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Chapter Ten: Pick Me Up On Your Way Down
Moving on.

We all attempt to do this at some point in our lives. Whether it is after a loved one's demise, a failed relationship or a broken dream.

This is a most difficult task. As to move on, we have to leave so much baggage behind. Baggage, we sometimes want to cling on to.

Sophie Bremmer had moved many times before. The first time onto a farm in Kansas with her wealthy parents. The second time occurred after a fire at the home she'd moved to the first time. Sophie then went to a children's home 80 miles away. The third time she caught a train to New York to begin her new life there with her first Husband.

Now Sophie was preparing to move again. After giving birth to the two most precious things in her life she had vowed to provide them with a better life away from her fourth Husband, who happened to have been her second Husband also, who happened to be an alcoholic gambler.

Sophie hadn't mustered the courage to inform her Husband that he hadn't fathered the two children. She hadn't found the right time either to inform him that she was leaving him. Oh well, what someone doesn't know can't really hurt them.

The trouble was this fresh start and new life was going to come at a price, a very high price at that. She had never possessed much money, and her savings had been blown in a single night at some casino downtown. Therefore she was now in the predicament in which she was going to have to obtain the cash from another source.

She'd done just that and she wasn't too astonished to find that the cops were now requesting a chat with her.

Sophie Bremmer had moved many times before. Now she was preparing to do it again. Just this time, she had to make sure no one could find her.

Gabrielle couldn't face going back to an empty house. Especially one that reminded her so much of her Ex-Husband who she had just seen munching on some blonde slag's face, everything she'd gained and everything she'd now lost.

There was only three other women in the world that she would allow to see her cry. It didn't take much initiative to guess which three either.

She drove down Wisteria Lane slowly. She passed Susan's house, she couldn't bare the thought of being around her and Mike. It made her want to hurl if she was honest, seeing the two of them so disgustingly happy.

Lynette was out. Tom was in but she didn't fancy waiting for Lynette to come home. Besides, they would have probably been arguing again anyway.

Pulling up outside Bree's house she tried to compose herself. It was a wasted effort. Bree opened the door and immediately sensed something was wrong

"I'll get the chardonnay"

Eliza had half expected to have been punched repeatedly in the face until every bone was well and truly broken when Lynette finally confronted her. However, this was not the case.

Lynette just pushed past her and made her self comfortable on the leather sofa by the electric fire. She remained completely silent but Eliza noticed she never stopped grinding her teeth over and over. She used to do that when she was desperately trying not to open her mouth and say the wrong things. Eliza knew that trick.

So, Eliza thought it was best if she spoke first.

"Do you want the good news or the bad news?" she asked casually.

"No news is good news."

"What do you mean?"

"News changes things. I don't want things to change. I like the way they are."

"If things don't change then everything stays the same though"

"Exactly. That's my point."

"Well aren't you perceptive. Ms. Klaxon would be very impressed."

Ms. Klaxon had been their fifth grade teacher. She made a public spectacle on Friday afternoon of informing Lynette she was a stubborn mare and that her lack of perception would mean she'd be living on state money with excessive amounts of children by the age of 40. Lynette had half proven her wrong.

Eliza continued:

"The good news is that I'm moving. I found an adorable house by the lake. So you won't be seeing much of me anymore"

"Any of you"

"Suit yourself. The bad news is that you marriage will never be fixed."

"And you think you've seen to that do you? You think you've accomplished that? Well you're even more pathetic than I had you down for originally"

"No Lynette, I don't think I've accomplished that. I may've helped it along but you and Tom have done that entirely by yourselves."

"What?"

"It's obvious that you haven't been happy for a long time. Any fool could see that. I don't think you will ever be totally happy Lynette. I hope I've helped you to realise that fact. For you and Tom's sake. He deserves so much better"

Even thought it hadn't come at the point she had expected, Eliza was punched repeatedly in the face.

"Me? Not happy? I'm ecstatic."

No one that knew Mike Delfino well would have said that he was the parental type. But, as Susan's pregnancy had gone on he had found himself growing attached to the idea of one day becoming a Father. Of course he hadn't disregarded the fact that this baby wasn't his. But that wouldn't make him any less of a Father to it in his opinion.

Mike had also been tolerant of Susan's bizarre cravings. He had begrudgingly emerged from the house at a range of times in the early hours of the morning to fetch Susan whatever she desired. His recent expeditions had included pistachio ice cream, chicken tikka sandwiches and onion soup. Needless to say he had found the thought of snuggling up to Susan quite an ordeal afterwards. None of the items she craved were particularly sexy.

This particular evening at around 8 'o clock Susan had developed a sudden urge for treacle tart. This sweet item wasn't accustom in her refrigerator and Bree was busy with a guest so Mike was forced to go out to the grocery store for some. He kissed her, grabbed his wallet off of the sideboard and left the house.

Over the other side of the block, Ian leapt out of the car and seized his chance to talk to Susan alone. He loved this woman. He adored her. He was going to win her back. No matter what.

He knocked on the door quite loudly, ensuring that she would hear him.

She answered the door in the robe he had brought her for her birthday. He smiled.

"Ian?"

"We need to talk Susan."

"But, but Mike will be back soon"

"Please?"

"Okay."

She followed him through to the kitchen and sat down.

Suddenly her craving had disappeared.

We all have to move on in our lives at some point.

The strong can do this with great ease. The weak sometimes need a little help along the way.

Eventually, we all manage to drop the baggage we are carrying. Even if only for a little while.

Because we all know, sometimes in life, our baggage comes back to haunt us.