Rain 11

Rain 11, 

What would she say, when she saw Jack? Would Jack remember her? Almost two years had passed since they’d been together. How many women had come and gone since then? Had any of them stayed? Anne didn't know what to expect from Jack. She only knew she had to see him. Perhaps to apologized for abandoning him. Perhaps just to see that he was alright. 

     But in the midst of devastation caused by the first hurricane she ran into, she forgot her original reason for being there. The goodness in her forced her to do more than just look  for Jack. She volunteered to work in a temporary kitchen under a big tent where people could boil water for tea or coffee and warm up soup to be serve to the newly homeless homeowners and volunteers alike.

     Anne and another volunteer were making the round,   offering hot coffee and rolls when she felt the blatant stare from someone working on the roof of a house.  When she looked up, there he was: Mr. Jack River. A hammer in one hand, a tool-belt strapped  on the waist and a super huge grin on his face directed at her. He was beaming brighter than the morning sun. “ He remembers me.” Her heart sang and she very much wanted to run to him, to touch him.   But she was a married woman looking at her former lover. She couldn’t just openly announce it to the world. A quiet respectful smile and a nod of acknowledgement, that was all she could return to Jack. 

      Later in the night, Jack had found his way to her. 

      “ You made it, “  Jack said with that happy grin of his, as thought Anne was only late for a simple date instead of the almost two years separation. 

     Anne had began to voice her apology but realized Jack didn't need any apology or explanation from her, he was simply glad that she  was there and nothing else matter. When they shared their first kiss after all those months separation, as hard as Anne tried, she couldn't find the slightest trace of other woman’s lingered on Jack’s lips, she could only taste her own. 

      Jack River was not Thomas Sutton. 

      For the rest of the year and two years after that, whenever she could free herself from her life as a good wife and mother, Anne had followed hurricanes and tornados as the only way she knew how to see her Jack. Until, GeeGee Sterling came to the picture.