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| Randee | Jun 30 2008, 08:07 PM |
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Chapter Five: Caleb and Shannon sat at the bar of the restaurant as they waited for their table. "A lot has changed around here since I left." Shannon noted more to herself than to Caleb. "Yeah, a lot has changed." he replied absently as he thought about how he was going to asked her why she left without saying good bye all those years ago. "Shannon-----" he began "Caleb------" she started. "You go first," they both said at the same time. Caleb took a deep breath and decided he would go first. "Shannon, I have to ask before this night goes any further." His voice took a turn on the serious side and that startled Shannon. "Okay, shoot." she tried to not let him know that she had noticed the tension in his shoulders and voice. "Why did you leave the way you did? Without a single good-bye to anyone. Where did you go? Why did you decide to come back now?" Shannon was taken aback by the bluntness of his questions. She felt like she was in an interrogation chair and was being accused of the lasted terrorist threat to America. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "Where do you want me to start Caleb? There are a lot of reasons why I am back and I was planning on telling one of them tonight as a matter of fact. “Why I left Ocracoke is a long story, why I did not tell anyone is even longer. Where I went is Saint Louis, where I have been is all over the country, parts of Europe and Asia." she told him matter of factly. Caleb just stared at her, he was not sure if it was old feelings he still had for Shannon or if she was just that damn beautiful and new ones were forming for her. "So." he began. “Let’s start with why you are back then and maybe that might answer why you left." "Woo, I think I will start with why I left Ocracoke in the first place. "I needed a change of scenery really; this place was too small for both me and Caitlyn. The night before I left, I came by your place. I needed to talk to you. Well when I got there, I saw Caitlyn in your living room in your football jersey and decided that I wouldn't bother you." Shannon's eyes began to gloss over and she tried with all of her energy to make sure she did not cry. "Oh damn darlin' don't go and start cryin' on me." Shannon lifted her chin, straightened her back. "I was not about to cry, Caleb. I am just trying to find the nerve to tell you what I wanted to tell you that night and what I have been trying to gain the courage to tell you for the past six years." She said in a rather loud voice. "Shhh, keep you voice down, you know this is a small town and there is already going to be talk about us being out tonight." he said in a hushed tone. Shannon took in another deep breath and asked Caleb if they could just skip dinner and go somewhere a little more private so she could tell him what needed to be said. He motioned for the bartender to come over so he could pay the tab and on the way out told the hostess that they no longer needed the table. They walked back to Caleb's Dodge Charger and as he opened the door for Shannon, she looked him dead in the eyes and whispered loud enough for him to hear her. "Your Cerra's father." Caleb just stood there; he did not know what to say or how to react. He finally was able to speak. "Okay." was all he said. Shannon got into the car as he walked around and got into the drivers seat. He put the key in the ignition but did not start the car. He turned to her and asked "Is that why you came by the night you saw Caitlyn at my house?" Shannon did not look at him but nodded her head in response. The ride back to the hotel was utter silence. Once they were at the hotel, Caleb being the Southern gentleman he was raised to be got out and opened Shannon's door for her. As she got out of the car, she tried to make eye contact with him but he turned his head. He walked her to the lobby and left. |
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