Raymond stood up and nodded toward his eldest son.
" Maurice. I'm sorry about your mother." he said, sincerely.
Bosco snorted. " Ya. I bet you are. What do you think you're gonna get out of it?" he said, stepping toward his father.
Raymond blanched. " Nothing! Nothing! She was still my wife, you know. I wanted to make sure she was taken care of." he said, trying to avoid further confrontation.
" You wanted to make sure she was taken care of? Oh, just like the past, what...oh, fifteen years, you've been taking care of her too?"he spat, angrily.
Raymond set his jaw firmly. Faith could tell that he was starting to get angry. She stood in between the two men. " Bosco stop it!" she said in a tough, yet firm voice. She put her hand on his chest to stop him from getting any further.
Bosco pointed his finger at Raymond. " No! Why don't you tell her just how well you've taken care of us! Go on! Tell her! Tell her about what a great father you were! Tell her about all those times ma couldn't leave the house because you'd beaten the shit out of her! GO ON YOU PRICK! " Bosco screamed.
Raymond pointed his finger right back. " You clean up your mouth! I'm still your father! And I can still take you across my knee Maurice!" he sputtered.
" You just come over here and try it, old man! I swear you won't be puttin' your hands on anyone else ever again, cause I'll kick your friggin teeth in...." He spat furiously. He was really losing control.
Mr. Bowen came around the corner, very flustered. " What is the problem here! We will not stand for this kind of behaviour here!" he hissed at Bosco and Raymond.
Faith turned to Mr.Bowen. " I'm sorry. It's over and there won't be anymore problems."
It was clear that they both had the same temper problems. Faith grabbed Bosco by the front of his suit and dragged him into the womans bathroom. There were a couple of women powdering their noses, who looked up distainfully when they entered.
" What are you lookin at?" Bosco snapped.
Faith flicked him a scornful glance. " Sorry, Ladies. Do you mind giving us a moment please"? she asked as nicely as she could.
The ladies left the room, not before both of them gave dirty looks to Bosco.
" Ya, ya...keep walkin' old bag." he muttered.
"Bosco! Get a hold of yourself! You are going to ruin your mother's wake! Is that what you want?" she blasted him.
He didn't respond, only looked down at the floor. " Is it"? she pressed.
" No! Dammit! Why were you talking to him? Do you have any idea what that man is capable of? he cried out to her.
" What I do know is that he was talking to be nicely, before you came out. He wants to apologize for the past, please, can't you forgive him just for a couple of days? Then go back to hating him...but just drop this until after the funeral." she pleaded.
He looked at her, the tears welling up in his eyes again. He shook his head and swallowed hard. " Forgiveness? Forgiveness? A man who comes home night after night drunk and beats the crap out of his wife and kids, deserves forgiveness?
A man who would beat up his son's on the night of their school Christmas concert and drag them to that concert with black eyes and bloody noses, so worried about their mother, who is lying on the kitchen floor in a pile of her own blood, that they can hardly remember their lines, deserves forgiveness?" he spit at her, the tears flowing freely down his face.
He wiped them off, his lips trembling. " That man," he said, pointing at the door. " That man will NEVER get my forgiveness! He'll never get Mikey's forgiveness...who knows where he is..but I KNOW that Mikey wouldn't forgive that piece of crap for the way he treated us!
He thinks he's gonna see my children? He will NEVER see them, Faith! NEVER!" he cried out to her. He broke then, and slid down the wall and sat on the floor, his hands wrapped around his knees. Faith, crying herself from his hurt and from his revelations, sat down on the floor beside him. She pryed his hands apart from his knees and positioned herself so she could hug him.
Not for the first time that day, he accepted her comfort. And she was sure it wouldn't be the last.
TBC
Alicia's Revenge: Chapter Seventeen
Bosco and Faith arrived at the funeral parlor around 1:30. They needed to speak to the funeral director and Bosco wanted some private time to say goodbye to his mother.
They were dressed appropriately, Bosco in a full suit and tie and Faith in a black, three quarter sleeve dress. They actually looked georgous together. One would think they were going out to a fancy dinner, as opposed to going to a wake. Bosco had got Faith to give him a shorter hair style. He wanted to look perfect for his mother.
The director, James Bowen, was balding man of about fifty. He had dark, beady eyes that were too close together. He was very thin and tall, which made him appear gruesome, under the fluresent lights. He shook Bosco's hand and then Faith's.
" Do you want to see her?" he asked, with a lispy voice.
Bosco looked at Faith and back to Mr.Bowen. He swallowed nervously and nodded. He grabbed for Faith's hand as they were escorted to a private room, reserved for family only.
Mr. Bowen opened the door and stood back to let Bosco and Faith through.
Rose was laid out in a blue dress, with white frills on the sleeves. Her hair was done just the way she would have liked it. Her lipstick was done wrong. It was not a shade that she would have chosen, rather, it was one that she would have detested. She liked dark lipstick, not light.
Bosco's hand tightened around Faith's, as if to draw strength from her body. " The lipstick is wrong." he stated, flatly, looking at Mr. Bowen, who was standing behind him. " She never woulda chose that color".
Faith looked back at the man and indicated with her eyes that he should leave. She would handle it herself.
" She can't be seen like this, Faith". Bosco said, his voice beginning to show signs of a real meltdown.
When they were alone, Faith opened her purse and took out her favorite lipstick. She walked over to Rose's body and carefully applied it to her lips for the very last time.
Bosco stood, watching her, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. She was an amazing woman. When Faith was finished, she put the tube in the casket beside Rose and kissed her on the cheek. Kissing a dead body was a really frightning experience, but she did it for her husband and for her dead mother-in-law.
Sensing that he needed a moment alone, she walked over and put her arm around him. " Do you want a few minutes, babe?" she asked, softly.
He nodded and squeezed her hand. " Thanks, Faith. I love you". He started to cry as he moved forward to say his goodbyes.
Faith turned and walked out, closing the door softly behind her.
She sat down on a bench that was just outside the room, exhaling slowly. This was gonna be so hard, she thought to herself.
She closed her eyes and fought back her tears. She really needed to be strong for Bos now.
"Faith?"
She opened her eyes and looked at a tall man in a brown suit. He looked similar to Bosco, so she figured that he was Bosco's dad.
" Yes." she said, looking him up and down. He was a pretty big guy and tall, too. He had brown hair that was starting to show some grey and a gautee.
He extended a hand. " I'm Raymond Boscorelli. I'm glad to meet you."
She took his large hand and shook it. " Pleased to meet you, Mr. Boscorelli." she said, politely.
She didn't want to be rude, but she knew that Bosco would be very upset if he saw her making nice with the father that he hated.
He sensed her reservations and sat down across from her. " I know that Maurice doesn't want to see me. That's ok. I just want you to know how sorry I am for the past. I hope that someday I'll get to meet my grandkids." he said, hope shining in his dark eyes.
Faith licked her lips and shook her head slightly. " I don't know what to tell you, Mr. Boscorelli. Maurice is really upset right now and I think that your being here isn't going to help matters any. He's angry and he's heartbroken. I can't tell what will happen in the future, but Maurice is my husband, and he will decide when and if you get to see them." she said, uneasialy.
She stood up and put her hand on his shoulder. " I hope that he will be able to get past this and that you can repair the damage that was done in the past. I'll be looking forward to that day when you can come and see Logan and Olivia." she said.
" Don't count on it." came an angry voice from behind them.
Bosco was standing outside the doorway, with his arms crossed over his chest. " Get away from him, Faith." he said, harshly.
Raymond stood up and nodded toward his eldest son.
" Maurice. I'm sorry about your mother." he said, sincerely.
Bosco snorted. " Ya. I bet you are. What do you think you're gonna get out of it?" he said, stepping toward his father.
Raymond blanched. " Nothing! Nothing! She was still my wife, you know. I wanted to make sure she was taken care of." he said, trying to avoid further confrontation.
" You wanted to make sure she was taken care of? Oh, just like the past, what...oh, fifteen years, you've been taking care of her too?"he spat, angrily.
Raymond set his jaw firmly. Faith could tell that he was starting to get angry. She stood in between the two men. " Bosco stop it!" she said in a tough, yet firm voice. She put her hand on his chest to stop him from getting any further.
Bosco pointed his finger at Raymond. " No! Why don't you tell her just how well you've taken care of us! Go on! Tell her! Tell her about what a great father you were! Tell her about all those times ma couldn't leave the house because you'd beaten the shit out of her! GO ON YOU PRICK! " Bosco screamed.
Raymond pointed his finger right back. " You clean up your mouth! I'm still your father! And I can still take you across my knee Maurice!" he sputtered.
" You just come over here and try it, old man! I swear you won't be puttin' your hands on anyone else ever again, cause I'll kick your friggin teeth in...." He spat furiously. He was really losing control.
Mr. Bowen came around the corner, very flustered. " What is the problem here! We will not stand for this kind of behaviour here!" he hissed at Bosco and Raymond.
Faith turned to Mr.Bowen. " I'm sorry. It's over and there won't be anymore problems."
It was clear that they both had the same temper problems. Faith grabbed Bosco by the front of his suit and dragged him into the womans bathroom. There were a couple of women powdering their noses, who looked up distainfully when they entered.
" What are you lookin at?" Bosco snapped.
Faith flicked him a scornful glance. " Sorry, Ladies. Do you mind giving us a moment please"? she asked as nicely as she could.
The ladies left the room, not before both of them gave dirty looks to Bosco.
" Ya, ya...keep walkin' old bag." he muttered.
"Bosco! Get a hold of yourself! You are going to ruin your mother's wake! Is that what you want?" she blasted him.
He didn't respond, only looked down at the floor. " Is it"? she pressed.
" No! Dammit! Why were you talking to him? Do you have any idea what that man is capable of? he cried out to her.
" What I do know is that he was talking to be nicely, before you came out. He wants to apologize for the past, please, can't you forgive him just for a couple of days? Then go back to hating him...but just drop this until after the funeral." she pleaded.
He looked at her, the tears welling up in his eyes again. He shook his head and swallowed hard. " Forgiveness? Forgiveness? A man who comes home night after night drunk and beats the crap out of his wife and kids, deserves forgiveness?
A man who would beat up his son's on the night of their school Christmas concert and drag them to that concert with black eyes and bloody noses, so worried about their mother, who is lying on the kitchen floor in a pile of her own blood, that they can hardly remember their lines, deserves forgiveness?" he spit at her, the tears flowing freely down his face.
He wiped them off, his lips trembling. " That man," he said, pointing at the door. " That man will NEVER get my forgiveness! He'll never get Mikey's forgiveness...who knows where he is..but I KNOW that Mikey wouldn't forgive that piece of crap for the way he treated us!
He thinks he's gonna see my children? He will NEVER see them, Faith! NEVER!" he cried out to her. He broke then, and slid down the wall and sat on the floor, his hands wrapped around his knees. Faith, crying herself from his hurt and from his revelations, sat down on the floor beside him. She pryed his hands apart from his knees and positioned herself so she could hug him.
Not for the first time that day, he accepted her comfort. And she was sure it wouldn't be the last.
TBC