I know it's been forever...a hurricane of crap entered my life for awhile.
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"I'm leaving you everything."
"All of it?" Angie's eyes lit up at the prospect, but she wasn't truly happy that her husband was dying. The one time I don't wish death on someone they go off and die on me, she thought bitterly.
"Maddie, you're the loveliest woman who ever lived, and I want you and Sarah to have a perfect life." His words were soft and weak. Sweat covered his dark, heavy brow.
Angie, now known as Maddie, looked soberly down upon her wheezing husband. He'd been so good to her. No, she didn't love the man, but she admired him, and with Angie, that proved to be a feat. She never went out of her way for the man, but she did care about him.
Maddie met the plain looking, middle aged Ronald Tree at the hospital. His mother was suffering with some sort of influenza, and he wasn't even allowed to see her. When she learned he was a wealthy man, she used his hour of need to her advantage. She shared her false life story of tragedy and he readily allowed her to move in with her.
Ron wasn't a pretty man. He was short and stumpy. His arms were covered with thick black hair, as was his face, but his eyes were a soft brown and kind. The most appealing aspect of the man was his money. Maddie flirted until he asked for her hand in marriage. They moved off to New York and lived happily with their newborn, Sarah, until disaster struck. Poor Ron was smothering with a fever, and seemingly nothing could cool it down.
Sarah, a little toddler of two, sat outside in the waiting room with a nurse. She wasn't exceptionally bright, but she was pretty. Her skin was pure and pale, her eyes were a sparkling green, and her hair was a mass of chocolate curls. To her own surprise, Maddie liked her. She was sweet and bubbly, just like her sister had been so long ago. It was almost as if she filled the hole in her heart.
Maddie, whose hair had been dyed a dark black in an effort to keep people from recognizing her, leaned over her husband, listening intently to his whispers about the will. Everything was hers, but she didn't want it. She wasn't quite sure what she wanted until she was ushered out of the room by a frantic nurse. Poor Ron, who loved Maddie with all of his heart, was fading fast.
She took Sarah from the frumpy nurse who had been coddling her and held her in her arms.
"We're moving." She decided as she looked into the emerald eyes.
The child gazed at her in wonder, her thumb in her mouth. Maddie smiled cheerfully.
No, she didn't care if she was sent to jail. She wanted to see Sodapop again.
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The boys were scattered. Ponyboy was busy in his first year of college, Sodapop was trying to earn some extra money so that he could finally marry and settle down with Sandy, and Darry was too busy himself to pay any mind to the other two.
It seemed the crisis that was Angie had been forgotten. The gang never spoke of it. No one said a word about Angie's mysterious disappearance. The only one who cared was her mother, and her mother was an uncared for divorced woman whose ex husband frequented bars and drank himself into a stupor every night. Their whole neighborhood thought it scandalous that they had divorced, and yet still lived together, and never spoke to either of the sullen creatures.
It might seem that she was forgotten in the Curtis household, but she wasn't. The name Angie made their hair stand up and put a sour taste in their mouths. All of them had, at one point, had a sleepless night due to nightmares of her. Sodapop experienced this more than any of them, but he kept it to himself. His life was finally going in the direction he wanted it to go, and nothing could stop him. Angie was gone, possibly even dead, and she wasn't going to come back.
Or so they thought…
