Chapter 42

I watched Jack a little longer, not quite ready to leave him yet.

On his window sill, were three pots filled with blue flowers. Were those the wild flowers he’d bought that day he’d first seen me in Walmart’s parking lot?

July flowers, he’d said. Larkspur.

I was frozen in his door, watching the morning light get brighter around Jack’s body.

We’d had an amazing time together. Throughout the entire first half of the movie, Jack had commented on the costumes, the music, the dialogue, cracking me up with his jokes and clever remarks. But then minutes before the intermission, he’d stopped talking, and I’d turned to see him crying in his sleeve, obviously moved by whatever that selfish little green-eyed woman was blabbering about.

Jack was something else. I’d never known a man so alive and turned on by everything. His mind sped all the time. He had thoughts and opinions on everything. I’d only spent half a night with him, and yet, I knew I wouldn’t easily forget him.