want to find you too. And yes, I do love you, and that will never change as long as the world keeps turning,” he said. He always reassured her with those words, and to Isaac, it felt that the world had stopped, or that the world was turning the other way. He didn’t know which, but he wanted it to go back to normal. She stopped and looked at him for just a second.
“As long as the world keeps turning,” she said and then looked away. “Is it?”
“Maybe, but I’m not sure anymore,” he said.
Chapter 9
C arrie just sat at the table, listening to the conversation and studying each face. Each time, she would go back to the man sitting next to her, the man who said he was her husband. She was growing to know him. Although she couldn’t remember him, something inside her told her that she loved him, and that frightened her. She was enjoying watching him laugh at the stories that the others were saying, but she really wasn’t paying attention to them. She was watching Isaac.
“Do you remember the time Carrie tried to put on a poetry reading show?” Kate, Carrie’s mother, asked, laughing. “She wanted everyone to come downstairs and listen to her, and when no one wanted to listen, she ran away.” They all laughed at that memory of Carrie having a fit and running down the street.
“Was I always writing?” Carrie asked, suddenly tuned in to the conversation. Her mother stopped laughing and looked at her daughter for the first time. Everyone became silent. “I mean, Isaac said I was a writer. I was just wondering if that was what I always wanted to be.”
“Yes, dear, since you first started to write. I still have your very first poem that you wrote when you were four,” Kate said, almost in tears. “What was it now?” she asked herself, tapping her chin with her finger, “‘I Love My Mom, and my Mom Loves Me.’ I treasure it,” she said, looking up at Carrie with a proud look on her face.
“And do you know what happened to the girls’ father? Isaac said he committed suicide. No one knows why?” Carrie asked, looking at her daughters, whom she didn’t remember even being born. There was a long silence as Kate looked around before saying anything.
“Well, we don’t know why but…” Kate said and broke off.
“I didn’t tell you the whole truth. You do know why, Carrie. You were there, and you don’t like to talk about it,” Isaac said. “I didn’t tell you the whole story because I didn’t want to make you upset.
“Well, tell me,” Carrie demanded. She wanted to know why the girls didn’t have their father. She was hoping it might help her remember.
“You got a phone call that Jake was standing on Lookout Hill with a gun in his hand. He wanted to see you one last time,” Kate said.
“So did I go?” Carrie asked.
“Yes, and I don’t know the whole story. I wasn’t there, but I remember your face when you came home. I can still see the blood splatter all over you,” Kate said, tearing up at the memory. “You never spoke of what happened. You knew why, but you would never say. You spent three days lying in bed.” Carrie looked at her mother with confusion in her eyes.
“I never said?” Carrie asked.
“No, you wanted to keep it locked away,” Kate said, peering up with her head leaning down on her hands.
“Were we together, or were we broken up?” Carrie asked.
“You were together. I thought that you two were going to be together forever. You had been together since you were five. I thought you were just playing around, but then, when you came home and told me you were pregnant, I had to think twice,” Kate offered. “I, for one, am grateful that Isaac came into your life. He has been a great father to the twins, and you have your spirit back. We all thought you were lost forever,” Kate said, looking at Isaac. Isaac was blushing.
“Thank you, Mom,” Isaac said, looking down at the table, trying to hide a smile that he couldn’t help.
“Well, surely
“As long as the world keeps turning,” she said and then looked away. “Is it?”
“Maybe, but I’m not sure anymore,” he said.
Chapter 9
C arrie just sat at the table, listening to the conversation and studying each face. Each time, she would go back to the man sitting next to her, the man who said he was her husband. She was growing to know him. Although she couldn’t remember him, something inside her told her that she loved him, and that frightened her. She was enjoying watching him laugh at the stories that the others were saying, but she really wasn’t paying attention to them. She was watching Isaac.
“Do you remember the time Carrie tried to put on a poetry reading show?” Kate, Carrie’s mother, asked, laughing. “She wanted everyone to come downstairs and listen to her, and when no one wanted to listen, she ran away.” They all laughed at that memory of Carrie having a fit and running down the street.
“Was I always writing?” Carrie asked, suddenly tuned in to the conversation. Her mother stopped laughing and looked at her daughter for the first time. Everyone became silent. “I mean, Isaac said I was a writer. I was just wondering if that was what I always wanted to be.”
“Yes, dear, since you first started to write. I still have your very first poem that you wrote when you were four,” Kate said, almost in tears. “What was it now?” she asked herself, tapping her chin with her finger, “‘I Love My Mom, and my Mom Loves Me.’ I treasure it,” she said, looking up at Carrie with a proud look on her face.
“And do you know what happened to the girls’ father? Isaac said he committed suicide. No one knows why?” Carrie asked, looking at her daughters, whom she didn’t remember even being born. There was a long silence as Kate looked around before saying anything.
“Well, we don’t know why but…” Kate said and broke off.
“I didn’t tell you the whole truth. You do know why, Carrie. You were there, and you don’t like to talk about it,” Isaac said. “I didn’t tell you the whole story because I didn’t want to make you upset.
“Well, tell me,” Carrie demanded. She wanted to know why the girls didn’t have their father. She was hoping it might help her remember.
“You got a phone call that Jake was standing on Lookout Hill with a gun in his hand. He wanted to see you one last time,” Kate said.
“So did I go?” Carrie asked.
“Yes, and I don’t know the whole story. I wasn’t there, but I remember your face when you came home. I can still see the blood splatter all over you,” Kate said, tearing up at the memory. “You never spoke of what happened. You knew why, but you would never say. You spent three days lying in bed.” Carrie looked at her mother with confusion in her eyes.
“I never said?” Carrie asked.
“No, you wanted to keep it locked away,” Kate said, peering up with her head leaning down on her hands.
“Were we together, or were we broken up?” Carrie asked.
“You were together. I thought that you two were going to be together forever. You had been together since you were five. I thought you were just playing around, but then, when you came home and told me you were pregnant, I had to think twice,” Kate offered. “I, for one, am grateful that Isaac came into your life. He has been a great father to the twins, and you have your spirit back. We all thought you were lost forever,” Kate said, looking at Isaac. Isaac was blushing.
“Thank you, Mom,” Isaac said, looking down at the table, trying to hide a smile that he couldn’t help.
“Well, surely
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