Part III
Jan Heckle and Tom McCoy sat on their couch and had a conversation in each others eyes. Words did not need to be spoken when you had been together since you were fourteen, and although being together for only four years may not seem like a whole lot to some, it was everything to Jan and Tom and gave them plenty of time to form an unspoken form on communication.
Jan broke the stare by standing and brushed off her jeans while doing so. “You want to wear that shirt?”
“Yea, I like this shirt,” Tom looked down and examined the black Red Hot Chili Pepper shirt that clung to his body. “You gave it to me.”
“I know,” Jan smiled, how could she forget, it was for their second anniversary. “Just making sure.”
“I am ready, are you?” Tom said as he looked once again into the eyes of his love.
“I am,” Jan nodded.
The two walked to the front door of Tom’s parent’s house hand in hand. Tom opened the door and grabbed his mother’s set of keys on his way out. Tom pulled the door shut behind him and the two approached the green sedan parked in the driveway. Tom led Jan to the passenger side door and chivalrously opened it for her and closed it as well after she had taken her seat. Tom then jogged over to his side of the car and hopped in.
“What do you want to listen to?” Tom asked as he turned on the car and quickly turned off the radio before his mother’s country music station consumed their delicate ears.
“Let’s just talk,” Jan looked over. “I am not really in the mood for music.”
“Not a problem,” Tom said as he backed out of his driveway. “What did you tell your parents?”
“That I was staying the night with Elizabeth,” Jan said. “What about you?”
“I am not even sure if she will know I am not home until next Tuesday,” Tom chuckled. “She works all the time, and we barely see each other.”
Tom and Jan took to the highway and traveled east; approximately ten miles from where they wanted to be. “What do you think they will say when they find out?” Jan asked, no sound of concern in her voice.
“That’s if they even find out,” Tom commented.
“I think they will,” Jan said.
“Yea?” Tom looked over, he thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
“It’s alright,” Jan smiled at Tom so that he could see her. “I hope they do.”
Five miles from the spot. “Light traffic this morning,” Tom noted as he whizzed by the other early risers on the road.
“I guess no many people want to go to Rhode Island today,” Jan smiled.
“Or any day,” Tom laughed; he knew Jan found his quips to be part of his charm.
“Yea,” Jan smirked as she looked out at the rising sun. “It is beautiful. A perfect day.”
Tom came back down from his levity and refocused on the matter at hand. “Any day would be perfect as long as we are together.”
“I know,” Jan leaned over and kissed his cheek. “But I am glad we have this sunrise. This is our sunrise and forever will be.”
The front wheels of Tom’s mother’s sedan pulled onto the asphalt over the abutment of the Jamestown-Verrazano Bridge and the two continued on. “Which point?” Tom asked.
“How about the middle?” Jan answered.
“The middle it is,” Tom said and then sat quietly as the two neared the peak of the span. Tom slowly applied the break and felt the car slowing as the car neared the highest point.
“Maybe we should turn around,” Jan said as she took Tom’s hand.
“You mean go home?” Tom was caught off guard.
“No, like literally turn around, and face the wrong lane of traffic,” Jan explained. “This way other cars can see the car and no one rear ends your mom’s car. I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”
“That’s a good idea,” Tom nodded as he slowly turned the wheel, grateful that no other cars were on the road, because maneuvering on the narrow bridge was hard enough as it was. “I will turn on my brights too, so that they really see it.”
“Good idea,” Jan let a tear drop as the Tom put the car into park.
“Are you happy?” Jan asked.
“Yes,” Tom stated simply. “Are you?”
“Yes, I am too,” Jan nodded.
“What do you think it is going to be like?” Tom asked, wiping away a salty stream from Jan’s cheek.
“I don’t know?” Jan shrugged and looked out the window. “Traffic is already backing up. That was quick.”
“I guess rush hour was right at our heels,” Tom smiled.
“Tom, I love you,” Jan sniffled.
“Jan, I love you too.” Tom unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over to hold Jan. While caught in the embrace he looked out the window at the disturbance they were causing. He watched as a all eyes examined their care, and he watched as each of them made their own detective determination on what had happened. He watched of some judged him, and watched as others cursed him. He watched as a woman in her red car smiled at him, what for he would never know. He watched as a bald man’s angry scowl went soft as he took a phone call. He pulled his eyes away; they did not matter.
Tom got out of his car and walked around to open Jan’s door for her. He took her hand and they approached the edge of the bridge facing the Atlantic Ocean. Tom hugged Jan as tightly as he could and let the salty mist in the air wash over him while.
“Together forever,” Tom whispered. “The cancer can’t hurt you anymore.”
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