Chapter Eighteen
Sorry it's kinda short and crappy. The well's run dry, and I'm scraping around for the last few drops.
Early Summer - 2005
Fozzie was milling about the theatre, trying to keep his mind off of all the chaos around him. He wished his Dad would come back from the store, as lately he wouldn't even practice his monologue unless Jerome was there to watch him.
He was more of an insecure bear then usual, after his mother died. Every little thing scared him, and he jumped at the slightest noise. He stared at the clock, and frowned again. He really wondered where Jerome had gotten too.
Kermit was walking backstage. An unwilling frog, who usually knew just about everything that sneezed, talked or walked around there.
"Kermit!" He dashed over to his frog, smiling sadly. "Oh, Kermmitt!"
"What Fozzie? What's going on?" Kermit asked, crossing his arms for a moment.
"I..where's Dad??" He asked, wringing his hands once more, looking at the frog of his heart with saddened eyes.
Kermit paused for a second, then he saw a calendar on the wall. He frowned softly, and looked back at Fozzie. "Don't you know what today is?"
"Today?" The worried bear echoed, as he turned to where Kermit's point of view fell. He saw what day it was. "..oh no! I've gotta go, Kermit!! See you later!!"
With that, Fozzie was out the door in a flash, grabbing his keys off of the desk and pratically flying into his studebaker. He began the thirty minute trip to the place he knew his Dad would be.
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"Hello Emily." Jerome said quite softly, as he eased himself slowly onto the ground beside the simple stone that bore her name. "I've missed you a lot." He said a bit brighter, as Sprocket snuggled close against his chest.
"I brought you some flowers, and your favorite sunhat." He smiled, setting the flowers, blue begonias on the ground. He gingerly set the sunhat on that simple stone, and smiled.
The soft rumble of the studebaker became louder, and then as suddenly as it came into hearing, it stopped. Jerome looked up and he smiled once more. It was his son, come to see the grave, or see him.
"Son...you came!" He said brightly, standing up from the ground somewhat slowly. "How did you know I'd be here?"
"I saw what the date was...on, on the calendar. I figured you had come here instead of the theatre."
"Well, son. That's true. I only wish you'd calm down a bit. Why are you so worried for me? You never let me out of your sight anymore.." He said, frowning softly.
The bear looked down at Sprocket, and petted his head gently. He'd come to doing that sometimes. He was getting to be a bit more like Jerome everyday, in those little ways people don't really notice, unless they look hard enough.
"I don't want you to leave me too." He said softly.
Jerome stopped cold, and smiled softly. "Well, I guess we'll certainly know each other wonderfully, when that day happens. Won't we?"
Fozzie agreed, and smiled as the two of them walked out from the gravesite, hand in hand.
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