![]() ![]() Did I leave tracks? Did I - Paul Sheldon fell unconscious. Oh, I am in so much trouble here, he thought. Without Misery, there would simply be no life left for him, or in him. He loved her so much without her he would die. Geoffrey was right, of course - dear old Geoffrey was rarely wrong - but sometimes when he was alone, the Gearless of Misery's escape from the Grim Reaper came forcibly home to him, and it was nearly impossible to hold the tears back. "I thought you were in a lot of pain, buster."ĭistantly, from the parlor, he could hear the rippling strains of Chopin, and he paused with the strip of towel still in his left hand, listening. She looked at him, gaze narrowing slightly. "Annie, could you wait five minutes?" he managed. The moisture running down his cheeks now was not rainwater but tears. "All done?" she asked a few moments later. He held onto one thought - she was going to lift him into bed, and when she did that she would have to be blind as well as numb not to notice that the back of his underwear happened to be stuffed with little boxes. and your legs must be singing grand opera." He nodded, although the truth was that he could not feel anything - this medication on top of what he'd already given himself was rolling him toward unconsciousness at an alarming rate, and he was beginning to see the room through gauzy layers of gray. ![]() "Now let's get you back in bed," she said. She took the urinal away from him and set it carefully on the floor. He remembered Geoffrey saying You must not cry in front of her, old man - that is the one thing you must never do It was only after midnight, an hour after Geoffrey had ridden into the gathering storm to try and fetch the doctor, that the midwife had grown alarmed. Her labor had been long and hard, but no longer and no harder than that of many other young ladies she had seen, the midwife declared. There was an old strip of towelling hung from a hook in the entryway, and after hanging up his dripping coat and removing his boots, he used it to towel his dark-blonde hair dry. "Dear old Geoffrey" He spoke it aloud this time as he stepped into the huge and stuporously warm West Country kitchen. He looked at her helplessly, knowing he was going to be caught after all. " He knew what he wanted to say but it was drifting away from him. ![]()
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