DISCLAIMER: The whole "I don't own it" drift. Yeah. You get the picture. The title of this chappie and the lines at the end come from the song "Everytime You Say Goodbye" by Alison Krauss and Union Station. U-Haul belongs to somebody who is not me...
MY NOTES: Thanks to all reviewers! You guys rock! Sorry to leave you guys hangin'. I have been very busy, and I am getting to be lazy about typing.
Kaykay- Is Mary in Glenoak? No. Is she going to Glenoak? Stay tuned.
Katey- Sorry I didn't see your review when I was doing last chap's notes. Thank you very much!
Shan- Destiny...::sighs:: Yep! No Chuck! If you don't update I won't update...Think I'm kidding? Maybe so, BUT...I wouldn't try to find out...lol...
Camden-Kinkirk- Thanks as always for r/r!
Jules- I love you, doll! But have you ever heard of subtle persuasion? lol. As in "Wouldn't it be cool if Mary and Wilson were together?"
Oy-With-the-Poodles- Thanks for the r/r, and God bless! =D right back atcha!
Andy Kay- Thanks for the r/r! I loves your Simon one shot! I told you that already, though...
CHAPTER THREE: EVERYTIME YOU SAY GOODBYE
Wilson shipped most of his stuff to Glenoak before he left. His mom was going to keep his things until he arrived, so that he wouldn't have to rent a U-Haul.
His landlady babysat Billy the Saturday before they were supposed to leave. Wilson went down to St. Luke's Baptist Church to say one last goodbye to Alyssa.
He pulled into the parking lot and was afraid to get out of his car. He finally forced himself to get out and walk down the hill to the freshly dug mound of dirt that seperated him from the woman who'd shared all his hopes and dreams. He stood beside the grave and just looked at it. He fell to his knees in tears, then picked up a dirt clod and crumbled it in his hands. It was just like his dreams. It had appeared to be as strong as a rock, but it crumbled easily into a pile of dirt.
"Why her?" he asked, looking to the sky as if he expected God to answer audibly.
Then he found himself lying in the dirt, oblivious to the fact that he was staining his new white shirt. Tears were streaming down his face, and he was wishing that he had died instead of Alyssa. This day would have been the six month anniversary of their first date. He pulled a small jewelry box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal a diamond ring. He wiped the tears from his mud-stained face and said, "I was gonna give this to you today, Alyssa. I'm so sorry."
He kissed the tiny box and dug a small hole in the dirt. He pressed the box down into the ground and covered it with dirt. "It's yours forever," he said. "And so am I."
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Mary headed back to Glenoak as soon as it was safe for little Charlie to travel. She sold alot, packed what she could, and let Carlos take the rest.
She swore never to get married again. She had thought Carlos was the one. But it was obvious that he wasn't.
At least he'd given her full custody of Charlie. There was that to be happy for. But even Charlie served as a reminder of Carlos.
When Mary arrived in Glenoak, she wasn't surprised that there was no welcome party. She hadn't told anyone that she was coming. She drove to the house where her family lived, but when she got there, noone was home. She sat on the front porch for a while, holding Charlie. Lucy and Kevin pulled into the driveway nearly twenty minutes later. Lucy was out of their black Grand Am as soon as it stopped rolling. Then she was running up the porch to see her big sister. Mary stood up, holding Charlie tight.
"Mary, what are you doing here?" Lucy asked.
Mary started to answer, but Lucy immediately cut her off when she saw Mary's tiny bundle. "Who's this?"
"Lucy," Mary said with a forced smile, "Meet your nephew. Chrles Timothy Rivera."
Lucy was shocked. "You didn't tell me you..."
"Were pregnant? Yeah, I know. I didn't. I didn't want you guys to make a big deal out of it."
"But it is a big deal! I have a new nephew!"
"Yep. So, where is everybody."
Lucy scratched her head in comical Lucy fashion. "Let's see... Simon and Cecilia took Emily to the mall for new clothes. Ruthie's at Peter's, Martin's over at Mac's...And Mom, Dad, and the twins are shopping for groceries."
Mary raised one eyebrow. "Who's Martin?"
"Long story. But I'll tell you later. Where's Carlos?"
Mary visibly winced. "Um...he couldn't come this time. But he said to tell everyone hi."
Lucy probed Mary's face, but she could find no answer to her unspoken question.
Mary quickly changed the subject. "I thought you two moved out."
"We did. But we're over here alot. We're having dinner here tonight."
"But, how do you know where everybody is?"
"Habit...Everybody knows that if they're not here, it might be possible to get them at my house. So I keep up with where they are. Plus, if I need to call anybody, I know where they are."
Mary nodded, completely confused, as usual, by Lucy and what everyone referred to as...well...her insanity.
"Are you staying for dinner?" asked Kevin, who had just walked up the steps to the porch, after allowing Mary and Lucy to have a short sisterly reunion.
"Yeah...I guess so."
"Good. Come on in!" Lucy said.
Mary followed Lucy into the house. She closed the door behind her, the smells of home flooding her with memories. The lilac air freshener that her mom always used in the entry reminded her of meeting her old boyfriends at the door, hoping that they'd make it out of the house before her dad got the chance to interrogate them. Then a look into the livingroom broke her heart with the memory of the day she'd met Carlos, and brought him home for Christmas. She could see herself sitting on the floor playing "Go Fish!" with her ex-husband. Long before he was her husband. The smell of leather reminded her of her dad and his Bible. The scent of furniture polish brought to her mind a picture of her mom cleaning the livingroom.
She and Lucy talked for a while. About nothing in particular, just random things. Charlie got a little fussy, so Mary had to feed him and change him.
As they sat together chatting, Lucy kept bringing up Carlos, and Mary kept skirting around the subject. She didn't want to talk about Carlos.
"Where are you staying while you're in town?" Lucy asked.
"Um...I was kinda hoping I could stay here."
"Let's see," Lucy said, deep in thought. "You can stay in Simon's old room."
"Where's he gonna stay?"
"He and Cecilia and Emily stay in the garage apartment."
"Oh, yeah. I forgot."
"Well, anyway...Let's get your stuff upstairs."
"OK."
Lucy called Kevin back into the room to help them. He got Mary's bigger bag. Lucy grabbed the smaller one, and Mary took her purse and diaper bag.
It wasn't long before people began streaming into the house. First were Martin and Mac. Lucy added a plate to the stack, since Martin had invited Mac at the last minute. Ruthie showed up with Peter and Lucy added another plate to the stack. Yes, things were normal in the Camden household.
Ruthie didn't see Mary, who was sitting in the back corner, until she said, "Hey Ruthie, come meet your nephew."
Ruthie spun around, nearly in shock. "Mary?"
Mary nodded, and Ruthie ran over to give her a hug.
Ruthie looked at the baby. "Is this..."
Mary nodded. "Ruthie, meet your nephew, Charles Timothy Rivera. But you can call him Charlie."
"Hi, Charlie," Ruthie said, holding his tiny hand.
He cooed contentedly at his young aunt.
"See, Ruthie, he likes you already."
Ruthie smiled. "Where's Carlos?"
Mary restated her alibi. "He couldn't come, but he said to tell everybody 'hi.'"
"Oh. OK." Ruthie looked at Mary, not quite believing her.
Peter came over to say hello. He'd met Mary once at Lucy's wedding, and then at Simon and Cecilia's. He liked her well enough, but she always seemed to have something to hide. And that was one thing he did not like.
Annie and Eric showed up just a little later, both shocked to see their oldest daughter standing in the kitchen with with a baby in her arm.
"Mary!" Annie exclaimed, putting the groceries on the counter and running over to hug her.
She looked at Charlie, but couldn't voice her questions.
"Mom, this is your grandson, Charles Timothy Rivera," Mary supplied.
"Oh, Mary, he's..." Annie wiped a tear from her eye. Mary let her hold the baby while Eric came over for his hug.
"Where's Carlos?" Eric asked.
Mary simply told her same little lie.
Eric took his turn holding his grandson while Annie cooked dinner.
Simon, Cecilia, and their one-year-old daughter, Emily, were the last to show up. Even Emily oohed and aahed over her new cousin. And, of course, Simon had to ask where Carlos was. But Mary just repeated her well-rehearsed lie.
As they gathered to eat, Mary had the sinking feeling that her secret was going to come out. It was only a matter of time.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Look at the sky, baby,
What do you see?
Must be the tears that I've cried,
Falling down like rain on the ground
Everytime you say goodbye.
...............
A/N: I love reviews more than I love Simon...And believe me, that is saying one heck of alot, since I wanna marry Simon. Too bad Simon doesn't exist... :( That was a crying face, but ff.net will take out the tear, and prolly the nose, since they aren't language characters... But anywho...
MY NOTES: Thanks to all reviewers! You guys rock! Sorry to leave you guys hangin'. I have been very busy, and I am getting to be lazy about typing.
Kaykay- Is Mary in Glenoak? No. Is she going to Glenoak? Stay tuned.
Katey- Sorry I didn't see your review when I was doing last chap's notes. Thank you very much!
Shan- Destiny...::sighs:: Yep! No Chuck! If you don't update I won't update...Think I'm kidding? Maybe so, BUT...I wouldn't try to find out...lol...
Camden-Kinkirk- Thanks as always for r/r!
Jules- I love you, doll! But have you ever heard of subtle persuasion? lol. As in "Wouldn't it be cool if Mary and Wilson were together?"
Oy-With-the-Poodles- Thanks for the r/r, and God bless! =D right back atcha!
Andy Kay- Thanks for the r/r! I loves your Simon one shot! I told you that already, though...
CHAPTER THREE: EVERYTIME YOU SAY GOODBYE
Wilson shipped most of his stuff to Glenoak before he left. His mom was going to keep his things until he arrived, so that he wouldn't have to rent a U-Haul.
His landlady babysat Billy the Saturday before they were supposed to leave. Wilson went down to St. Luke's Baptist Church to say one last goodbye to Alyssa.
He pulled into the parking lot and was afraid to get out of his car. He finally forced himself to get out and walk down the hill to the freshly dug mound of dirt that seperated him from the woman who'd shared all his hopes and dreams. He stood beside the grave and just looked at it. He fell to his knees in tears, then picked up a dirt clod and crumbled it in his hands. It was just like his dreams. It had appeared to be as strong as a rock, but it crumbled easily into a pile of dirt.
"Why her?" he asked, looking to the sky as if he expected God to answer audibly.
Then he found himself lying in the dirt, oblivious to the fact that he was staining his new white shirt. Tears were streaming down his face, and he was wishing that he had died instead of Alyssa. This day would have been the six month anniversary of their first date. He pulled a small jewelry box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal a diamond ring. He wiped the tears from his mud-stained face and said, "I was gonna give this to you today, Alyssa. I'm so sorry."
He kissed the tiny box and dug a small hole in the dirt. He pressed the box down into the ground and covered it with dirt. "It's yours forever," he said. "And so am I."
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Mary headed back to Glenoak as soon as it was safe for little Charlie to travel. She sold alot, packed what she could, and let Carlos take the rest.
She swore never to get married again. She had thought Carlos was the one. But it was obvious that he wasn't.
At least he'd given her full custody of Charlie. There was that to be happy for. But even Charlie served as a reminder of Carlos.
When Mary arrived in Glenoak, she wasn't surprised that there was no welcome party. She hadn't told anyone that she was coming. She drove to the house where her family lived, but when she got there, noone was home. She sat on the front porch for a while, holding Charlie. Lucy and Kevin pulled into the driveway nearly twenty minutes later. Lucy was out of their black Grand Am as soon as it stopped rolling. Then she was running up the porch to see her big sister. Mary stood up, holding Charlie tight.
"Mary, what are you doing here?" Lucy asked.
Mary started to answer, but Lucy immediately cut her off when she saw Mary's tiny bundle. "Who's this?"
"Lucy," Mary said with a forced smile, "Meet your nephew. Chrles Timothy Rivera."
Lucy was shocked. "You didn't tell me you..."
"Were pregnant? Yeah, I know. I didn't. I didn't want you guys to make a big deal out of it."
"But it is a big deal! I have a new nephew!"
"Yep. So, where is everybody."
Lucy scratched her head in comical Lucy fashion. "Let's see... Simon and Cecilia took Emily to the mall for new clothes. Ruthie's at Peter's, Martin's over at Mac's...And Mom, Dad, and the twins are shopping for groceries."
Mary raised one eyebrow. "Who's Martin?"
"Long story. But I'll tell you later. Where's Carlos?"
Mary visibly winced. "Um...he couldn't come this time. But he said to tell everyone hi."
Lucy probed Mary's face, but she could find no answer to her unspoken question.
Mary quickly changed the subject. "I thought you two moved out."
"We did. But we're over here alot. We're having dinner here tonight."
"But, how do you know where everybody is?"
"Habit...Everybody knows that if they're not here, it might be possible to get them at my house. So I keep up with where they are. Plus, if I need to call anybody, I know where they are."
Mary nodded, completely confused, as usual, by Lucy and what everyone referred to as...well...her insanity.
"Are you staying for dinner?" asked Kevin, who had just walked up the steps to the porch, after allowing Mary and Lucy to have a short sisterly reunion.
"Yeah...I guess so."
"Good. Come on in!" Lucy said.
Mary followed Lucy into the house. She closed the door behind her, the smells of home flooding her with memories. The lilac air freshener that her mom always used in the entry reminded her of meeting her old boyfriends at the door, hoping that they'd make it out of the house before her dad got the chance to interrogate them. Then a look into the livingroom broke her heart with the memory of the day she'd met Carlos, and brought him home for Christmas. She could see herself sitting on the floor playing "Go Fish!" with her ex-husband. Long before he was her husband. The smell of leather reminded her of her dad and his Bible. The scent of furniture polish brought to her mind a picture of her mom cleaning the livingroom.
She and Lucy talked for a while. About nothing in particular, just random things. Charlie got a little fussy, so Mary had to feed him and change him.
As they sat together chatting, Lucy kept bringing up Carlos, and Mary kept skirting around the subject. She didn't want to talk about Carlos.
"Where are you staying while you're in town?" Lucy asked.
"Um...I was kinda hoping I could stay here."
"Let's see," Lucy said, deep in thought. "You can stay in Simon's old room."
"Where's he gonna stay?"
"He and Cecilia and Emily stay in the garage apartment."
"Oh, yeah. I forgot."
"Well, anyway...Let's get your stuff upstairs."
"OK."
Lucy called Kevin back into the room to help them. He got Mary's bigger bag. Lucy grabbed the smaller one, and Mary took her purse and diaper bag.
It wasn't long before people began streaming into the house. First were Martin and Mac. Lucy added a plate to the stack, since Martin had invited Mac at the last minute. Ruthie showed up with Peter and Lucy added another plate to the stack. Yes, things were normal in the Camden household.
Ruthie didn't see Mary, who was sitting in the back corner, until she said, "Hey Ruthie, come meet your nephew."
Ruthie spun around, nearly in shock. "Mary?"
Mary nodded, and Ruthie ran over to give her a hug.
Ruthie looked at the baby. "Is this..."
Mary nodded. "Ruthie, meet your nephew, Charles Timothy Rivera. But you can call him Charlie."
"Hi, Charlie," Ruthie said, holding his tiny hand.
He cooed contentedly at his young aunt.
"See, Ruthie, he likes you already."
Ruthie smiled. "Where's Carlos?"
Mary restated her alibi. "He couldn't come, but he said to tell everybody 'hi.'"
"Oh. OK." Ruthie looked at Mary, not quite believing her.
Peter came over to say hello. He'd met Mary once at Lucy's wedding, and then at Simon and Cecilia's. He liked her well enough, but she always seemed to have something to hide. And that was one thing he did not like.
Annie and Eric showed up just a little later, both shocked to see their oldest daughter standing in the kitchen with with a baby in her arm.
"Mary!" Annie exclaimed, putting the groceries on the counter and running over to hug her.
She looked at Charlie, but couldn't voice her questions.
"Mom, this is your grandson, Charles Timothy Rivera," Mary supplied.
"Oh, Mary, he's..." Annie wiped a tear from her eye. Mary let her hold the baby while Eric came over for his hug.
"Where's Carlos?" Eric asked.
Mary simply told her same little lie.
Eric took his turn holding his grandson while Annie cooked dinner.
Simon, Cecilia, and their one-year-old daughter, Emily, were the last to show up. Even Emily oohed and aahed over her new cousin. And, of course, Simon had to ask where Carlos was. But Mary just repeated her well-rehearsed lie.
As they gathered to eat, Mary had the sinking feeling that her secret was going to come out. It was only a matter of time.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Look at the sky, baby,
What do you see?
Must be the tears that I've cried,
Falling down like rain on the ground
Everytime you say goodbye.
...............
A/N: I love reviews more than I love Simon...And believe me, that is saying one heck of alot, since I wanna marry Simon. Too bad Simon doesn't exist... :( That was a crying face, but ff.net will take out the tear, and prolly the nose, since they aren't language characters... But anywho...