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The Sun Will Shine Again
I ne'er been on a plane 'fore! Lizzie thought as momma
showed her how to fasten her seat belt. Her bear, which she
had name Theodore Edward Bear (when she had told him this
it had made her poppa laugh, Ted E. Bear), was sitting on
her lap along with a book by Jamake Highwater called Anpao
that her mother had bought her at the airport.
She was sitting in the middle between her mother on the aisle
and a woman in thick owl horn glasses by the window. The woman
was old with graying hair pulled up in a bun and had a face
that looked like a hawk's. Her nose was buried in a magazine
called The National Sneak, and she seemed to be thriving
on every word.
I ne're been out o' N'Awlins 'fore et'er.
A little bit of worry came back to her. She was going somewhere
she'd never been before, leaving all the things she loved
far behind her. Her friends in school and the children she
had grown up with in the Guild. Her toys and books, her hamster
and her bird. Her four poster bed with it's pick and blue
flowered bedspread, the baby grand piano in the living room
that Momma had been teaching her to play. The bayou just outside
Are dere bayous in France?~Her guitar in it's case
under her bedroom window, her clothes. Her-
Her guitar! Oh no! She couldn't leave that behind! "Momma!"
She cried out as if in pain as she tried to pull her seat
belt off. Her mother turned to look wildly at her.
"What's wrong Lizzie? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
Her mother grabbed her hands before they could find the catch
to realize her belt.
"My guitar! I got t' get my guitar! Red give it t' me!"
She tried brushing her mother's hands away, but to no avail.
The plane jerked suddenly, a bell sounded and a male voice
filled the cabin.
"This is your captain speaking. We have clearance from
the tower and are now ready to take off. Place all seats and
trays to upright positions and please note the fasten seat
belt and the no smoking signs. Thank you." The ding sounded
again, and the captain was gone.
"Lizzie, Luv, Poppa said he would send for our things,
you'll get you guitar back, I promise." She said smoothing
her daughter's hair away from her face. Lizzie didn't hear
her. She was crying. It wasn't her guitar she was crying for.
Along with the feeling that something was wrong, and the feeling
that she wouldn't see her home and things again, came the
sudden and most frightening feeling of all; that she was about
to lose all she love, her family included.
Remy pulled his Porsche into the driveway behind Juliet's
Corvette, and stepped out of the car. He had promised he wouldn't
come to see them, but he couldn't stand being away from them
for so long. It was going to be harder when he an' Belle were
marred, he knew, but there was no way he was going to stay
away from his daughter.
It was like he was some kind of rope in a game of tug-of-war,
on one end was Juliet, a woman he loved and knew loved him
in return, and Lizzie, his daughter that he had given all
of his heart and soul to. Then on the other end was Belle,
another woman he loved, and his poppa, the man who had pulled
him off the streets, and given him a home and family.
He felt as if he were being torn at the seems.
On the porch he pulled off his boots, he could hear Juliet
now if he walked in still wearing them "No shoes in my
house Remy LeBeau!" He grinned and walked in the door.
"Cherie? Petite Belle?" He called out and
then realized that it was an empty house. He frowned and pulled
off his sunglasses so he could see in the dim light.
"Allo? Any body 'ere?" He walked through the kitchen
and out to the garage, then out the back door. He was the
only soul there. But that didn't make any since. Juliet wouldn't
just walk somewhere, there wasn't anywhere within walking
distance except for Lizzie's bus stop.
He came back inside the house and sat down in a chair in
the living room. Maybe they just went for a walk in the bayou.
An' maybe you jus' kid youself, mon ami, he thought
He stood up again, not wanting to sit, but really not wanting
to stand ether.
He decided he needed a drink. There was a little bar under
Juliet's china cabinet where she kept all of the liqueur in
the house and he walked over and opened it. He pulled out
a bottle of red liquid with cherries in the bottom it, and
pored himself a shot of it. He remembered the first time he'd
ever seen Juliet make this stuff.
"What you makin', cherie?"
"Uh huh. Ten quarts cherries, five pounds sugar,
half a pint brandy, and eight fifths bourbon whiskey, straight.
One sip of this, and you'll be bouncing across the room."
She was right. He put the rest of the bottle back in the
bar, and sat down again. It was then that he noticed the letter
on the end table by where he sat. He put his drink down and
picked up the envelope, ripping it in his haste to get it
With your wedding so close at hand, I couldn't
bare to stay and watch you drift away from me. I'm sure I
could have handled it fine on my own, but I can't let that
happen to Elizabeth. We're leaving for parts unknown, and
I don't believe we will be coming back. Don't expect letters
or phone calls. That would be too hard on Elizabeth.
My heart, Juliet
He lowered the letter to his lap and sat there for what felt
like an eternity. The shadows had crept across the wall by
the time he got up again. Letter crumpled in one hand and
liqueur glass in the other, he walled over to the bar and
pulled out the Cherry Bounce again. Tossing the glass to the
side, he took a swig of the alcohol from the bottle, and dropped
to the floor. By the time he was done with the whole bottle
and another, he still wasn't drunk enough to say he didn't
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