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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 45 из 173" "When do you plan to leave?" "Friday." "Very well. I will see to everything. Did I tell you that my daughter has been accepted at the Sorbonne?" "No. That's wonderful. You must be very proud." "I am. She starts in two weeks. We're all very excited. It's a dream come true."
* * *
FRIDAY MORNING KELLY took Angel down to Philippe Cendre's apartment.
Kelly handed the concierge some paper bags. "Here's Angel's favorite food and some toys for her to play-" Philippe stepped back, and behind him Kelly saw a pile of dog toys on the floor.
Kelly laughed. "Angel, you're in good hands." She gave the puppy a final hug.
"Good-bye, Angel.
Thank you so much, Philippe."
* * *
ON THE MORNING Kelly was leaving, Nicole Paradis, the receptionist at the fancy apartment building, was standing at the door to say good-bye. An ebullient gray-haired woman, she was so tiny that when she was seated behind her desk, only the top of her head was visible.
She smiled at Kelly and said, "We will miss you, madame. Please hurry back to us." Kelly took her hand. "Thank you. I'll be back soon, Nicole." And, minutes later, she was on her way to the airport.
The Charles de Gaulle airport was crowded beyond belief, as always. It was a surrealistic maze of ticket counters, shops, restaurants, stairways, and giant escalators crawling up and down like prehistoric monsters.
When Kelly arrived, the airport manager escorted her to a private lounge.
Forty-five minutes later, her flight was announced. As Kelly started toward the boarding gate, a woman standing nearby watched her go through the gate. The moment Kelly was out of sight, the woman picked up her cell phone and made a call.
* * *
KELLY SAT in her airplane seat, thinking about Mark, oblivious to the fact that most of the men and women in the cabin were covertly staring at her. What was Mark doing on the observation deck of the Eiffel Tower at midnight? Who was he going to meet? And why? And the worst question of all-Why would Mark commit suicide? We were so happy together. We loved each other so much.
I don't believe he killed himself. Not Mark… not Mark… not Mark. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift back…
* * *
IT WAS THEIR first date. She had dressed for the evening in a prim black skirt and a high-necked white blouse so that Mark would not get the idea that she was trying to tempt him in any way. This was just going to be a casual, congenial evening. Kelly found that she was nervous.
* * *
FRIDAY MORNING KELLY took Angel down to Philippe Cendre's apartment.
Kelly handed the concierge some paper bags. "Here's Angel's favorite food and some toys for her to play-" Philippe stepped back, and behind him Kelly saw a pile of dog toys on the floor.
Kelly laughed. "Angel, you're in good hands." She gave the puppy a final hug.
"Good-bye, Angel.
Thank you so much, Philippe."
* * *
ON THE MORNING Kelly was leaving, Nicole Paradis, the receptionist at the fancy apartment building, was standing at the door to say good-bye. An ebullient gray-haired woman, she was so tiny that when she was seated behind her desk, only the top of her head was visible.
She smiled at Kelly and said, "We will miss you, madame. Please hurry back to us." Kelly took her hand. "Thank you. I'll be back soon, Nicole." And, minutes later, she was on her way to the airport.
The Charles de Gaulle airport was crowded beyond belief, as always. It was a surrealistic maze of ticket counters, shops, restaurants, stairways, and giant escalators crawling up and down like prehistoric monsters.
When Kelly arrived, the airport manager escorted her to a private lounge.
Forty-five minutes later, her flight was announced. As Kelly started toward the boarding gate, a woman standing nearby watched her go through the gate. The moment Kelly was out of sight, the woman picked up her cell phone and made a call.
* * *
KELLY SAT in her airplane seat, thinking about Mark, oblivious to the fact that most of the men and women in the cabin were covertly staring at her. What was Mark doing on the observation deck of the Eiffel Tower at midnight? Who was he going to meet? And why? And the worst question of all-Why would Mark commit suicide? We were so happy together. We loved each other so much.
I don't believe he killed himself. Not Mark… not Mark… not Mark. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift back…
* * *
IT WAS THEIR first date. She had dressed for the evening in a prim black skirt and a high-necked white blouse so that Mark would not get the idea that she was trying to tempt him in any way. This was just going to be a casual, congenial evening. Kelly found that she was nervous.