Edie felt comforted by Queenie. Her headache was gone, and she felt better after talking to her. "Queenie, thank you for being so kind. It’s been a joy getting to know you?" Edie said, feeling relieved to have soone to talk with about Clyde.
After Edie hung up the phone, she gathered everyone together to watch the premiere of The White Love Song. "Are you excited to watch your first TV series?" Old Greg asked.
"I think I’m more nervous than anything," Edie replied. "It’s about to start!" Everyone sat down on the sofa. This was the first ti Edie watched herself as an actress on the screen. She tried to project herself onto the character whilst watching the film. "This drama is geared toward a primary target audience of young females," Edie explained. There was no response, and Edie looked at Stuart and Old Greg. The two of them were watching the show very intently.
"You’re very good and very experienced." A hint of a smile unexpectedly curved grandpa’s lips as he grasped Edie’s hand and squeezed gently.
"Thanks," Edie murmured.
"Great Job!" Stuart replied. He could never understand why she liked acting before, but watching her performance gave him a whole different outlook on her career as an actress. "Did you know that when you act your eyes shine? You have an amazing talent?"
Edie hid her excitent well. She was pleased they liked it so far. The acting was her way of escaping. She was an observer of life and kept her inner world a secret because of her traumatic childhood experiences and imrsing herself into the character made it easier for Edie to open up.
Stuart looked at Edie and then at the screen. "I think I understand why you like acting so much! You have my approval to continue, but you have to promise that your safety cos first and..." Stuart paused. "I want you to always be honest with even if you think I’ll get upset?"
Edie’s eyes imdiately lit up. "Thank you! That ans so much to !" Edie leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Um....." Old Greg cleared his throat. "Did you forget I’m still here? Young people these days!" he grumbled.
"Oh, Grandpa!" Edie reached out and hugged him.
An advertisent ca on, and Edie wanted to go on Twitter to see if anyone posted anything about The White Love Song. As soon as it opened, the post was about Clyde. There was a new photo taken, and this one was from Sally. Edie was starting to read the comnts.
"Is he in love with Sally?"
"Maybe he’s not in a relationship with that, Lara woman?"
"Who is he in a relationship with?"
"He doesn’t have a girlfriend!"
"Look at the way he looks at her. He most definitely does!"
There were a lot of comnts, but Edie felt relieved this ti they didn’t all revolve around her.
The ti went by quickly, and soon it was the anniversary of Edie’s mother’s death. Edie told Stuart everything about her past and what she and Old Greg had talked about. "Stuart, I’ve wanted to talk to my mother for so ti now, but talking about her makes so emotional."
"You don’t have to say anymore. I know all about it! I can see by the look on your face how hard this is for you," Stuart said, trying to comfort Edie.
"I’m sorry for not telling you sooner! I was just ashad of my childhood." Edie said apologetically.
"Don’t you ever apologize for the mistakes of others. This was never your fault, and you have nothing to apologize for!" Stuart spoke with a hint of anxiety.
"Thank you for taking such good care of ," Edie said as her eyes filled with tears. "I haven’t visited my mother’s grave in a while. I’ve made up excuses for not doing it. Telling myself I’m too busy with work, but in reality, I didn’t want to face her. I always felt she was ashad of ," Edie explained. "Would you co...."
Stuart abruptly interrupted, "You don’t even need to ask. Of course! I’ll co with you to visit your mother’s grave."
Edie stared at the headstone for several long minutes before she spoke. "Well, mom, I don’t know what to say." She wanted to apologize for not visiting her more. As she stood in front of her mother’s grave, Edie read her mother’s na, "Ann Lara," she said, tears flowing. A thousand conflicting emotions surged through her heart.
Stuart stood by her side, silent and watchful, but he never let go of her hand. "I’m okay, but I miss you, mom," Edie said sadly. "Now, after all these years later, her face is fading. Today, I barely rember what my mother looks like, but I will never forget her smile and eyes!" Edie said as she looked at Stuart.
"Her smile, so beautiful, and her eyes had a slight tinge of lancholy in their tenderness. She could’ve had any man, but instead, she chose a married man. My mother was Stanley Greg’s mistress and even went as far as to break all ties with her own family." Edie wiped away the tears, took a deep breath, and continued. "Where is Stanley now? Why isn’t he here?" Edie hated Greg’s and how they treated her and her mother over the years. "I’m finally here, mom!" she says. She kneels down and places a lily on her grave. "I brought your favorite flower!"
Edie took another deep breath. "I have so much to tell you! I’m married now, and this is my husband, Stuart. He’s a wonderful man, and he’s so good to . You no longer have to worry about !"
Stuart took Edie in his arms and held her tight. His dark eyes gazed at the tombstone, and seriousness filled his voice. "I will take care of Edie for you," he said.
A gentle breeze ca rushing through the forest, brushing across all of them. It was as though Ann was answering them. Old Greg sat in his wheelchair listening. He blinked back the tears wetting his eyes. He was definitely not going to let them see him cry. He quickly wipes away the tears and waved his hands in the air. "Okay! Would you mind if I have a few minutes alone with her?" he asked.
Edie shook her head. "Of course not, grandpa. Mr. Watson, would you mind staying and taking care of him?"
Mr. Watson nodded. After Stuart and Edie left, Old Greg could no longer hold back his emotions. Tears coursed down his cheeks. "Ann, I’m sorry! I’m trying to make ands!"
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