Glass by Williams Suzanne D

Author:Williams, Suzanne D. [Williams, Suzanne D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-09-26T03:00:00+00:00

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Sunlight spilt through the glass across the bed directly into Andre’s eyes, almost foreign. He squinted and rolled over, content to lapse back into sleep, but the ruffled bedcover and empty place beside him sat him upright. Cerise was gone, and the sun was out. That meant––

His head like lead, he slumped back onto the mattress and groaned. Images from the previous night flickered through his head, the last some talk of a ghost named Lucille. A ghost? He didn’t believe in ghosts. Spirits and the supernatural, yes, but not “the souls of dead people wandering the earth.” Over and above that, he’d been taught of God’s power over demons through believers, so he had nothing to fear.

This didn’t stop him from speculating about it, speculation which soon turned to disbelief that anything in the last twenty-four hours had happened. Had he really come here to measure for a glass fixture and learned the story of his father? An incredible story and a sad one.

What had his dad thought after leaving this place? Knowing the love of his life was here and what had happened to her yet powerless to do anything about it. He’d obviously tried to move on. His own life was the result. But his dad had failed in part, and his mom had paid the price.

She was happy in her own way though, and intensely proud of him. She had friends and hobbies. She hoped to have grandchildren someday.

He made a face. What would she think of Cerise? Given whom she was, would she accept her or would it be too painful?

He didn’t know the future, but he wanted Cerise in it. If he believed in fate, he’d say it was destined to be – him and her. He’d say what their parents endured was for their benefit, because they needed to find each other. And maybe, though chance and fortune weren’t part of his personal views, maybe in some small part that was still true. Maybe what had happened was for their benefit, otherwise he wouldn’t be here, he wouldn’t have met her, and already, he couldn’t picture that.

The snap of the lock preceded Cerise’s return to the room. Her pink skirt flared out behind her in the draft of her movements. Balancing a breakfast tray in her hands, she kicked the door closed and carried it over to the bed. “Sit up.”

He did so, scooting upward and leaning on the rolled edge of the elaborately carved bed frame. She set the tray in his lap.

“What’d I do to deserve this?” he asked.

She smiled and turned the handle of a fork his direction. “You are so cute.”

He gave a short laugh. “I’ll do cute more often if it earns me favors.”

Her smile straightened then and her eyes became introspective.

“What is it?” he asked.

She rose from bed and made to turn, but stopped. “I brought you food because you haven’t much time.”

“Much time?”

She waved at the window. “The sun has returned. My grandmother wants to see you downstairs in half an hour.

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