The Stand - Stephen King by Unknown

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Format: epub
Published: 2010-06-04T23:15:48.810000+00:00

From Fran Goldsmith's Diary

August 1, 1990

No entry last night, too excited, too happy. Stu and I are together.

He has agreed that I'd better keep the secret of my Lone Ranger as long as possible, hopefully until we are settled. If it's to be Colorado, that's okay with me. The way I feel tonight, the mountains of the moon would be okay with me. Do I sound like a dizzy schoolgirl? Well-if a lady can't sound like a dizzy schoolgirl in her diary, where can she sound like one?

But I must say one other thing before I drop the subject of the Lone Ranger. It has to do with my "maternal instinct." Is there such a thing? I think yes. Probably hormonal. I have not felt my old self for some weeks now, but it's very hard to separate the changes caused by my pregnancy from the changes caused by the terrible disaster which has overtaken the world. But there IS a certain jealous feeling ("jealousy" isn't really the right word, but it's the closest I can seem to come to the right word tonight), a feeling that you have moved a little closer to the center of the universe and must protect your position there. That's why the Veronal seems a geater risk than the bad dreams, although my rational mind believes that Veronal would not hurt the baby at all-not, at least, at the low levels the others have been maintaining. And I suppose that jealous feeling is also a part of the love I feel for StuRedman. I feel I am loving, as well as eating, for two.

Otherwise, I must be quick. I need my sleep, no matter what dreams may come. We haven't made it all the way across Indiana as quickly as we had hoped—a horrible clog of vehicles near the Elkhart interchange slowed us down. A good many of the vehicles were army. There were dead soldiers. Glen, SusanStern, Dayna, and Stu took as much firepower as they could find—about 2 dozen rifles, some grenades, and-yes, folks, it's true-a rocket launcher. As I write now, Harold and Stu are trying to figure out the rocket launcher, for which there are 17 or 18 rockets. Please God they don't blow themselves up.

Speaking of Harold, I must tell you, dear diary, that he doesn't SUSPECT A THING (sounds like a line from an old BetteDavis movie, doesn't it). When we catch up with Mother Abigail's party I suppose he will have to be told; it would not be fair to hide it any longer, come what may.

But today he was brighter & more cheerful than I have ever seen him. He grinned so much I thought his face would crack! He was the one who suggested Stu help him with that dangerous rocket launcher, and

But here they come back now. Will finish later.

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Frannie slept heavily and dreamlessly. So did they all, with the exception of HaroldLauder. Sometime shortly after midnight he rose and walked softly to where Frannie lay, and stood looking down at her.

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