An Unwanted Fairytale - vi
Chapter Six: When things move slowly... Their loved ones are always there to try to pick up the pace.
He'd never admit it, but he did try to find her. It wasn't too hard since her parents gave him the phone number she called from a few times.
In the end, when he drove up to the diner to ask her why, or to bring her home, he found that he didn't have the courage. She left him. He didn't want to force her into something unwanted. He had to give her time to decide that what she left behind in Marsdale was worth the shot.
After a few months of no contact, his hope was slipping. It'd been a year now, and he bought the restaurant with the last hope of keeping the memory of them alive.
"Angeline, do you think we're ready to open up again?"
"Yeah, I know there won't much concern over the food or service but its good to get a real sense of things to come."
"Ok, so we re-open in a few days time. I'll make sure the advertisements are run and posters are put up."
"Sounds good. But can I ask a question?"
"Sure."
"Why not change the name of the place?"
He shrugged, "because it's cheaper...? Because it's less complicated...? And hopefully the handful of loyal customers will still return...?"
"I see," she nodded.
"You see what?"
"Never mind," she insisted.
They left the restaurant separately and he continued to sit on the bench where he last saw his Winnie. His heart tore a bit as he watched her with that baby. It reminded him of the dreams they both spun together growing up.
Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed his mother's number.
"Hi Danny," his mother greeted.
"Hi Ma," he replied.
"Can you guess who came to visit me?"
"Winnie did, didn't she?"
"Yes, she did."
"Did she leave her number with you?"
"No, but I left your number with her," his mother revealed only to exclaim, "Oh no!"
"Why? What's wrong? What happened, Ma?"
"Nothing, honey." She recovered after realizing she wasn't supposed to tell him she had his number.
"Ok, well any idea when she'll be contacting me?"
"None at all, honey."
"Oh, ok. Ma, can you make it down to my new restaurant on Friday evening?" He mentioned the name of the restaurant and the name of the place and it's significance wasn't lost on her. She knew this was the restaurant where he had proposed to Winnie. This place meant something to him. A piece of her wanted him to just let go of everything and start new, but having seen Winnie, she knew somehow the two were destined to be together. They just had to jump this bid miscommunication or misunderstanding that was blocking their path.
If they won't move it, I will, Auntie thought. And I think I know just the person to help me.
"Yes, honey I'll be there. Is it ok if I bring along a few friends?"
Danny cocked an eyebrow, since when was my mother a social butterfly?
"Of course, Ma. Just let me know how many in advance, ok?"
"I'll let you know," she agreed with the almost perfect plot forming in her head.
Auntie made a call right after, to Georgia. It wasn't hard to find them in the white pages. After agreeing that this would be a great plan, Georgia made a phone call of her own. Three to be exact.
First, to her husband who agreed that this was a good plan.
Second, to Ara who agreed that this was just what Winnifred needed. She had been pulled up to speed when she got home to a very perturbed Freddie.
And third, she called Winnifred to invite her down for the weekend and if she could make her way down on Friday afternoon. Georgia had the excuse that a babysitter was needed on Saturday evening. Winnifred graciously accepted because it was a chance to be in her beloved hometown with people who loved her for who she was. Even if she wasn't exactly clear on that.
All this nickname business was driving her up the wall.
Perhaps it was time to set everyone straight. This weekend perhaps. She would have to deal with the heartache every time she would hear the name she knew herself by.
In the end, when he drove up to the diner to ask her why, or to bring her home, he found that he didn't have the courage. She left him. He didn't want to force her into something unwanted. He had to give her time to decide that what she left behind in Marsdale was worth the shot.
After a few months of no contact, his hope was slipping. It'd been a year now, and he bought the restaurant with the last hope of keeping the memory of them alive.
"Angeline, do you think we're ready to open up again?"
"Yeah, I know there won't much concern over the food or service but its good to get a real sense of things to come."
"Ok, so we re-open in a few days time. I'll make sure the advertisements are run and posters are put up."
"Sounds good. But can I ask a question?"
"Sure."
"Why not change the name of the place?"
He shrugged, "because it's cheaper...? Because it's less complicated...? And hopefully the handful of loyal customers will still return...?"
"I see," she nodded.
"You see what?"
"Never mind," she insisted.
They left the restaurant separately and he continued to sit on the bench where he last saw his Winnie. His heart tore a bit as he watched her with that baby. It reminded him of the dreams they both spun together growing up.
Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed his mother's number.
"Hi Danny," his mother greeted.
"Hi Ma," he replied.
"Can you guess who came to visit me?"
"Winnie did, didn't she?"
"Yes, she did."
"Did she leave her number with you?"
"No, but I left your number with her," his mother revealed only to exclaim, "Oh no!"
"Why? What's wrong? What happened, Ma?"
"Nothing, honey." She recovered after realizing she wasn't supposed to tell him she had his number.
"Ok, well any idea when she'll be contacting me?"
"None at all, honey."
"Oh, ok. Ma, can you make it down to my new restaurant on Friday evening?" He mentioned the name of the restaurant and the name of the place and it's significance wasn't lost on her. She knew this was the restaurant where he had proposed to Winnie. This place meant something to him. A piece of her wanted him to just let go of everything and start new, but having seen Winnie, she knew somehow the two were destined to be together. They just had to jump this bid miscommunication or misunderstanding that was blocking their path.
If they won't move it, I will, Auntie thought. And I think I know just the person to help me.
"Yes, honey I'll be there. Is it ok if I bring along a few friends?"
Danny cocked an eyebrow, since when was my mother a social butterfly?
"Of course, Ma. Just let me know how many in advance, ok?"
"I'll let you know," she agreed with the almost perfect plot forming in her head.
Auntie made a call right after, to Georgia. It wasn't hard to find them in the white pages. After agreeing that this would be a great plan, Georgia made a phone call of her own. Three to be exact.
First, to her husband who agreed that this was a good plan.
Second, to Ara who agreed that this was just what Winnifred needed. She had been pulled up to speed when she got home to a very perturbed Freddie.
And third, she called Winnifred to invite her down for the weekend and if she could make her way down on Friday afternoon. Georgia had the excuse that a babysitter was needed on Saturday evening. Winnifred graciously accepted because it was a chance to be in her beloved hometown with people who loved her for who she was. Even if she wasn't exactly clear on that.
All this nickname business was driving her up the wall.
Perhaps it was time to set everyone straight. This weekend perhaps. She would have to deal with the heartache every time she would hear the name she knew herself by.
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