For The Love Of Chéri (CHAPTERS 1-112 REWRITTEN)

Chapter 55 : Look Up To The Skies, All These Stars Putting On A Show For Us

Lennon walked back into the event room and saw Suzanne. She was wearing knee-high, white plastic heeled boots and a brown, long-sleeved, turtle-necked sixties style dress which had a patterned resembling old-fashioned curtain. The dress was also so short that she'd inadvertently flash her bright orange underwear if she bent. Her hair was dyed black and was long and centrally parted.

She stood in the centre of the room dancing in a weird hippie way, freely waving her arms around to the music as her long hair flowed here and there.

Lennon walked up behind her and grabbed one of her hands, startling her as she turned around, even more so when she saw how Lennon was dressed.

He raised his arm so that she could playfully twirl a few times under the ark of his arm. "How are you, my queen?" Lennon asked.

"Wonda, you're as charming as ever! Yet, the jury's out on the look." Suzanne said, loving the clinking sound his necklace made every time he made the slightest movement.

"You don't like it?" he asked as he ran his hand through his bright blonde hair.

"Well, it's not really you, is it?" Suzanne asked.

Lennon shrugged and then smiled.

"I like your usual clothes, not all the designer stuff. I like what you arrived in. The authentic, wholesome, guy next door, you." Suzanne said.

"Who's he? All those clothes went straight In the trash until Chéri fished them all out." Lennon said.

"Good for him! That boy finally has good taste. He likes the wholesome authentic guy next door you too." Suzanne said.

"Sometimes more than others."Lennon answered.

"So, this is the 'shocking' you. Where is 'truckDriver' you? The shy man with naturally blonde hair. Is he probably still out there, somewhere, on a motorway in England?" Suzanne asked.

Lennon looked thoughtful a second. "He died, on a highway in England."

"Oh?" Suzanne smiled. "When's his funeral? I want to go and pay my final respects."

"It's been and gone. His ashes were blown off Chéri's hand and into space." Lennon said.

"Well, I know that story is not true! Catholics are buried!" Suzanne said.

"True. I even have a grave already. Back home we have a family plot in the warm soil of home." Lennon said.

Suzanne looked down. "It's weird, sometimes we all end up so far from the piece of earth we call home. Even though I want to live here."

"Well, this is why we bring our culture with us." Lennon said.

"But it gets lost. Look at you! Polish blood flows through your veins, yet you are a stranger to the country, its language and culture." Suzanne said.

"Because we've been Americans for a few generations. There's more American brand blood in me personally than anything else darlin'." Lennon smiled. "On a lighter note, I love your retro dress. The jury's in and delivered a fast verdict on that."

"Thank you! I didn't think anyone would like this." Suzanne said.

"You kidding? I love this style of sixties fashion, and it suits you so well. The hair and makeup are perfect too. I really love that you've gone raven-haired. Black hair on a girl is so mysterious." Lennon said.

"So many compliments from you! I don't know what to say!" Suzanne said.

"Just say thank you. That's enough for me!" Suzanne said, "By the way, where's Chéri?" Suzanne asked.