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Chapter 47: Unwanted Houseguest
🕑 Added 2025-04-17 21:39:03 +0000 UTC“Now, if you will both please leave, I’d like to be alone,” Evelyn said, with the same flair as someone announcing the end of a Broadway performance.
“We understand,” Charlie replied, already halfway out the door.
“Charlie, wait! We can’t just leave her here,” Alan protested.
Charlie stopped, turned around slowly, and said flatly, “Fine. Where do you want to leave her?”
———
Cut to all four of us crammed into the car, heading to Charlie’s beach house. Evelyn sat next to me in the back.
———
At Charlie’s house, she’d made her way to the balcony and hadn’t moved since.
“How long is she going to sit out there?” Charlie asked, peeking through the blinds.
“I don’t know,” Alan said. “I’ve never seen her this depressed.”
“Somebody’s got to go out there and show her a little love and support,” Alan added, looking around the room.
I huffed and stood up. “Okay, you bunch of unfilial sons.”
Minutes later, I came back inside, frustrated.
“I got nothing,” I declared. “I even used my puppy eyes,” I added, mildly indignant.
I slumped into the chair with a sigh. I'm not good in this kind of situation. I never really know what to say.
Alan stood up, took a deep breath, and headed outside to the deck.
From inside, we could see them talking—well, Alan talking, mostly. Evelyn barely moved, but she didn’t send him away, which already felt like progress.
After a few minutes, Alan turned toward the sliding door and gave us an exaggerated thumbs-up and a wide smile.
Charlie raised an eyebrow, then slowly returned the gesture with his own half-hearted thumbs-up with a smile
I looked between them and said, “Uncle Charlie, you do know that’s Dad out there, right?”
Charlie blinked, hesitated, and then turned back to peer out at the deck again.
———
Cut to Uncle Charlie seated at the piano, wearing a mildly indignant expression, his fingers dancing over the keys with a surprisingly gentle touch. The living room lights were dimmed, casting a warm glow over the space.
Evelyn was singing while gracefully descending the staircase, her voice theatrical and full of flair. When she reached the bottom, she gave Charlie a quick glance.
“Pick it up, Charlie. We’re walking, not crawling.”
Charlie gave her an incredulous look, then rolled his eyes.
Evelyn turned with dramatic flair and declared, “Are you ready, boots? Start walking.”
Charlie sighed and shifted into a rhythmic, upbeat tune. Evelyn began strutting and twirling through the room, dancing her way toward Alan and me as we sat frozen in our seats.
When she finished her routine with a dramatic pose and a little wink, Alan and I broke into applause.
“One more time!” I called out.
Charlie turned to look at me, clearly indignant.
I just shrugged with a helpless expression, as if to say, "What can I do?"
After a good while of dancing and singing, Evelyn finally placed a hand on her hip, slightly out of breath but still radiant.
“Jake, Gramma is a little tired,” she said, turning toward me with a dramatic flourish. “Why don’t you sing a song for us?”
Charlie immediately perked up from the piano bench. “Yes, please. Let the musical prodigy take the spotlight.”
I stepped toward the piano a little cautiously. “What kind of music do you want, Gramma?”
Evelyn placed a hand over her heart. “A sad one, Jake. That’s what I’m feeling.”
“Okay…” I responded
I slid onto the piano bench, cracked my knuckles, and took a slow breath.
The first few notes floated through the room, gentle and familiar, and I began to sing:
(Let Her Go - Passenger)
♪Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go♪
I began to play a little faster:
♪Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you'll make a dream last
But dreams come slow and they go so fast
You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you'll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies♪
♪But you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go♪
♪Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast
Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
'Cause you loved her too much and you dive too deep♪
As the last note faded into the room, I slowly lifted my fingers from the keys.
There was a moment of silence—no clapping, no comments. Just the weight of the song lingering in the air.
Evelyn looked at me with misty eyes, the wine glass forgotten in her hand.
“…That’ll do, Jake,” she said softly. “That’ll do.”
Charlie leaned slightly toward me and whispered, a little annoyed, “Hey, do you want Mom to stay here for months?”
I just rolled my eyes.
———
Later that night, the house had gone quiet. The ocean waves outside provided a steady hum in the background.
Evelyn stood in deck, while Charlie was besides her
“I want you to be happy and… I love you,” Charlie said, his voice low and sincere.
Evelyn sighed gently. “I guess I’ll go pack.”
“Why?” Charlie asked, confused.
“I’m going home,” she replied.
“In the middle of the night?” Charlie raised an eyebrow.
She turned “Charlie, you just said you loved me. You could only screw it up from here.”
Charlie looked at her, halfway indignant, halfway speechless.
“She’s not wrong,” I muttered from the doorway.
Charlie turned and gave me a sharp glare.
“That’s not good peeping,” he grumbled.
“You should do it more often,” I said seriously. “We should do it more often what you did.”
Then I added, a little softer but clear: “We still can fix this family.”
He looked at me—expression unreadable—and said nothing.
Comments
Cajun sS
Great song
