PLEASE COME TO BOSTON
Chapter Three
Three weeks passed by quickly, and Jack and
Rose were on their way to Santa Monica in no time at all.
At three thirty, Rose and Jack arrived in
Santa Monica. Their parents were waiting for them.
"You guys have explaining to do,"
Ruth said, with Tom standing right behind her.
"Okay," Rose said, holding Jack's hand.
The drive home was silent, but when they got
home, they had to explain.
"Why?" Tom asked, when they sat
down on the couch.
"I love her," Jack said, finally
admitting the truth.
"You're related, though," Ruth
said.
"Mother, shut up," Rose said, finally
letting herself go. "Jack and I love each other. Nothing is wrong with
that, and we are not related!"
Rose ran upstairs to the bathroom, and Jack
just stared at Ruth.
"Are you going to do something,
Jack?" Ruth asked him.
"That's your job, Ruth. She needs you to
talk to her, not her boyfriend," Jack said.
"Whatever you say, Jack," Ruth
said, walking up the stairs to the bathroom.
"Will Rose be okay?" Tom asked
Jack.
"I don't know," Jack said, but he
knew, he knew perfectly if she would or not.