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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 37 из 173I thought-" "Well, I'm going to explain it foryou for the last time," Kelly snapped. "I want you to stop annoying me. Do you understand that?" Mark Harris's face turned a bright red. "Yes. Yes, of course. I'm sorry. I didn't-I didn't mean toI just thought-I don't know what to… I'd like to explain. Would you sit down just for a moment?" Kelly started to say no, then sat, a look of contempt on her face. Yes?
Mark Harris took a deep breath. "I'm really so sorry. I didn't mean to annoy you. I sent you those things to apologize for intruding. All I wanted was a chance to-when I saw your picture, I felt as though I had known you all my life. And then when I saw you in person and you were even more-" He was stammering, mortified. "I— I should have known that someone like you could never be interested in someone like… I-I acted like a stupid schoolboy. I'm so embarrassed. It's just that II didn't know how to tell you how I felt, and…" His voice trailed off.
There was a naked vulnerability about him. "I'm just not good at… at explaining my feelings. I've been alone all my life. No one ever… when I was six years old, my parents got a divorce, and there was a custody battle.
Neither one of them wanted me." Kelly was watching him, silent. His words were resonating in her mind, bringing back long-buried memories.
Why didn't you get rid of the kid before she was born?
I tried to. It didn't work.
He went on. "I grew up in half a dozen different foster homes, where nobody cared…" These are your uncles. Don't bother them.
"It seems I couldn't do anything right…" The dinner is lousy… That dress is the wrong color for you… You haven't finished cleaning the bathrooms…
"They wanted me to quit school to work at a garage, but I-I wanted to be a scientist. They said I was too dumb…" Kelly was becoming more and more engrossed in what he was saying.
I want to be a model.
All models are whores…
"I dreamed of going to college, but they said with the kind of work I would be doing, I-I didn't need an education." What the hell do you need to go to school for? With your looks, you could peddle your ass…
"When I got a scholarship to MIT, my foster parents said I would probably flunk out, and should go to work at the garage…" College? You'll waste four years of your life…
Listening to this stranger was like hearing a replay of her own life.
Kelly sat there, deeply touched, feeling the same painful emotions as the stranger seated across from her.
"When I finished MIT, I went to work for a branch of Kingsley International Group in Paris.
Mark Harris took a deep breath. "I'm really so sorry. I didn't mean to annoy you. I sent you those things to apologize for intruding. All I wanted was a chance to-when I saw your picture, I felt as though I had known you all my life. And then when I saw you in person and you were even more-" He was stammering, mortified. "I— I should have known that someone like you could never be interested in someone like… I-I acted like a stupid schoolboy. I'm so embarrassed. It's just that II didn't know how to tell you how I felt, and…" His voice trailed off.
There was a naked vulnerability about him. "I'm just not good at… at explaining my feelings. I've been alone all my life. No one ever… when I was six years old, my parents got a divorce, and there was a custody battle.
Neither one of them wanted me." Kelly was watching him, silent. His words were resonating in her mind, bringing back long-buried memories.
Why didn't you get rid of the kid before she was born?
I tried to. It didn't work.
He went on. "I grew up in half a dozen different foster homes, where nobody cared…" These are your uncles. Don't bother them.
"It seems I couldn't do anything right…" The dinner is lousy… That dress is the wrong color for you… You haven't finished cleaning the bathrooms…
"They wanted me to quit school to work at a garage, but I-I wanted to be a scientist. They said I was too dumb…" Kelly was becoming more and more engrossed in what he was saying.
I want to be a model.
All models are whores…
"I dreamed of going to college, but they said with the kind of work I would be doing, I-I didn't need an education." What the hell do you need to go to school for? With your looks, you could peddle your ass…
"When I got a scholarship to MIT, my foster parents said I would probably flunk out, and should go to work at the garage…" College? You'll waste four years of your life…
Listening to this stranger was like hearing a replay of her own life.
Kelly sat there, deeply touched, feeling the same painful emotions as the stranger seated across from her.
"When I finished MIT, I went to work for a branch of Kingsley International Group in Paris.