25 May 2012
I spent the whole day hiding behind my Ray Bans. It was a Sunday, and as the name promises, the sun was out on this fine Summer's day.
I lay low, staying outside at all times, as far away from Mollie's room as possible. I went to visit my aunt's grave, and I laid down my usual rose. But there was a fresh bouquet lying in the centre of the foot of her tombstone. I looked at it closer, noting that it had been placed on the grave very recently. I knew none of my family were in town this week, as they'd all decided to go on a mini-break to the Hamptons, leaving me here in living hell.
I checked the parchment label that was attached to the bouquet of red roses, and assorted foliage. The overall colour scheme was reds, which I know my family wouldn't use on her grave, as my mother hated red.
I unravelled the curls of the dry sheet, which had been slightly sun stained by the hot day, and the distinct lack of humidity meant the paper was dry. A cool breeze made the paper flutter as I read the message:
"You are sorely missed.
P.S T, I know you'll read this, so come and meet me by your bench in the gardens at 7pm. It's urgent."
I didn't know who this was from: they had to know me well enough to know my nickname, they had to know my bench, and they had to know that I would be here today...
Mollie. It had to be her. And now I'd unravelled the paper, I couldn't not turn up. She'd probably come back and check, and I didn't want to be even deeper in trouble with her at the moment. I'd have to go, I'd have to be polite and do as she asked, because if she found out about what happened with Nate last night, she'd make my life even more like hell than it was already...
I walked away from the black grave, and away from the red bouquet in the middle of a scattering of white roses; the bouquet that some would describe as maroon.
Love You So: PART TEN • Opuss № I