There was no response after the 10th knock, Frasier began to worry. Pushing
his hands into his pocket, he pulled out a key and pushed it into the door.
The apartment was dark and it looked like no one was home, but he could
hear Alice's mobile that he brought her when she was born. He closed the
door as quietly as he could and walked over to the lamp next to the big
chair "Don't" Roz sounded like she'd been crying and it worried him even
more "Roz, why are you sitting in the dark?" he waited for a while "Roz,
are you ok?" he made his way to the couch and sat down he felt the blanket
next to him. "What are you doing here?" he turned to face, what he hoped
was Roz "Joanne called and said that you weren't answering your phone and
that you had some bad news today and she asked if I would come over and
make sure that you are ok. At the moment I would say the answer to that is
no" She moved slightly "He died Frasier, he died, he's dead. He is no
longer with us, he...." Roz began to cry "Your new boyfriend?" Roz began to
chuckle and cry "He wasn't my boyfriend, he was my Father" Roz started
crying more and Frasier reach for the lamp and turned it on.
The sunlight streamed through the curtain and lit up her face, Frasier watched her as she slept. Her head was resting on his thighs and her body covered by the blanket, he wasn't sure that she was sleeping first of all not until he heard her snore. She woken once during the night after a bad dream, he had put his arms round her and rocked her gently to sleep.
The rain hits the coffin as it is walked out of the church, the flowers are soaking it up as they move across the grass. The box only held a shell of its owner, the soul would linger around for eternity; the grave was dark and deep and the nearer they got the more the tears fall and the rain got harder. No umbrellas; a crowd of people stood in the rain letting it run over them to wash out the grief, she wouldn't look at the grave her eyes danced across the open grounds stopping to wipe her eyes. She bent over in pain. He put his hand around her waist to steady her; she seemed to be ok with the help. The priest stood in front of the stone and began his sermon; she felt sick and her mouth was drying out. The hand around her waist tightened its grip on the black dress; she had turned around to look at him putting her hand on his. Her head was filled with the events of that night that they had met up, if she had of known that that was the last time she would ever see him again would they have talked about trivial things like the weather and going over the past as though it was important to them then. Frasier lent down and placed a kiss on her forehead while holding Alice's hand.
The coffin slowly lowered to the ground, as it went down so did the tears. Roz looked at Frasier and even though it was raining he could pick her tears and with his free thump gently wiped them away.
The sunlight streamed through the curtain and lit up her face, Frasier watched her as she slept. Her head was resting on his thighs and her body covered by the blanket, he wasn't sure that she was sleeping first of all not until he heard her snore. She woken once during the night after a bad dream, he had put his arms round her and rocked her gently to sleep.
The rain hits the coffin as it is walked out of the church, the flowers are soaking it up as they move across the grass. The box only held a shell of its owner, the soul would linger around for eternity; the grave was dark and deep and the nearer they got the more the tears fall and the rain got harder. No umbrellas; a crowd of people stood in the rain letting it run over them to wash out the grief, she wouldn't look at the grave her eyes danced across the open grounds stopping to wipe her eyes. She bent over in pain. He put his hand around her waist to steady her; she seemed to be ok with the help. The priest stood in front of the stone and began his sermon; she felt sick and her mouth was drying out. The hand around her waist tightened its grip on the black dress; she had turned around to look at him putting her hand on his. Her head was filled with the events of that night that they had met up, if she had of known that that was the last time she would ever see him again would they have talked about trivial things like the weather and going over the past as though it was important to them then. Frasier lent down and placed a kiss on her forehead while holding Alice's hand.
The coffin slowly lowered to the ground, as it went down so did the tears. Roz looked at Frasier and even though it was raining he could pick her tears and with his free thump gently wiped them away.