The Titanic Story Continues
Suzette, Helen, & Rose
"Humm..." thought Suzette out-loud. "This is my first night aboard
Titanic and I want to pick just the right gown to wear to dinner."
"Suzette, are you almost ready?",inturrupted her sister Emily. "Almost",
Suzette answered. Emily was three years younger than her Suzette and they
had gotten an adjoining cabin to their parents' and younger brother. Emily
was already dressed... in a blue gown with white beading. As Emily walked
out of her sister's bedroom, Suzette began to think some more. "Lucy, could
you come here please?", asked Suzette to her maid. "Yes, Miss" answered the
shy girl. "Lucy, could you please lace up my corset now? My parents should
be about ready to go the dining room and I'm not even dressed yet!" "As you
wish", Lucy said respectivly. "Have you decided which one?", Lucy asked,
eyeing the closet. Suzette thought for a moment. "This one." she said. The
dress she pointed to was exquisite. It was a lavendar gown with royal
purple beading. "Oh yes," answered her maid, "that one definetly. You will
be a vision!" "Suzette, now!" inturupted Emily. "Mother and Father are
leaving, NOW!" As Lucy finished lacing the corset, Suzette threw on the
gown, picked up her evening bag, and dashed out the door to her first
dinner abord Titanic.
The two girls looked around the huge Dinning Saloon and soon enough they
found Rose. "Hello Rose, this is Suzette and I'm Helen...we all met
earlier today." she smiled, "Would you like to mingle with us?" Helen
laughed. "So, how old are you Suzette? And Rose, what brings you aboard
Titanic.
Now seated comfortably at her table, Suzette couldn't belive
how >amazing everything appeared. Everything sparkled and shone. It was the
first time any of the china had been used, or the first time the chairs
had >been sat in. It was all new and wonderful...just for them.
Suzette's table was number 11. Around it sat her parents,
sister
Emily, younger brother, a Mr. George Widener and his wife, Mr. Jack
Thayer
Sr., his wife, and their son, Jack Thayer Jr. The others were quite
friendly but none of them were really Suzette's own age, and this made
her a bit uncomfortable.
As they were served, the Captain of the ship mingled with his >wealthy
guests. Suzette could hear he and her father speaking. "Fine
vessel
you've got here Captain." Mr. Ryerson had said, shaking the Captain's
hand. "Only the best for you fine people!" And they laughed.
Half-way through the meal, Mrs. Ryerson excused herself from
the
table because she "wasn't feeling well". Suzette and Emily both agreed
that
their brother's death was taking it's toll on their mother. As dinner was
almost finished, the diners too began to mingle
among
the tables. Suzette's family decided to join in the activity.
She walked, and noded her head in that polite way that was the
fashion at the time. She said hello to her parents' wealthy friends,
and
those her parents would become friends with. After a while, Suzette
decided
to go off on her own. As she excused herself from the circle, she
noticed a
girl sitting alone at a table on the opposite side of the room. So, she
decided to go to her. "Hello." Suzette said. "Oh, hello." the girl said, a
bit
startled.
Holding out her hand, Suzette said, "My name is Suzette Parker Ryerson.
Pleased to make your aqaintence." "Yes, same here, my name is Helen
Ostby."
said Helen. "How are you enjoying yourself so far?" "Oh", began
Suzette,
"it's wonderful. It's quite amazing." Changing the subject she added,
"May
I ask, why are you sitting here alone?" "Well,I was looking for a girl
I
had met this afternoon, a Rose Bukator, but I can't seem to find her."
Helen said dissapointedly. "Ohh..", Suzette moaned, "I know exactally
who
you mean!" I also met her earlier!" "Well, then", Helen said as she got
up,
we'll look for her together!" And the two of them began their search
for Rose. In the back of her mind, Suzette hoped the three of them might
begin
a friendship.
"Oh...yes, fiance!" she laughed "What a stunning ring you have, Rose."
she smiled and nodded, understanding, "Mothers do get bossy when their
little girl is about to be married. But maybe I'm wrong. Let me
guess...she also decided WHO you will be marring, am I right?" She
looked down in her whine glass and finished the rest of the red whine.
"Well, about me...I'm aboard Titanic with my brother, Edward. My cousin,
Henery who's in steerage, also is accompanying me. My stern, but loving
father sent the two boys to find work. I'm required to find a rich
husband." she sighed, but then laughed it off, "I'll be sure that won't
happen." Helen said.
Rose's Tears
Holding her face, Rose ran toward the poop deck. She was sobbing the
whole way there. Her life was meaningless. She had nothing to look
forward to. She bumpped into a third class passenger on the way. It was
the same girl who she had given a knife to to sharpen her pencil. But
she didn't care. She just kept on running. She opened the gate
separating the frist class from the third class and ran fast down the
steps. Her fringed dress was flying this way and that. Her high-heels
clicked on the deck. Rose passed many people but she didn't pay
attention to them; she didn't care. Mascara and all were sliding down
her face. She calmed down as she stopped a few feet from the edge of the
ship. Slowly, Rose made her way to the back of the boat. She held on
hard to the railing and slowly, on foot at a time, she climbed over the
fence. She was now facing the ship. The Ship of Dreams, ha! she thought.
What was sobbing was now just tears as she slowly turned around to face the dreaded
North Atlantic. Down below she heard stompping and music. A
third class party was going on. She pulled her upper body away from the
back of the Titanic and leaned over to look down appon her fate. The
propellers spung around below. She knew that she could be sucked into
the propellers and be killed but that would only quicken her death so
she didn't care. Turning around, she wanted to see if anyone was
there...Maybe, just maybe, someone would actually care about her...
Rose DeWitt Bukater, first class passenger
Dorothy
Dorothy closed her eyes and tried to will tears away. Why was her mother so
unreasonable?
Dorothy tentatively opened her eyes and saw Alice peering curiously at her. She
mouthed the words, "It's okay," to her friend, knowing that it wasn't. If
only she had someone who didn't care about social confines, the strictures
that binded all women. Alice didn't see it...would she ever?
Dorothy heard laughter erupt at a table, and saw a group merrily conversing.
Why wasn't her table so joyous? Was it her fault that she was condemned to
nothing but silence and tears?
Oh, for a friend, thought Dorothy helplessly. A friend would make the voyage
to New York seem all worthwhile.
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