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| Chapter 11 When I awoke the next morning, or should I say early afternoon, Jeff was gone. He had left a note on the pillow: "I thought you needed your rest, so I didn’t try to wake you. Thanks for listening last night. Please know that when you’re ready to talk, I’m ready to return the favor. I’ll be home in a few days and look forward to our next meeting on the roof. I’ll see you soon. - Jeff" I smiled as I pulled myself out of the bed and took a shower. The next week copied the previous. Michelle and I hung out and had our ‘girl time’, her occasionally throwing in her plug for her brother-in-law. I would just laugh it off as usual. Thursday came along and I headed for the roof with my six-pack in hand. I was there for about ten minutes when I heard his motorcycle pull up in the driveway. I tried to erase the smile from my face, but it was hard. Even harder when I saw his face as he climbed onto the roof. He too was having a hard time hiding his smile. He was starting to feel it too, I could tell. "I remembered the smoke this time." he said holding up his little bag. "Bout time. I was beginning to think you WERE using me for my pot." I poked fun at him. He sat down and I handed him a beer as he packed a bowl in the pipe. An hour later, we were toasted. "So…you ready to talk about it yet?" he asked out of the blue. I wasn’t. "It’s too hard." I said. "It’ll make you feel better." He pushed. "No." I insisted. "Come on. It can’t be that bad." He pushed again. Suddenly, I got angry at his pushiness. I stood up and yelled at him, "I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!" I climbed down the ladder and headed in the house, Jeff at my heels. "JADE, STOP!" he yelled. I didn’t turn around. "It’s just that I’ve told you everything about me and I don’t know anything about you." he said more calmly. "If you don’t know anything about me, then why did you trust me enough to tell me the things you did?" I asked now looking at him. He walked over close to me and put his hand on the side of my face, "I know that you are a good person and whatever it is that’s haunting you, it’s not your fault." "You have no idea" I said pulling away from him and walking towards the living room. I plopped down on the couch. He sat down beside me and looked into my eyes, "No, I don’t. But if you’d trust me enough to tell me, then maybe I could help." I saw the sincerity in his eyes. I knew that I could trust him and against my better judgment, I began to tell him my story. Last Chapter ..*.. Next Chapter ..*.. Chapter Index ..*.. Home |