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Date Posted: 14:56:10 06/21/02 Fri
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: TT 29
In reply to: Esme 's message, "Turned Tables" on 22:54:00 05/03/02 Fri

Michael awoke the next morning with a yawn. He had given his mother and sister his bed and had taken the couch. Stretching he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He got up and proceeded to the bathroom to take a shower.

Ten minutes later he emerged dressed in a pair of jeans and was rubbing a towel over his short hair. He smelt coffee and smiled as he saw his mother in the kitchen. Walking over to her he hugged her and kissed her cheek.

“Good morning, Maman. Where is Isabella?”

“She’s asleep. I am afraid she doesn’t travel to different time zones very often.”

Michael nodded as he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat at the table. His mother joined him and he looked at her. “Why did you come?”

“I missed you, Michel. Isabella and I, we needed to see you. I needed to make sure you are alright. You’re father has changed. It’s been a long time.”

Michael shook his head. “Not long enough.”

“Michael, what did he do that makes you hate him so?”

Michael swallowed the lump in his throat and closed his eyes. It amazed him how much it still hurt even after so long. Looking at a point above his mother’s shoulder he took a deep breath.

“I can’t, he murmured before getting up.

Maria watched as he went into his closet and grabbed a t-shirt. He stopped and looked as Isabella before putting on the shirt. He grabbed his keys and left without another word. She stared at the door in silence her heart aching for her son. < Oh Robert, what have you done that makes our son hate you?> Shaking her head she went to the bathroom and took a shower.
****
Michael sat on a bench in a nearby park. His eyes clouded by memories of the past. His breath came in small silent gasps and tears welled up in his eyes. A vision of a petite Asian filled his mind and he closed his eyes.

Her face morphed into memories held dear by him. Memories of her laughing, crying, and sleeping ran through his mind. His image of them lying in bed after making love caused a tear to escape, running down his cheek. Sighing he wiped it away. Then came the most dreaded memory he possessed.

His mind relived the moment when he lost the most important person in his life. They were eating lunch across the street from Simone’s job. They had just graduated lycée a month ago and were engaged to be married. She was working for the police department and he had asked her to have lunch with him that day. Afterwards she was going to go shopping for a new dress.

It had been a great day and they were just enjoying each others company. Then she looked regretfully at her watch and rose. He walked her to her car and pulled her towards him with a smile. His mouth claimed hers in a soft kiss that grew passionate. She promised to se him later and they were going to finish that kiss later. He had smiled and opened the door for her. They both murmured ‘I love you,’ and Michael watched her drive away. It was the last time he would ever touch her again.

He was turning to walk towards his own car when a blast of heat and a loud explosion threw him off his feet. Landing on the sidewalk painfully hard he sat up and saw Simone’s small Citroën in flames. He stood up clutching his ribs when another small explosion engulfed the small car anew.

“Simone!”

He didn’t remember what had happened next. The next thing he knew was that his mother was there and she was so very concerned for him.

A few months later he moved away from home and began building a life for himself in the United States. He left his mother confused as to why he left but he left because of what happened with Simone and when he learned of the part his father played in her death.
****
Michael opened his eyes and felt so old. He pinched the bridge of his nose and stood up. He looked skyward and took a deep breath. He began to walk home slowly. He remembered his vow to never forgive his father and to never tell anyone else what his father had done.

He arrived at his apartment and began to work out something to tell his mother why he had behaved the way he did. His mind ran through possible scenarios and he settled on telling her that it was his problem and that only he and Papa could deal with.

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