“It’s mesmerizing when you first see the pearly
gates… truth be told I thought I’d see a much warmer climate when I died. I
guess I was redeemed for my behavior and sins. It was quite a remarkable thing
to see everyone again up here, but with no problems or devious plots. I always
thought the almighty one would be here to greet me, but it was my mom’s good
friend Mary Alice, who already has shown me so much. It’s weird to know the
things I know now and how I can look down on the people I love…”
Bree wasn't able to get a smile out as she
picked the suit and the casket and the grave marker. In true tradition of Bree
she was able to show, however, that falling to pieces was not an option. Bree
was sitting in her chair looking through a stack of eulogy cards when there was
a knock at the door. Trip rushed into the room as Bree stood up and waved at
him to stop. The only thing that put a smile on Bree’s face at this moment was
the fact that when she opened the door, she was happy to see Susan Delfino
standing on her stoop with arms wide open, ready for a hug.
At the funeral, while sitting in the
pews Susan thought about a time when Andrew had helped her…
“…Mrs. Delfino?” Susan
spun around and saw Andrew holding a black suit. “There’s more if you need them
Andrew.” Andrew put the suit down and walked over to Susan, joining her at the
table… “Mrs. Delfino are you sure you want to get rid of all of Mike’s things?”
Susan began to cry… “I have to, cause if I keep these things around they will
just pull up memories every time I look at them.” Andrew grabbed hold of
Susan’s hand. “It’s not the things that hold the memories… I think you know
this. When my dad died I didn't think I could sit in his favorite chair. But
when I got my first apartment I insisted on having that chair with me.” Susan
wiped her tears from her eyes. “This is just a little different Andrew.” Andrew
smiled. “…Maybe, but one day you’ll want that something that you can look at or
feel or smell just for a way to reflect on what you both once shared.” Susan
smiled and stood up. She walked over to the suit and handed it to Andrew. “At
least take this one… so I can make a new memory on the day you made me realize
something so special.” Susan hugged him and put it up to him straightening up
the tie as they both smiled.
Susan looked down at him in the coffin
when she noticed the suit he was going to be buried in was the same suit he got
from her. She smiled and straightened his tie, one last time. As the morning
went on, more and more people started to arrive. His sister, Danielle, His Ex
Husband, Alex and all the friends he made while he was alive. There was chatter
among all guests, except for one woman sitting in the back in tears. Lynette
Scavo was remembering a time when Andrew fixed a problem for her…
Scavo’s Pizzeria was pretty much cleared
out and Lynette had just got done sticking the “Going out of business sale”
sign to the window. She wiped the sweat from her forehead before she dropped
down onto a bar stool. A glass of wine is pushed in front of her breaking her
exhaustion. Lynette looked up to see Andrew smiling. “Well here’s to Scavo’s”
Lynette said raising the glass. When she put it down she cried. Andrew rubbed
her back. “Andrew you don’t even work for us anymore, you’ve helped a lot why
don’t you head home.” Andrew smiled and kept washing the dishes. Lynette stared
at him “… I said get outta here you crazy kid!” Andrew stopped drying the
glass. “Friends help each other Mrs. Scavo…” Lynette giggled. “Meaning?” Andrew
walked around the bar. “…Meaning, you guys gave me a job, when you knew I was a
little jerk. You gave me a chance when nobody else would…” Lynette smiled. “So
now, in your time of need… I’m going to stick around and help you.” Lynette
smiled even bigger and sipped on her drink again.
In the past few weeks, Lynette had
every worry in the world. She’s been thinking about her daughter, thinking
about the upcoming move, and thinking about Tom being able to once again
realize his daughter is a loon. But today all of that was gone. Lynette cleared
her mind and focused on anything she could do to help Andrew.
As the funeral came to an end, and everyone had left, Gaby stepped
in front of Bree and pulled her in for a hug. Without words, they looked each
other in the eye and began to tear. Gaby and Carlos walked home and once they
walked in the door a girl named Stacy walked up to them. “The girls passed out
watching Snow White, so I left them on the couch.” Gaby nodded and handed her
money. “Thanks Mrs. Solis, have a good night Mr. Solis.” Carlos was on his way
upstairs, and then stopped. “You get home safe Stacy.” Stacy smiled and shut
the door behind her. Carlos looked down at Gaby and grabbed her hand to give it
a squeeze. With that Carlos continued up the stairs. Gaby walked into the
living room and sat down next to the girls. She looked at the TV and watched as
Snow White filled a vase with flowers. Gaby began to doze off and dreamt about
her first encounter with Andrew.
Gaby was unpacking as she heard a smash
outside. She quickly ran outside and saw a little boy holding flowers with a
broken flower pot by his feet. “What did you do? That was a very expensive
vase!” the little boy looked up with a smile “My name is Andrew, and my mommy
always said it’s nice to welcome the new neighbor with a gift.” Gaby smiled.
“So those are for me?” Andrew handed them to Gaby. She took them then sniffed.
“Which one of these women is your mommy? Andrew smiled and pointed over to the
blue house. “Oh the redheaded Brady” Gaby was about to go inside after thanking
him for the flowers. Then he spoke up… “Where are your kids?” Gaby turned. “Oh
ha ha…I don’t have kids” Andrew looked confused. “You don’t want any…” he
asked. Gaby paused and laughed again. “I just don’t think I’d be a good mother,
like you have you know?” Andrew walked closer to Gaby. “I think if you have
kids, you’d be a great mother, I just broke your vase and you didn't yell at
me…” Gaby smiled and gave him a hug.
Gaby woke up when Carlos shook her a
little. “I have the girl’s beds ready, you ready to turn in?” Gaby looked at
the girls asleep next to her. “Thank you honey, but I think I’ll stay here with
them.” Gaby kissed Carlos as he covered her with a blanket and kissed her on
the head.
Bree was heading to bed when she passed
Andrews old bedroom. Walking in, she looked around like she was seeing it for
the first time. She sat on the bed and began to remember…
“So how’d it go?” Bree asked when
Andrew walked in. “Mom there’s just no jobs out there I've tried.” Bree was
putting the finishing touches on her Book when she cringed. “What’s wrong?” he
asked her. Frustrated Bree replied. “The name… it just isn't right. It doesn't jump out, it needs more” Andrew walked over. “Well there’s your problem, it’s
ONLY your name. Why don’t you call it old fashioned cooking since that’s what you've been creating, my whole life…” Bree smiled. “That’s not a bad idea,
thanks for making that decision for me.” Andrew smiled and started to walk
away. “Andrew…” He spun around. “…How would you like to be my agent?” Andrew
smiled. “Really?” Bree giggled. “Of course, who else knows Bree VanDeKamp
better that her own offspring?” Andrew walked over to Bree and gave her a hug.
“I love you mom.” Bree pushed him back enough to look at his face. “I love you
too Agent VanDeKamp.” She again pulled him in for another hug.
Bree cried, while holding a picture of
Andrew, and then placed it on the end table. She got up and took another look
around. As she placed her hand on the light switch, She was about to turn them
out when she grabbed the picture again and held it close. Then turned off the
lights and shut the door.
“So
there you have it, I've joined everyone up here that we have seen go in the
past years through moments of desperation. But it’s not bad at all. I’m with my
dad and Mike, heck even Mama Solis doesn't hold any grudges. But the best gift
I have is the ability to look upon everyone who loved me, everyone whose lives
I have somehow changed throughout the years. Myself and the other ghosts of
wisteria do our best to prevent pain and sorrow…but there are just some things
we can’t help with…” the sky was clear the next day in Fairview, so clear
you could almost see a hundred smiles past the sun.
.11.
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