Havel Keats crosses his toes and waits in dread for his best friend to finish speaking. He isn’t good with words and he fears the moment he would have to comment on which Endre said.
‘So what do you think?’
‘I think you should just love her.’
Endre looks at his best friend in astonishment. What the -? After all that he has said!
‘What do you mean? I do love her.’
‘Err…let me tell you about
Endre looks at
‘I still don’t understand?’ Endre asks in confusion.
‘I guess I just want to say ‘love her for what she is and forgive her for what she isn’t ’. Love the thorns if you must. The past is over. Look at
With a smile on his face, he picks up the phone to tell Faye that he would be home tonight for dinner.
The phone rings and rings. He frowns. It is not like her to miss a phone call.
Ten minutes before Endre’s call home, Faye has been listening to the stereo, playing her favorite song and preparing a dinner of roasted chicken. Endre has promised her that morning that he might be home for dinner and she wanted to give him a good one. He hasn’t been home for dinner in weeks and she misses him… Endre…
The doorbell rang.
‘Endre!’ She uttered happily as she scuttled quickly to the door. Her expression fell the moment she recognized that uniform the Sim was wearing.
‘Ms. Keats, you are under suspicion for instigating the murder of Mr. Gordon Kim. Please come with us to the police station. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law...’
She didn’t hear the rest …it wasn’t important now.
Her long long dream … It was truly … over…now...
‘Let me call my sister. My kids need a babysitter.’ The policeman nodded respectfully. He knew who she was and knew he would be given hell if he dared to be rude to her.
The radio played the last chorus of Frank Sinarta’s ‘Slowly as I Leave You’ as the policeman discreetly took her away. A shell-shocked
As Faye took a last look at her house, tears ran down her face and she knew it was now the time to pay for the price of obtaining Endre Bivins…
After all these years…all these years of happiness…
this is but a small price to pay, isn’t it?