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Disclaimer: Charlie’s Angels is the exclusive property of Spelling-Goldberg Productions and Columbia Pictures. I am using them without permission.

Spoilers: One Love, Two Angels

Synopsis: Bosley talks to Kelly and Kris after "One Love, Two Angels".

Blurb: This contest was so interesting that although I am much better at essays, I just wanted to write something for it. This is my first story, so don’t expect too much. It’s not really contest material, I just thought it would be fun. Thank you.

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Bosley drove quietly to the familiar spot in the sematery. He got out of his black sedan and went around to open the door for Kelly and Kris. It had been a quiet drive to the sematery, although Bosley had tried to start a conversation between the two girls. He gave up after the first fifteen minutes. The drive seemed really long.

They walked together in silence toward the grave, Kris took Bosley’s hand in hers as much for her comfort as for his. Kelly held a beautiful bouquet of white lilies. She walked alone, shading her eyes from the sun and watching her footing.

When they got to the grave, Kelly laid the flowers across it. They said a small prayer and then Bosley took out a small weather-beaten book. Kris looked at it curiously. He opened the book using the little red strip of cloth that served as a bookmark. With his thick, gravelly voice Bosley read from Auden’s "Funeral Blues".

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message She Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

She was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

"That was beautiful, Boz." said Kelly softly.

"Oh, she loved poetry." Bosley replied. He turned to Kris. "She was a teacher at Berkeley, did you know that?"

Kris shook her head. "You must have loved her very much."

"Yes, yes I did." Bosley replied. He stooped to brush some dirt off the lower part of the headstone. "We were married for fifteen years."

"Oh, Bosley. How did it happen?" Kris asked softly.

Kelly nudged her hard and shook her head vehemently.

"No, it’s alright Kelly." Bosley replied. "I don’t mind talking about it anymore. She died in childbirth."

"Childbirth?" Kris repeated.

"I know, she was a little too old to have babies. She knew it, but she wanted to have a child so desperately." Bosley said softly. "And I could never provide her with one."

"You could never…" Kelly trailed off. "But I thought…"

"Oh, I couldn’t tell anyone the truth then." Bosley stood up and dusted his slacks. "The time of conception coincided with the time that I was out screening you three."

"Then…?" Kelly was shocked. "Bosley, are you sure?"

"I don’t have any solid evidence." Bosley explained. "But we quarreled about it. Obviously. And she left me and that was the last I heard of her till her family called with the news."

"Oh, Bosley." Kris said softly.

"I never forgave her." Bosley murmured. "And I’ve lived to regret it. She was the best friend I ever had. Everything seemed to be better when I was with her, you know? I felt…alive."

"Boz, it’s not like you were checking out applicants in the Bozton PD that time." Kris said. "I mean, you were right here in L.A., didn’t you go home? I mean, maybe…"

"I know, Kris, I know." Bosley replied. "But don’t you think I would’ve remembered if something happened that night?"

"Boz, that’s still not conclusive that she slept with someone else." Kelly stated. "There are clinics, she could have been artificially-inseminated. That’s not betrayal."

"I realize that. But it was a betrayal to me. She could have told me. She could have explained."

"Well, what did she say?" Kris asked.

"I didn’t really give her much of a chance to explain." Bosley said softly. "I was angry. I…I threw her out of the house. I called her a whore…"

"You assumed too much." Kelly said.

Bosley turned his gaze on her. "Yes, yes I did. I was too quick to blame her for a crime that I felt so sure she committed. I didn’t even talk to her, didn’t even hear her side of the story. All I knew is that I felt angry and I hated her so much because I loved and trusted her so much before. Now look at me, look at what it’s cost me… I’m all alone and have no family."

"We’re your family, Boz." Kris said, embracing him gently. "We’ll always be here."

"Yes." Bosley said as he hugged her back. "But I might not always be here."

"What are you talking about?" Kelly asked.

"Well, everything changes. You won’t always be working for Charlie, will you?" Bosley explained. "You might get married and choose to take care of your own family, like Sabrina has. You might want to pursue a different career like Jill has."

"Boz, they love you as much as we do." Kelly replied. "You know that."

"Ah, but how often do we see Sabrina and Jill now?" Boz mused. "Once, thrice a year, perhaps? My little family won’t always be together…"

"Bosley…" Kris whispered.

"No, no, it’s only natural." Boz mused. "You girls have your whole lives ahead of you. I’m proud to be a part of it, and I’m honored to have you for friends. But someday I’ll be gone as well, and maybe you’ll be visiting my grave."

Kelly looked away. "Boz, don’t talk like that."

"You know, the baby died as well." Bosley murmured. "I don’t have anybody that’ll remember me after I’m gone. And I think that’s what truly terrifies me. You see, I never really was able to swallow my pride and ask her to forgive me."

Kris looked down. "Well, it’s hard."

"I know." Boz said, putting his arm around the younger woman. "But people make mistakes, sometimes they want something so badly that they say things and do things that can hurt others. It’s hard to forgive, and even harder to forget. But we have to. We have to forgive. Because the only person we really ever hurt is ourselves."

Kelly and Kris were quiet.

"I learned that lesson too late in life." Bosley said softly. "I don’t want my girls making the same mistake. I love you both so much, and it hurts to see you so unhappy. Will you think about what I said?"

Kris nodded.

"Kelly?" Boz asked.

"Yes, I will."

"Promise?" Bosley asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay, well, we’d better get going then…" Bosley said, taking each girl by the hand. "Tiff will be upset if we let that sumptuous breakfast she promised us go cold."