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    The escape and The escape…in the mirror

    Story written on March 31, 2009 by tlwmaster.
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    A story about love, betrayal, promise and hope and the infinite longing after the perfection in itself, told from two different aspects, dived into the memories and the thought and feeling world of two women, the together so different experienced.

    Part 29

     

    The escape

     

    A slip of paper hangs on the door: "Hello Bette! It is Sunday 7:30 pm. Because your car in the entrance does not stand I suppose sometimes that you have left. An employee of you said to me that you have vacation. I have come along worries about you. Please, call me if you are back, I must urgently talk with you! Marina"

     

    The answering machine flashes. I put down my pocket, get a glass from the shelve, the bottle from the refrigerator and pour it half-filled. How cowardly I am, nevertheless, how small and weakly, then I press the button: "Here news 1, Friday 8:36 pm." "Hello is Marina. It is a pity that you are not at home. I would talk with pleasure with you. Whenever you come home, can you call me please? Bye." "News 2, Saturday 10:10 am." "Hello, Marina once more where you are only or I have forgotten there something? Does announce you, nevertheless, please?" "News 3, Saturday 9:48 pm." "Bette? Bette? Slowly I cannot believe at all that you are not there. Does it go well to you? Can I do something for you? Should I go past? Call me?" "News 4, Sunday 3:15 pm" "I am it, your employee was last night in my bar. He said that you have vacation. I hope, now you have not crept away in your flat. I must talk quite urgently to me to you. Tonight I go past sometimes, okay? See you later." "Now end of the news" Only occurs to me that I could have said Marina at least answer. Nevertheless, I would have had to know that she is worried.

     

    "Hello here is Bette." "Thank God. Is everything okay with you?" "Yes, I am doing well." "Where it were the last days?" "This is a long history. Can we talk tomorrow about it, Marina?" "Yes, clearly, nevertheless. I must say something important to you!" "Has the time till tomorrow? How it would be if you go past tomorrow evening, we talk." "Yes, I am thus against 9 with you. Rest you first from and sleep nicely. See you tomorrow bye." "Bye."

     

    If now I do not do it, I will never probably do it. So I sit down to my desk, the paper and the fountain pen gets from the drawer and starts to write:

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