Jean Grey Walks Into A Bar...

By the ocean there is a bar… They called it Hannah’s Roadhouse once… I don’t know what they call it anymore. I just knew that she’d come and bring that thing with her. That thing that to me, was so precious, so deeply moving that just looking at it would blind me. But I had to have it and I knew that I couldn’t have it if she didn’t show up today…

There she was red hair with a slight orange fleck in the Ocean’s sunrise. She wasn’t old, in fact, she was new, as if reborn, and she didn’t see me as she opened the door to the bar. I let her walk, I had no plans. She bought 2 drinks and sat at the bar…

I decided to leave it another minute. As I sat in the corner, I gazed upon her natural beauty. Her face was glowing, as if fresh. As she glanced at the clock, she turned her attention to the door looking quite anxious, so I gathered my things and walked over.

I grabbed a chair and set my things upon the bar. As she turned around, the morning sunlight reflected upon that bright red hair. “Hello Jean” I said. “Hello” she replied, looking very startled. “Here, I brought you a drink” she said whilst passing me a rather large glass of wine. “It’s a bit early for wine isn’t it?” I asked. “May I ask why you want this?” she answered, completely ignoring my question.

I took a sip of the wine, and turned to her. “That’s strong!” I said. She was staring at me with great concentration, her head lowered and her eyes slightly squinted. “You can’t read my mind Jean”, I whispered. “There is no harm in trying”, she sighed, as if it were normal. She then glanced out the window to break the tension.

She placed it on the bar. I nearly burst out crying. All the emotions I had inside of me were ready to come out. I picked it up and touched his face, hoping I would feel a connection. “What does this photo mean to you?” asked Jean. I was so relieved that he was happy and part of something that he wanted to be a part of. “Jean, you have been a loyal friend for many years now, and you have told me things that I wouldn’t even tell my family. But I haven’t been as honest”.

She looked at me with a very confused face. “What do you mean?” she asked. “Well, when I said I was an old family friend of the Summers, I was lying”, I confessed. She was constantly staring into my eyes trying to figure out what I meant. “Jean, I’m Scott’s mum”...