The Cemetery.
"Hello, guys" Keating said as Ginny and Nuts opened the door and stepped into the room "did you have a nice time?"
Warrik stopped walking back and forth and stared at Ginny. "Did you talk to him?"
Ginny nodded and took off her hat. "Of course I did. He gives his regards to everyone."
Keating laughed as if he had heard the best joke of his life. Ginny and Nuts looked at him as he was mad.
"Don't bother, he's dunk" Warrik said sharply.
"I'm not drunk!" Keating exclaimed, raising a bottle of beer "I'm just a little...uh...a little..."
"Cheerful?" Nuts suggested. Keating nodded.
"Yeah, right. Cheerful." He giggled again.
Warrik rolled his eyes. "Irishmice..." he sighed.
"Are you offending me?"
"I would never dare" Warrik said sarcastically, then he looked at Ginny again "did you tell him everything? Will he ask for a priest?"
"Yes. He'll do whatever you want."
"Is he fine?" Fidget asked.
"Yes, he's rather fine. Of course, he's not very happy of his courrent situation, but..."
"Why not?" Patrick slurred "I mean, what ra...mouse in his right mind would pass up the chance to vacation in a such nice place as Newgate Prison?"
Ginny sighed. "Uncle Patrik, I think you should go to..."
Patrick Keating was already snoring on the sofa, with the bottle still in his hand.
"...sleep."
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"Oh, dear Lord!" Warrik exclaimed as they menaged to get Keating in his bed, then he massaged his aching spine "I'm afraid I'm getting too old for this."
Fidged was panting at his side. "Damn, if he's heavy. Are you sure he's not a...I mean..."
"No, he's not a rat" Ginny said with a laughter, putting a blanket on the drunk mouse snoring in the bed "he's truly just a large mouse."
Nuts giggled. "Yeah, not like somebody else..." he teased.
"Oh, shut up!" Ginny snapped.
"Well" said Warrik, glancing to the clock "it's late...maybe I should go home."
"Wait" Ginny exclaimed "I'm coming with you."
"You WHAT?"
"You heard me."
"But..."
"No 'buts'" she simply said, putting on her hat "I must talk with you. Alone."
As they walked out of Keating's home, Ginny grabbed Warrik's arm. "Come."
Warrik blinked. "But my home is not..."
"Just follow me, ok?" she cut him off.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
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"Why have you brought me here?" asked Warrik.
"Just come in" said Ginny, opening the cemetery's gate.
"But it's night, and..."
Ginny grinned. "Are you afraid?" she mocked.
Warrik snorted. "I'm NOT afraid, I was just..."
"Then shut up and come in" she ordered sharply. Warrik began to say something, but he changed his mind as Ginny snarled. "Are you coming or not? I don't have all the night!"
Warrik sighed and passed through the gate, feeling a little uneasy. Ginny closed the gate behind him and began to walk among the tombstones. Warrik hurried after her.
"Why are we here?" he asked again, looking uneasily at the tombstones.
"You don't like my father" Ginny simply said, without answer to him "and I know why."
Warrik shuddered. "What...what do you know?"
"It's for my mother, isn't it?" she said, still staring at the graves.
"How did you...?"
"I've seen her photo into your wallet."
The mouse sighed. "Well..." he began, then he suddenly stopped, searching somenthing inside his poket "wait a moment...where is my..."
Ginny smirked, then she took the wallet from her poket and handed it to him. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You money is still inside, I swear."
Warrik grunted, taking his wallet back. "You're just like him, you know? Like father, like daughter."
"I know it" she said proudly "anyway...you don't like him because of my mother, don't you?"
Warrik shrugged. He couldn't deny the truth anymore. "Yes, that's it. Once I and your father were friends, then...almost twelve years ago...Theresa bursted in our lives. I loved her, but she...she chose...him."
"It hadn' t been my father's fault, you know. She simply made her choice."
"Of course, I know it, but...if she hadn't chose him...maybe she would be still alive."
Ginny simply nodded, staring at the tombstones again, her golden eyes shining in the dark. "Then...why have you accepted to help my father?" she said slowly.
"Just for Theresa" he simply said "I honestly don't know why, but she loved him. And for you, of course. You're her daughter."
Ginny shrugged. "But I'm afraid I'm not very much like her."
"Maybe not physically, but inside you're a lot like her" he smiled "by the way...you have your mother's same voice, you know. I recognized it immediatly."
She smiled back, then she suddenly stopped "We're arrived."
Warrik looked at the white tombstone in front of them, then he shuddered. "Is...is this..."
"My mother's grave" Ginny said softly "besides me and my father, no one knows where she is buried. But now you know it too."
Warrik gulped, looking at the writing on the tombstone.
Theresa R.
brilliant woman, loving mother and beloved wife
1865 – 1892
Rest In Peace
"I tought you would like to see her" she said in a low voice.
Warrik stared at the grave of the woman he once loved, feeling a mixture of fondness and sadness. He looked at the little girl beside him and smiled. "And you were right" he said softly "thank you, Ginny."
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I know, I know, I haven't updated in months...I'm sorry, but at the moment my life is a nice mess and I don't have much free time to spend at the PC. Updates will be rather slow, but I promise I'll eventually finish this story. Enjoy!