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Show 105. "You don't want to have any part of my miseries," he said, his voice flat. "No. Not now or ever." "All right," he looked down at his cup. "I mean," she gestured in a helpless way, "I can't see us going together any longer-" She slid the unopened box over in front of him. "I think you should take this, too. I didn't buy you anything." "Gayle!" he choked on her name. "Please, JD, don't fight me. I can't see you anymore. I don't even want to." She stood and turned her back to him. JD struggled to control himself. He hardly knew what was going on. What was it he'd said? Why was she doing this? "Can't we talk about it?" he finally asked, his voice sounding so weak it made him sick. "No!" She walked out of the room and brought back his coat. "You'll have to see yourself out," she mumbled and turned her profile to him. She was like a rock. He couldn't believe it was happening. She was absolutely unfeeling. Like someone in a daze, he put on his coat. He looked again at the Christmas present, lying forlornly on the cold counter top, then left without touching it. "Yes," he thought, "I can see myself out. I can sure do that." But the front door bluEred at the end of the hallway and the door knob was harder to find than he'd suppose. When JD got home and parked beside the darkened house, the impact of Gayle's words hit him. All the feelings, held in check by pure bewilderment,, now tightened on his throat like a band. He gripped the steering wheel with both hands and gave it a yank that might have pulled it out. "God damn her!" he cursed through clenched teeth, bringing his fist down hard on the dashboard. "Damn her! Damn her!" Then he put his head in his arms and sobbed. |