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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
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CHAPTER 4
I'M AFRAID I have some bad news… killed last night… we found his body under a bridge…
For Diane Stevens, time had stopped. She wandered aimlessly through the large apartment filled with memories and thought: Its comfort has gone… its warmth has gone… without Richard, it is only a collection of cold bricks. It will never come alive again.
Diane sank onto the couch and closed her eyes. Richard, darling the day we were married, you asked what I would like as a gift. I told you I didn't want anything. But I do now. Come back to me. It doesn't matter if I can't see you. Just hold me in your arms. I'll know you 're here. I need to feel your touch once more. I want to feel you stroking my breast… I want to imagine that I can hear your voice saying that I make the best paella in the world… I want to hear your voice asking me to stop pulling the bedcovers ojfyou… I want to hear you telling me that you love me. She tried to stop the sudden flow of tears, but it was impossible.
* * *
FROM THE TIME Diane realized that Richard was dead, she spent the next several days locked away in their darkened apartment, refusing to answer the telephone or the door. She was like a wounded animal, hiding. She wanted to be alone with her pain.
Richard, there were so many times I wanted to say "I love you," so that you would say "I love you, too." But I didn't want to sound needy. I was a fool. Now I'm needy.
Finally, when the constant ringing of the telephone and the incessant sound of the doorbell would not stop, Diane opened the door.
Carolyn Ter, one of Diane's closest friends, stood there. She looked at Diane and said, "You look like hell." Her voice softened. "Everyone's been trying to reach you, honey. We've all been worried sick." "I'm sorry, Carolyn, but I just can't-" Carolyn took Diane in her arms. "I know. But there are a lot of friends who want to see you." Diane shook her head. "No. It's im-" "Diane, Richard's life is over, but yours isn't. Don't shut out the people who love you. I'll start making calls."
* * *
FRIENDS OF DIANE and Richard began telephoning and coming to the apartment, and Diane found herself listening to the endless litany of the cliches of death:
"Think of it this way, Diane. Richard is at peace…" "God called him, darling…" "I know Richard is in heaven, shining down on you…" "He's passed over to a better place…" "He's joined the angels…" Diane wanted to scream.
* * *
THE STREAM OF visitors seemed endless.
CHAPTER 4
I'M AFRAID I have some bad news… killed last night… we found his body under a bridge…
For Diane Stevens, time had stopped. She wandered aimlessly through the large apartment filled with memories and thought: Its comfort has gone… its warmth has gone… without Richard, it is only a collection of cold bricks. It will never come alive again.
Diane sank onto the couch and closed her eyes. Richard, darling the day we were married, you asked what I would like as a gift. I told you I didn't want anything. But I do now. Come back to me. It doesn't matter if I can't see you. Just hold me in your arms. I'll know you 're here. I need to feel your touch once more. I want to feel you stroking my breast… I want to imagine that I can hear your voice saying that I make the best paella in the world… I want to hear your voice asking me to stop pulling the bedcovers ojfyou… I want to hear you telling me that you love me. She tried to stop the sudden flow of tears, but it was impossible.
* * *
FROM THE TIME Diane realized that Richard was dead, she spent the next several days locked away in their darkened apartment, refusing to answer the telephone or the door. She was like a wounded animal, hiding. She wanted to be alone with her pain.
Richard, there were so many times I wanted to say "I love you," so that you would say "I love you, too." But I didn't want to sound needy. I was a fool. Now I'm needy.
Finally, when the constant ringing of the telephone and the incessant sound of the doorbell would not stop, Diane opened the door.
Carolyn Ter, one of Diane's closest friends, stood there. She looked at Diane and said, "You look like hell." Her voice softened. "Everyone's been trying to reach you, honey. We've all been worried sick." "I'm sorry, Carolyn, but I just can't-" Carolyn took Diane in her arms. "I know. But there are a lot of friends who want to see you." Diane shook her head. "No. It's im-" "Diane, Richard's life is over, but yours isn't. Don't shut out the people who love you. I'll start making calls."
* * *
FRIENDS OF DIANE and Richard began telephoning and coming to the apartment, and Diane found herself listening to the endless litany of the cliches of death:
"Think of it this way, Diane. Richard is at peace…" "God called him, darling…" "I know Richard is in heaven, shining down on you…" "He's passed over to a better place…" "He's joined the angels…" Diane wanted to scream.
* * *
THE STREAM OF visitors seemed endless.