Amsterdam Farewell: The Beginning

It has not been a good morning so far.  I woke up crying, one of my ear piercings began bleeding like crazy, my nails are chipped to hell and gone, and I dropped one of my earring fasteners down the sink, never to be seen again.  On top of that, it’s in the single digits Fahrenheit here with dangerous wind chills, and I have a mile walk ahead of me in about forty minutes.

Like I said, not a good morning.

And then I have to deal with this scene . . .

This is truly the beginning of the end.  This is the last scene in which Annie and Kerry appear together, and it’s hurting me.  I’ll finish it tonight, but it’s all over but the going home.  Of the three scenes that remain, there are two with Kerry and one with Annie, and that’s it, she closes out the story.  The last three are pretty much a mirror image of the first three:  Kerry coming home with Ms. Rutherford and greeting his parent; him in his bedroom alone for the first time and looking at the moon; and Annie at her lake house, also looking at the moon.  If there is a second novel it’ll bookend the same way:  It’ll start with Kerry and end with Kerry.  The third would start with Annie and end with her.  I’m not sure about the fourth and fifth, but the last one would have both of them at the start and finish, so I’ll have to do some bookending for the others.  (I do know the fifth starts with them together, too; gotta come up with an ending.)

Here they are, fresh off of landing at Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam.  The plane actually hooked up to a gangway and everyone is waiting to head up to the waiting area.  And they have a few things to say before they leave . . .


All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)

He popped the handle on her roller bag and watched Annie sling her purse as she stood next to her luggage. “I guess this is it.”

“Yes.” She looked over her shoulder as the hostesses prepared to open the cabin door. “We don’t have much time now.”

“No.” He hung his head. “We don’t.” He stepped up to Annie and wrapped his arms around her. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, darling.” She waited for Kerry to finish his kiss before she spoke. “I need you to listen—”

He knew by the tone of her voice that she was being serious. “I’m listening.”

“I want you to write to me. That’s how we’ll stay in touch.” She looked up and smiled. “I didn’t want to say anything before, because I was afraid you’d over-analyze my request and—”

“I know what you’re going to say.” He held her tight as he chucked. “I do that a lot.”

“Forget about that now . . . I will write to you. I will send you a letter soon, and if you send to the address on the envelope I’ll have your reply in two days.” Her voice began to waver as she continued. “And I want you to write—” She touched his hand. “With this; with your left hand. I don’t want a printout from your computer—I want a letter . . .” She lay her hand upon his chest. “From here. I want you to send me your heart.”

Kerry had done his best to hold himself together, but Annie’s words were forcing him to consider that he wasn’t going to see her for almost three months. The emotions he’d held in check since last last night were about to pour out, and he knew once they started . . .

“My love.”

Annie’s voice brought him back to the cabin. “Yes?”

“Do something else for me?”


“Please don’t cry in front of my mother.” A slight grin forced its way to her face. “It wouldn’t look good.”

“Yeah.” He took several deep breaths. “I won’t; I promise.”


Annie didn’t want to talk about Kerry writing because she knew he wasn’t a writer–not by hand, at least.  And she seems to have figured out the same thing The Foundation did:  don’t give him time to think about his options, and he’ll go with the best one.  Or, at least the one Annie wants. It’s truly how he rolls.

Now that Annie got her promise, it’s time to talk that last walk of the year together.


She wrapped her arm around his shoulders and kissed him, holding it as she pulled him into her. She exhaled as she broke the kiss. “We should go.”

“Yeah.” He nodded his head slowly as he touched his bag’s handle. He turned and held out his left hand. “Together?”

“I would never say no.” Annie took his hand and walked before him as they exited their section, passed through the cabin door, and walked down the gangway to the waiting area.

They took their time walking. There wasn’t any one behind them, as they’d waited for most everyone to clear off the plane before exiting. The gangway bent slightly to the right on the way to the waiting area, and Kerry expected Annie to release his hand then, because they would be in direct line of sight of anything standing in the doorway to the concourse. She didn’t: if anything she held on tighter.

The moment they entered the waiting area Annie leaned close to him and spoke in a whispered. “There’s my mother.” She finally pulled her right hand out of Kerry’s and waived towards a woman looking in their direction. “Mama.” Kerry slowed to a stop as Annie hurried ahead to greet her mother.

He faced away from whatever Annie was doing: it was private for her, and he didn’t want to seem like a lurker. As he turned to his left he found a familiar face standing about a meter and a half away. “Hi, Ms. Rutherford.”

“Hello, Kerry.” She kept her hands clenched before her as she examined him. “I told you I’d be here. Did you have a good flight?”

He nodded. “Yeah, it was okay.” A chuckle managed to escape despite his mood. “We slept most of way—”

Ms. Rutherford glanced to her left. “Which it why it was a good flight—”



Who’s calling?  Someone Kerry knows, but you’ll see that tomorrow.  The interesting thing is Annie didn’t want to let go, even when she knew her mother would see.  Kerry is her boyfriend, soul mate, or just plain mate, and she’s not gonna let Mama bring her down with some side eye over hand holding.  That’s how Annie rolls.

So, most of this scene is finished, and the last three after this–they aren’t too long.  As it looks, I could finish this weekend.

Won't be long and they'll all say "First Draft".

Won’t be long and they’ll all say “First Draft”.

First I just wanna get through this day.

The weekend will work itself out.