Thirteen Letters. Chapter Fifteen.

Maxine Jasmin-Green here, I wondered what Paul would be thinking, I let myself think what I would do if I were him. I think it is good to finish strong! Personally, I would take my freedom and go. Five years is a long time, so I think I know what he will do, but like you we have to wait and see.

What would I do if it all ends? I hadn’t thought about it really. I would probably move to a country where it is nice and hot, and relax? I can’t just stop, but I might take a six-month break, until the next idea or dream comes into my head. I do have other projects that I would like to do. So, I suppose that is what I would do next.

If Paul does come out of his home today, then I am absolutely ready to manage him for the next five years. He has been a pleasure to work with.

I can see the worlds press has gathered, at the end of the road….. and there he is, he has just appeared! We looked at each other and smiled.

A few years later, I had a special letter, it stood out from all the thousands of mails, that I have received, I read it and re-read it and put it down, but its subject matter, kept coming back, so I decided to act upon it. Before I did do anything, I asked for legal advice, to make sure I wasn’t about to break any laws.

I then asked those that could make it to attend an emergency meeting, to meet me in my office the following day. Thirteen people arrived for the meeting, this included Paul and Lisa. For I informed them, “You need to be there for it involves you two.”

I informed them all, “A few days ago, I received an unusual letter, of urgency its from a number one fan of Pauls, she would like to get married to him, there were genuine gasps in the room, and I have said, “Yes to it!”

Everyone’s face was a picture, for they know from past experiences that I am ‘unpredictable,’ and very quirky. I explained, before anyone could say anything. “Little Chris has days to live, less than seven, I have taken legal advice and it will be just for show, it will not be a real wedding, but she will die happy, knowing although she will never grow up and get married and have children, this wedding to Paul will make her Very happy.” I took a breath and carried on, “She is too ill to leave her sick bed, so the ‘wedding’ will take place tomorrow at 4pm.”

Looking at Paul I said, “Your wedding suit is at the gents store you first went to, this morning Mal has made Chris’s wedding dress.

I asked all the Team to be there, as witnesses, I informed them, “Wear colourful clothing, and remember to smile.”

At 3.30pm we all gathered into the little room including Lisa, the decorations were tastefully done, I saw her lovely parents, all teary-eyed. We all did small talk with little Chris. The beautiful bouquet, in the colours she wanted, pink roses was in her hands.

At 4pm Paul walked in, his long blond hair was neatly tied back, he looked lovely in his white suit, pink shirt to match her flowers and a white tie. Behind him was the Pastor, who had agreed to do the wedding.

They had both wrote out what they wanted to say to each other. Paul read his first, myself, Lisa, and the Pastor had sat down before and worded it carefully. Then it was Chris’s turn to read, what she wanted to say to Paul. Her nurse for the day handed, the ring to Paul who put it on her finger.  

Chris looked SO ill, but she was smiling. When it was over, Paul as planned, while holding her hand, stood up and kissed her on the cheek, then sat back down again next to her bed.

Jelly and ice-cream were then handed out, to us all, we then did small talk, so that Paul and Chris could talk in ‘private’ so she could savour the moment.

Forty-five minutes later, Chris said to Paul, “I am tired now, I need to sleep.” With that Paul got up and again kissed her on the cheek and he said, “Goodbye Chris.”

We all slowly left the room, and I am sure none of us thought we would ever experience anything like that again.

Within seven hours after her wedding, she had slipped into a coma and the following day she died. So, we didn’t even have a week, it was unconventional, but we had done the right thing.

Rest in Peace, Mrs Chris Anderson, age seven.