A Spring Affair
By: Jennifer Cook
Rose didn’t mean for it to happen. She and Thomas had only been married for five years, but they hardly talked anymore. He started to stay late at the office and Rose grew bored sitting at home.
They lived just outside of Boston. Thomas hated the city, so she started to explore it alone while he was away on business. That’s how she met Richard. They met at a bar. He sat next to her and they struck up a conversation. They quickly learned that they both loved the history of the city. They began meeting every week at the bar, and then would decide what to explore that day.
It didn’t take long before the two started an affair. Rose didn’t know much about Richard. He was vague about his job, and he told her he wasn’t married. All she wanted was to be with him. She didn’t care about details, including his last name.
Based on the work schedule Thomas kept, Rose always planned to meet Richard on Tuesdays and Saturdays at the bar where they first met. It was on Saturday, June 9, 1951 that Rose showed up and ordered her drink. She was lost in thought, but then realized too much time had passed. She continued to wait, but Richard never showed up. She went to the hotel to see if he was there, but he was nowhere to be found. She eventually headed home. She returned on Tuesday, yet Richard still did not show up. She kept going to the bar every Tuesday and Saturday, only to find that Richard was never there.
A few weeks later Rose found out she was pregnant. Thomas was excited. Rose was happy; however, she knew the baby could be either her husband’s or her lover’s child. For most of her pregnancy Rose traveled to Boston every Tuesday and Saturday. There was still no sign of Richard.
The following February, Rose gave birth to a baby girl. As soon as she saw her eyes, she knew who the father was. Rose soon realized that she had to give up the dream of Richard coming back. She had her daughter to think of, and Thomas adored the little girl they named Teresa.
Rose had never told anyone about the secret life she led during the spring of 1951. She could never fully let go, and every year on June 9 Rose would get dressed up and head to the bar, just in case.
Eight years had come and gone. It was now June 9, 1959, and Rose was getting ready. Teresa opened the door to watch her mother. Rose looked at her daughter through the mirror. She saw the look on Teresa’s face, turned, and motioned for her to come closer. As Teresa came to hug her mother, Rose looked carefully into her eyes. She started to cry, and told Teresa that she had decided to not go out after all. Teresa looked surprised, and asked why. Rose hugged her daughter and whispered softly to herself, “Your father gave me the best part of him….you. And that’s all I’ll ever need from him.”