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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 36 из 173"I was born there, too, and when I saw your pictures, I felt like I knew you and-" Kelly said coldly, "You don't, and I don't like strange men bothering me." "Oh, I'm sorry." He swallowed. "I didn't mean to-I'm not strange. I mean-my name is Mark Harris, and I work for Kingsley International Group. When I saw you here, I-I thought maybe you didn't like having lunch alone and that you and I could-" Kelly gave him a scathing look. "You thought wrong. Now I'd like you to leave." He was stammering. "I-I didn't mean to intrude. It's just that I-" He saw the look on her face.
"I'm going." Kelly watched him walk out the door, carrying the magazine with him. Good riddance.
* * *
KELLY HAD SIGNED to do a week of layouts for several fashion magazines. The day after her encounter with Mark Harris, she was in the models' dressing room, getting dressed, when three dozen roses arrived for her. The card read: Please forgive me for bothering you.
Mark Harris.
Kelly ripped up the card. "Send the flowers to the children's hospital." The next morning the wardrobe mistress came into the dressing room again, with a package.
"Some man left this for you, Kelly." In it was a single orchid. The card read: I hope I'm forgiven. Mark Harris.
Kelly tore up the card. "Keep the flower."
* * *
AFTER THAT, MARK Harris's gifts came almost daily: a small basket of fruit, a mood ring, a toy Santa Claus. Kelly threw them all into a wastebasket. The next gift that arrived was different: it was an adorable French poodle puppy with a red ribbon around its neck with a card:
This is "Angel." I hope you'll love her as much as I do. Mark Harris.
Kelly dialed Information and got the number of Kingsley International Group.
When their operator answered, Kelly asked, "Do you have a Mark Harris working there?" "Oui, mademoiselle." "Could I speak with him, please?" "Un moment." A minute later Kelly heard his familiar voice. "Hello?" "Mr. Harris?" "Yes." "This is Kelly. I've decided to take you up on your invitation to lunch." There was a stunned silence, then, "Really? That's-that's wonderful." Kelly could hear the excitement in his voice.
"Laurent today, at one?" "That will be great. Thank you so much. I-" "I'll make the reservation. Good-bye."
* * *
MARK HARRIS WAS standing, waiting at a table at Laurent, when Kelly strode in, carrying the puppy.
Mark's face lit up. "You-you came. I wasn't sure that-and you brought Angel." "Yes." Kelly planted the dog in Mark's arms. "She can join you for lunch," she said icily, and turned to leave.
Mark said, "I don't understand.
"I'm going." Kelly watched him walk out the door, carrying the magazine with him. Good riddance.
* * *
KELLY HAD SIGNED to do a week of layouts for several fashion magazines. The day after her encounter with Mark Harris, she was in the models' dressing room, getting dressed, when three dozen roses arrived for her. The card read: Please forgive me for bothering you.
Mark Harris.
Kelly ripped up the card. "Send the flowers to the children's hospital." The next morning the wardrobe mistress came into the dressing room again, with a package.
"Some man left this for you, Kelly." In it was a single orchid. The card read: I hope I'm forgiven. Mark Harris.
Kelly tore up the card. "Keep the flower."
* * *
AFTER THAT, MARK Harris's gifts came almost daily: a small basket of fruit, a mood ring, a toy Santa Claus. Kelly threw them all into a wastebasket. The next gift that arrived was different: it was an adorable French poodle puppy with a red ribbon around its neck with a card:
This is "Angel." I hope you'll love her as much as I do. Mark Harris.
Kelly dialed Information and got the number of Kingsley International Group.
When their operator answered, Kelly asked, "Do you have a Mark Harris working there?" "Oui, mademoiselle." "Could I speak with him, please?" "Un moment." A minute later Kelly heard his familiar voice. "Hello?" "Mr. Harris?" "Yes." "This is Kelly. I've decided to take you up on your invitation to lunch." There was a stunned silence, then, "Really? That's-that's wonderful." Kelly could hear the excitement in his voice.
"Laurent today, at one?" "That will be great. Thank you so much. I-" "I'll make the reservation. Good-bye."
* * *
MARK HARRIS WAS standing, waiting at a table at Laurent, when Kelly strode in, carrying the puppy.
Mark's face lit up. "You-you came. I wasn't sure that-and you brought Angel." "Yes." Kelly planted the dog in Mark's arms. "She can join you for lunch," she said icily, and turned to leave.
Mark said, "I don't understand.