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Title: Decisions.
Chapter 8
This is a story I wrote in Italian more or less 2 years ago, it’s my the first BBM fiction, since then I started writing in English directly.
This is an AU settled in normal time and place, different from my Bluebells and Roses.
Disclaimer: the talented Mrs. Proulx owns the original story and characters.
Special thanks again to my dear beta Sam, her work is more useful than ever here.
I’m very sorry for the long delay, I’ve moved office in December and lots of other important things had to be done, too.
I hope I can continue this effort, really I hope.
Jack said they could meet halfway, so Ennis left Riverton early in the morning.
He was dying to do something, since hearing Jack on the phone on Monday evening he had been counting every minute. They had to meet on Sunday because Ennis couldn’t get a day off, and they had only a few hours to spend together, but it didn’t matter.
“I’ll wait for you,” Jack had said on the phone, and Ennis hoped that wait would be worth it.
The fact that he and Jack had only slept in the same bed in Texas, nothing more, had merely heightened his desire in the following weeks, leaving Ennis with an ache still unsatisfied.
Alma was out of the question, too, so he confided in his hand, alone in the bathroom at night.
Now he could tell Jack the news, but Ennis was already feeling more free. He no longer had to feel guilty for what they had done together during their fishing trips, behind Alma’s back.
He managed to reach an agreement with Alma for visiting rights, but his wife expected to receive a monthly support for their daughters - the lawyer said the judge surely would agree to such a request - so work become more and more important for Ennis.
For some time, a year maybe, he couldn‘t have a full week free to see Jack, but Ennis wanted to show Alma he would be able to support the girls.
He would discuss this with Jack, who would understand him, like always, and maybe there was a way out, to find a nearer place, to change life again. But Ennis had learned something important during his first journey to Texas: he couldn’t give Jack up.
Meanwhile, Jack was having his truck serviced, ready to drive north. His first idea was to leave early in the morning, but he was too tired. He was working too much, to forget the nights, when he had to go to bed in a silent home, after a lonely dinner of take-out food. Lureen had moved to her old family ranch.
The house was so still Jack could hear himself breathe, and when sometimes he woke up alone at night he was afraid he had gone deaf.
His mother was calling every other day trying to persuade him to go north, but it was a different north he was driving to, now.
Ennis had to drive a long way, but this second trip was different. The first time, he didn’t remember anyof the places the passed through. His eyes had been fixed on the road, guided by an overwhelming instinct - the same one that drove animals when they migrated - concentrating on the thin black ribbon, ignoring cold, food and tiredness for long hours.
Jack repeated on the phone that he should be careful; the miles were long and Ennis’ old truck wasn’t as reliable as his own.
But the weather was good, some clouds to partially block the sun and the reflex over the everlasting plain. Ennis ate something at a small cafè - he was used now to eating alone - and reached the railroad station of his destination late in the afternoon. Jack’s truck was parked a few lots away.
TBC
Chapter 8
This is a story I wrote in Italian more or less 2 years ago, it’s my the first BBM fiction, since then I started writing in English directly.
This is an AU settled in normal time and place, different from my Bluebells and Roses.
Disclaimer: the talented Mrs. Proulx owns the original story and characters.
Special thanks again to my dear beta Sam, her work is more useful than ever here.
I’m very sorry for the long delay, I’ve moved office in December and lots of other important things had to be done, too.
I hope I can continue this effort, really I hope.
Jack said they could meet halfway, so Ennis left Riverton early in the morning.
He was dying to do something, since hearing Jack on the phone on Monday evening he had been counting every minute. They had to meet on Sunday because Ennis couldn’t get a day off, and they had only a few hours to spend together, but it didn’t matter.
“I’ll wait for you,” Jack had said on the phone, and Ennis hoped that wait would be worth it.
The fact that he and Jack had only slept in the same bed in Texas, nothing more, had merely heightened his desire in the following weeks, leaving Ennis with an ache still unsatisfied.
Alma was out of the question, too, so he confided in his hand, alone in the bathroom at night.
Now he could tell Jack the news, but Ennis was already feeling more free. He no longer had to feel guilty for what they had done together during their fishing trips, behind Alma’s back.
He managed to reach an agreement with Alma for visiting rights, but his wife expected to receive a monthly support for their daughters - the lawyer said the judge surely would agree to such a request - so work become more and more important for Ennis.
For some time, a year maybe, he couldn‘t have a full week free to see Jack, but Ennis wanted to show Alma he would be able to support the girls.
He would discuss this with Jack, who would understand him, like always, and maybe there was a way out, to find a nearer place, to change life again. But Ennis had learned something important during his first journey to Texas: he couldn’t give Jack up.
Meanwhile, Jack was having his truck serviced, ready to drive north. His first idea was to leave early in the morning, but he was too tired. He was working too much, to forget the nights, when he had to go to bed in a silent home, after a lonely dinner of take-out food. Lureen had moved to her old family ranch.
The house was so still Jack could hear himself breathe, and when sometimes he woke up alone at night he was afraid he had gone deaf.
His mother was calling every other day trying to persuade him to go north, but it was a different north he was driving to, now.
Ennis had to drive a long way, but this second trip was different. The first time, he didn’t remember anyof the places the passed through. His eyes had been fixed on the road, guided by an overwhelming instinct - the same one that drove animals when they migrated - concentrating on the thin black ribbon, ignoring cold, food and tiredness for long hours.
Jack repeated on the phone that he should be careful; the miles were long and Ennis’ old truck wasn’t as reliable as his own.
But the weather was good, some clouds to partially block the sun and the reflex over the everlasting plain. Ennis ate something at a small cafè - he was used now to eating alone - and reached the railroad station of his destination late in the afternoon. Jack’s truck was parked a few lots away.
TBC