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Show house/' 421 ,gain. Brian belie-ved -that. 1 was only - - - afraid that > and I would not be together the way we had planned, the way felt impelled in my heart to be together, to have his child. t was almost like a commandment, a personal revelation - if woman could have such a thing. And he was right, I was afraid, fraid that loneliness was my fate. "Brian, do you believe in God?" I asked him. He looked at me curiously. "Of course I do. What kind f question is that?" My tears spilled over. "Then you better ask Him to elp us. Because no one else will." Brian pressed, my. fingers to his lips, kissing my nuckles just above the diamond ring. Wednesday was the day before Thanksgiving. I tried lot to think about it, telling myself that I didn't have much to be thankful for, anyway, as I wandered from room to room, t>• 111iuiiwill' 1 i'_3ii.ii iiijii Jjt, r i II111 i' niiii' I,UtiTill The bedroom clock t i c k ed on -mmmmmmz in a relentlessrhythm which followed me like a hungry cat. I went to the kitchen and stared at the red second hand of the wall-clock. It seemed to speed up as I watched it. I went into the livingroom, where there was no found clock,but A myself staring at the small desk calendar, the days of Brian's leave circled in red and nearly spent* I wanted to scream, to go to Brian and clutch himJ8fi§ESBl wildly. Instead I went to the balcony and sat, pondering my new ring, glancing^ over my shoulder (occasionally) at the French doors. There were no more leaves to watch at-|his altitude. The trees stretched D°ny fingers to the merciless blue of the sky. |