I hated writing this chapter. But due to lack of reviews and the fact that I am going away, I felt it must be written. It's very short.
POV- Mark
I couldn't sleep. I stayed up all night worrying about Maureen. I'm scared for her. I went out to go and search for her. I went up and down 34th Street, all around the bohemian village, but no luck. Where could she be? I went back to my apartment.
The phone rang. I heard. "Speak! Hey Mark, it's me, Joanne. Please pick up. It's Maureen. Meet me in the park." Why should I meet her? She was the "other woman". But it was for Maureen. Maybe Joanne knew where she was.
We met in the park.
"Thanks for coming." Joanne said. "I know what's been going on with you and Maureen. But, just last night, we shared a very passionate kiss." I couldn't believe her. "The tango Maureen." We sang together. We kept walking. I pulled out my camera. There were plenty of homeless people on the park benches. Then I saw someone. Slowly I lowered my camera. There was someone on the grass that looked all too familiar. It was Maureen. I ran over to her.
"Maureen! Maureen, come on wake up." Nothing. I shook her harder. "Maureen! Come on. Maureen!" Still nothing. "Oh, no." Joanne began to cry. I went home.
Rachel was in the doorway. "Is mommy alright?" She asked me. She was crying. I remembered I promised Maureen I would never Rachel. "Yes, Mommy's alright." I said. "Where is she?" She asked. I couldn't bear it. I began to cry. "Mommy just went on a little trip." I said. "When will she be back?" Rachel asked. She didn't understand. "Mommy's never coming back."
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