There We Go

After all of the cradling and stuff got over I ate a little and went straight to bed. I woke up the next morning to Mrs. Warren bustling, quietly, around the room I had been sleeping in. She smiled warmly at me and came and sat down next to me. She lightly caressed my head as I lay there silently. She stood back up and walked over to the dresser and picked up a dress and walked back to me and laid it down next to me. She smiled again and said it was for me to wear for the day. Since my other clothes had blood and other stuff all over them. I asked her to give me a few minutes and I'd be ready. She left as I got up slowly and put on the dress. I walked over to the vanity and sat down at the mirror in the seat. Mrs. Warren re-entered the room and stood behind me, smiling warmly she asked if I would mind if she braided my hair. I said I wouldn't. She began to braid my hair. I sat there watching her in the mirror. She worked to gracefully and effortlessly as her hands glided around my head placing each strand as it should be so ever gingerly. As she finished she tied the end with a purple ribbon, my mother's favorite color. I stood up turned around and hugged her without even thinking about it or even asking first. She seemed startled at first, but she then relaxed and put her arms around me squeezing just enough to make me feel better. To be honest, if it hadn't been for her and Doc Warren, I probably wouldn't have gotten through the night alone.

I lightly kissed her cheek thanking her for everything and asked if I could borrow her car to run over to Maplewood and get a few things done. She said she didn't mind at all as long as I was back in time for lunch. I said I sure would be and started to walk away. She called for me to, "wait right here," and left and came back with a lovely pair of floral wedged heels. I gasped and put my hand over my mouth, the tears rolling down my cheeks like the rain rolled down my back last night. I ran to her and hugged her tightly as she stood there crying just a little. I stood back and gingerly grabbed the wedges. They had been the wedges that my mother had worn on her wedding day. I asked her if she really wanted me to wear them. She said that's what my mother would have wanted.

I sat on the bench at the vanity and slipped them on and strapped them around my ankle. They fit me perfectly. I asked her how she knew they would fit, she replied with, "You're mother knew you'd fit them so she left them for you, she told me to give them to you when the time was right." The reason I had know they were her wedding shoes was because they were in every one of my mother's wedding photos, on her feet. Except for the one where my father was holding her tight spinning her in a circle. I watched the wedding videos almost every one of their anniversaries. I stood up and walked around a little as Remana watched in awe almost bursting into tears. The reason her name is quite odd is that her parents were not from the U.S, but they wanted her to have an "American" name, but obviously the didn't know what one was. I had called her Auntie Remmie since I was old enough to talk. The reason was that I was never quite able to say Remana. Anyway, I walked gracefully over to her one last time and asked her where the keys to the car were. She told me they were hanging up in the entryway on the hook by the mirror. I said thank you and walked out the door with the keys. They had a few cars in the driveway so I clicked the button on the keyring to find that the car to go with the keys was a sleek, black, beautiful Chevrolet Camaro. I walked in awe over to in and got in. I inside was completely black leather. I started it and it started like a dream. I pulled out of the driveway, turned on the highway, and just started driving. I drove for what seemed like forever, as I was bawling and angry, and pissed all at once. I didn't realize that as I was driving I had sped up to about 100 mph. I looked behind me and noticed the flashing blue and red lights. I pulled to the side of the road and stopped waiting for the officer to get to my window. As I waited I rolled down my window ready for a citation for not having registration on the vehicle. The officer got there and asked for license and registration. I was getting ready to tell him I had neither of those things when he looked closer into my window and noticed who I was. He apologized for what had happened last night and saide if he had lost a dear friend like that, he would want to get away too. He said I could go as long as it didn't happen again. I thanked him and drove off happily. I drove for a while longer before I realized I had stopped at the place the accident had occurred the night before. I got out of the car, and made my way tothe exact spot where my life-long friend, and like a sister had landed. I knew that because there was still blood where she had layed. I got back up after what felt like hours of crying an ugly cry. I finally stood up and drove back to town and stopped by the café to grab a coffee and a plain bagel with plain cream cheese. I also made sure to tell the lady to toast the bagel. They're much better with cream cheese after being toasted. I got back to the car and drove back to the Warren's house.