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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 44 из 173He offered his condolences, then said, "Kelly, I realize this is not the appropriate time, but I think that getting back to work might be goodfor you right now. Our phone has been ringing off the hook.
When do you think you'll be ready to go to work?" "When Mark comes back to me." And she dropped the telephone.
* * *
AND NOW THE phone was ringing again. Finally Kelly picked it up.
"Yes?"
"Mrs. Harris?" Was she still Mrs. Harris? There was no Mr. Harris anymore, but she would always, always be Mark's wife.
She said firmly, "This is Mrs. Mark Harris." "This is Tanner Kingsley's office." The man Mark works-worked for. "Yes?" "Mr. Kingsley would appreciate it if you could come and see him in Manhattan. He would like to have a meeting with you at the company headquarters. Are you free?" Kelly was free. She had told the agency to cancel all her bookings. But she was surprised. Why does Tanner Kingsley want to see me? "Yes." "Will it be convenient for you to leave Paris on Friday?" Nothing would ever be convenient again. "Friday. All right." "Good. There will be a United Airlines ticket waiting for you at Charles de Gaulle airport." He gave her the flight number. "A car will meet you in New York."
* * *
MARK HAD SPOKEN to Kelly about Tanner Kingsley. Mark had met with him and thought he was a genius and a wonderful man to work for. Perhaps we could share some memories of Mark. The thought cheered her up.
Angel came running in and jumped onto her lap. Kelly hugged her. "What am I going to do with you while I'm away? Mama would take you with her, but I'm only going to be gone a few days." Suddenly, Kelly knew who would take care of the puppy.
* * *
KELLY WALKED DOWN the stairs to the building concierge's office. Workmen were installing a new elevator, and Kelly winced every time she passed them.
The superintendent of the building, Philippe Cendre, was a tall, attractive man with a warm personality, and his wife and daughter had always gone out of their way to be helpful. When they had heard the news about Mark, they had been devastated. Mark's funeral had been held at the Pere-Lachaise Cemetery, and Kelly had invited the Cendre family to attend.
Kelly approached Philippe's apartment door and knocked. When Philippe opened the door, Kelly said, "I have a favor to ask of you." "Come in. Anything you wish, Madame Harris." "I have to go to New York for three or four days. I wonder if you would mind taking care of Angel while I'm gone." "Mind? Ana Maria and I would love it." "Thank you. I would appreciate it." "And I promise to do everything I can to spoil her." Kelly smiled. "Too late. I've already spoiled her.
When do you think you'll be ready to go to work?" "When Mark comes back to me." And she dropped the telephone.
* * *
AND NOW THE phone was ringing again. Finally Kelly picked it up.
"Yes?"
"Mrs. Harris?" Was she still Mrs. Harris? There was no Mr. Harris anymore, but she would always, always be Mark's wife.
She said firmly, "This is Mrs. Mark Harris." "This is Tanner Kingsley's office." The man Mark works-worked for. "Yes?" "Mr. Kingsley would appreciate it if you could come and see him in Manhattan. He would like to have a meeting with you at the company headquarters. Are you free?" Kelly was free. She had told the agency to cancel all her bookings. But she was surprised. Why does Tanner Kingsley want to see me? "Yes." "Will it be convenient for you to leave Paris on Friday?" Nothing would ever be convenient again. "Friday. All right." "Good. There will be a United Airlines ticket waiting for you at Charles de Gaulle airport." He gave her the flight number. "A car will meet you in New York."
* * *
MARK HAD SPOKEN to Kelly about Tanner Kingsley. Mark had met with him and thought he was a genius and a wonderful man to work for. Perhaps we could share some memories of Mark. The thought cheered her up.
Angel came running in and jumped onto her lap. Kelly hugged her. "What am I going to do with you while I'm away? Mama would take you with her, but I'm only going to be gone a few days." Suddenly, Kelly knew who would take care of the puppy.
* * *
KELLY WALKED DOWN the stairs to the building concierge's office. Workmen were installing a new elevator, and Kelly winced every time she passed them.
The superintendent of the building, Philippe Cendre, was a tall, attractive man with a warm personality, and his wife and daughter had always gone out of their way to be helpful. When they had heard the news about Mark, they had been devastated. Mark's funeral had been held at the Pere-Lachaise Cemetery, and Kelly had invited the Cendre family to attend.
Kelly approached Philippe's apartment door and knocked. When Philippe opened the door, Kelly said, "I have a favor to ask of you." "Come in. Anything you wish, Madame Harris." "I have to go to New York for three or four days. I wonder if you would mind taking care of Angel while I'm gone." "Mind? Ana Maria and I would love it." "Thank you. I would appreciate it." "And I promise to do everything I can to spoil her." Kelly smiled. "Too late. I've already spoiled her.