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It　couldnt　have　been　worse；　she　thought。　〃It　was　。。。　　difficult。〃

〃Are　you　sure　theres　nothing　I　can　do？〃

〃Im　sure。〃　She　forced　a　smile　into　her　voice；　for　her　mothers　sake；

but　it　vanished　the　instant　the　words　were　out。

The　older　woman　sighed。　〃All　right。　Ill　call　you　later。　Get　some　rest。〃

〃I　will。　And　thanks　for　calling；　Mom。〃

〃Youre　wele；　darling。　Bye…bye。〃

She　hung　up　the　phone　thinking　that；　more　than　anything；　she　needed　a

shoulder　to　cry　on；　but　the　tears　refused　to　e。　For　a　time；　she

wandered　aimlessly　from　room　to　room；　window　to　window。　Eventually　she

changed　into　jeans　and　an　oversized　shirt　and；　barefoot；　returned　to　the

living　room。　She　felt　every　bit　the　hollow　shell　she　must　have　looked。

The　view　from　the　window　held　nothing　for　her。　Nor　did　a　glance　at　the

days　mail。　Unable　to　muster　energy；　she　stretched　out　on　the　sofa。

One　hour　passed；　then　another；　and　the　enormity　of　the　days　happenings

sank　in。　Mitch　had　deceived　her。　Oh；　it　might　have　started　innocently

enough　in　September；　but　in　time　she　had　mentioned　the　crash；　even　its

date；　and　the　uping　trial。　He　might　have　spoken　up　then。　He　might

have　spoken　up　last　night。

She　held　her　stomach　tightly。　If　only　she　could　cry。　If　only　she　could

scream。　Instead　she　felt　drained；　heartbroken；　half　whole。

The　telephone　rang　again。　She　tried　to　ignore　it　under　a　layer　of

pillows。　When　it　kept　up；　she　realized　that　if　it　was　her　mother　again

and　she　didnt　answer；　the　woman　would　be　on　at　her　door　in　no　time

flat。

With　an　effort；　she　dragged　herself　from　the　sofa　and　went　to　the　wall

phone　in　the　kitchen。　〃Hello？〃

〃Anne？〃　His　voice　was　deep　and；　in　spite　of　everything；　dear。

Stunned；　she　quietly　hung　up　the　phone。　Wobbly　legs　took　her　back　to　the

sofa。　She　doubled　over　there；　hugged　her　knees　to　her　chest；　and　waited

for　him　to　call　again。　In　a　matter　of　seconds；　the　phone　began　to　ring。

She　let　it　ring　and　ring　and　ring。　She　rocked　back　and　forth；　suffering

with　the　sound。　She　tried　covering　her　ears　with　her　hands；　but　the

ringing　seemed　to　grow　louder　and　louder；　more　and　more　harsh；　crueler

and　crueler。

At　last；　it　ceased。　Only　then　did　she　break　down　and　weep。

The　days　that　followed　were　pure　hell　for　Anne。　After　tears；　came

selfrecrimination。　She　had　been　naive；　sh