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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 81 The beach at night is full of quiet dark birds and white waves. I was glad to be there. Maybe things would all come together again. I sunned, and rested, and read. Tomorrow, I thought, I'll call Mark. That night I called Paul. "It's been a long time, Love," he said. We had not talked for nearly a year. "I'll bring along a bottle of Cabernet Sau-vignon." "Am I worth that?" "A good wine never hurts." "I don't want to drink," I said. "Don't bother." "It's no bother," he said. "I really don't want to drink." "What do you want?" He paused. "You know, you're treating me like a brother you haven't seen for a long time." "Maybe I'm a little nervous," I said, my voice quavering. "Whatever," he said. "Give me twenty minutes." Now why did I_ do that? Paul will only want to jump on my skin. Oh, my dear sweet, gentle Mark. That's why_. Take the cash. I will not do this, I won't. I lock the door and turn out the lights. The cottage was hard to find in daylight - Paul will never find it in darkness. |