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Shades of Night; Collected Short Stories: 1996-1999
What the Dead May Do
Chapter 5 Page 7
Shades of Night; Collected Short Stories: 1996-1999
What the Dead May Do
Chapter 5 Page 7
He was talking on the telephone. I could hear every word he was saying, and, if I tried hard enough, every word the other party was saying, as well. It was Adrianna.
She was crying. Between sniffles, she sobbed, 'He was always so strong, so sure of himself. Never in a million years would I have thought that . . . that . . . he could . . . that he would . . . otherwise I wouldn't have left him . . . if only I had known . . . if only he had told me . . . "
To which Sol replied, 'Don't blame yourself, Adrianna. Scott had his own ways about things. He didn't speak much about himself to anybody.'
'But I shouldn't have left him. I promised in sickness and in health, richer or poorer. I promised . . .'
Yeah. She had promised. I had promised. What do promises mean? What can the dead do? What can't they do? One thing I couldn't do, I suddenly realized, was listen to her broken-hearted confessions any longer. Our parting had been nothing more than a rocky spot in a long, happy marriage. We would have made it back together, I was certain. WERE making it back together, in fact, before all this happened.
She was crying. Between sniffles, she sobbed, 'He was always so strong, so sure of himself. Never in a million years would I have thought that . . . that . . . he could . . . that he would . . . otherwise I wouldn't have left him . . . if only I had known . . . if only he had told me . . . "
To which Sol replied, 'Don't blame yourself, Adrianna. Scott had his own ways about things. He didn't speak much about himself to anybody.'
'But I shouldn't have left him. I promised in sickness and in health, richer or poorer. I promised . . .'
Yeah. She had promised. I had promised. What do promises mean? What can the dead do? What can't they do? One thing I couldn't do, I suddenly realized, was listen to her broken-hearted confessions any longer. Our parting had been nothing more than a rocky spot in a long, happy marriage. We would have made it back together, I was certain. WERE making it back together, in fact, before all this happened.
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