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chapter 2 to A Dangerous Love
chapter 2 to A Dangerous Love

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Chapter2Chapter TwoThe next few days ran together. Occasionally Howard would ask her questions,but mostly he and Connie handled the plans by themselves. Try as they might,they were unable to find relatives closer than third cousins who lived inColorado. They were a family who knew all they had was each other. It wassomething they had learned to accept. They all leaned on each other in hardtimes.Lisa came home from the hospital the day before the funeral and Connie insistedon staying with her for a while. Other than the fact that she and Howard hadalready disrupted their lives enough for her, it was comforting to have herthere. As she stared at the caskets she knew she should feel something should
cry. And yet the numbness hung over her like a thick fog. Through it she heardthe mumbling of the reverend, but not the words. Len and Howard took turns ather side throughout the funeral and at graveside. Together they led her away.They watched her with matching troubled expressions, asking the same questionsand getting the same answer. It was so surreal that it was almost mundane.Connie and Howard talked to the school, making arrangements for graduation.Their efforts relieved her of concern about the ceremony. The diploma was givento her in the privacy of the principles office.
Connie had moved into the house for a while. Her presence was reassuring butshe was driving extra miles to work every day. Lisa got up every morning andfixed breakfast. After the dishes were done and the beds made, she usuallywandered around the house or sat in the yard, soaking up sun. Twice Len came tovisit and Howard was there every night. Once someone from church came by to seeif she needed help. They hadnt seen her in church for a while and they were
worried about her.Gradually the numbness gave way to pain. The antidepressants didnt help that
much, but maybe they were responsible for the fact that she had not lost controlyet.Lisa was making the beds one morning and Connie was in the bathroom brushing herteeth.You know, Lisa said, you dont need to stay here and take care of me any
longer. I can take care of myself.
Connie looked at her in the mirror. Youre not ready yet, she said around a
mouth full of white foam. You havent even cried yet.
Im as ready as Im ever going to get, Lisa responded without emotion. And
what does crying help? It wont bring them back.
Connie rinsed her mouth and put her toothbrush up before she responded. She cameto the doorway. I like being here with you, she insisted. I could be a room
mate help you with the bills and pay rent.
I dont need help with the bills. Thanks to the insurance, there arent any.
But you have to eat. That costs money and gas . . .
 
I dont eat much or go any place.
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Thats just it. You dont do anything but sit around and stare. You answer
me, but you dont hear me.
Lisa sighed. Im sorry Ive been such a poor companion. As for sitting around
doing nothing, Im going to do something about that.
What? Connies tone was pensive.
Im going back to the old place in the mountains.
Well, Connie hesitated. Maybe a vacation would be good right now, but dont
go back there. It will only make you feel worse.
Lisa shrugged. Having everyone run her life was getting old. Maybe that was agood sign. I dont think so.
OK, if you have to go, take someone with you. Ill take off work and . . .
Thanks, Lisa said as she pulled the bedspread over the pillow. But you
havent been working there all that long.
Ask Len to go with you.
Lisa swung around and stared at Connie. Len? We barely know each other. And
hed have to leave work too. She eyed Connie suspiciously. Or do you think
hed consider it part of his job to watch me?
Connie smiled. I know youve been preoccupied, but everyone else has noticed
his interest in you.
Lisa rolled her eyes. I dont need a boyfriend. Im not very good at that
anyway.
Allen was no good. You must know that by now.
I dont know that, but it doesnt matter. I should have known.
Maybe Howard . . .
No. Lisa interrupted. Ive taken up enough of his time.
He doesnt think so.
Lisa sighed. I have a cell phone.
Oh great. If someone tries to attack you, just point it at them.
Would you rather I took a gun? Dad has one.
Connie looked stricken. No, of course not. But youre not thinking right.
Youre still grieving.
And I will be for a very long time. But life goes on . . . for some of us.
Connie threw her hands up in defeat. At least tell Len where youre going, or
 
Howard.
All Len wants out of me is information about Allen, and Howard couldnt care
less where I am.
Dont be silly. They both care a lot. Do you think everything they have done
has been with the single ambition of getting third-party information out ofyou?
Lisa stared at Connie. It was a selfish thought, showing no appreciation foreverything they had done.I hadnt thought of it that way. I didnt mean to be so disrespectful.
I know. Youve been in a fog since the accident. I think you still need
someone here, but youre definitely getting better. Maybe a little time to
yourself is a good idea.
I dont mean to chase you out. Youve been a comfort to me. I just think its
time I stopped leaning on everyone.
I know. Connie hugged her. And Im glad I could be there when you needed me.
Just remember, Ill always be there whenever you need me.
Connie packed and left that evening after work, still expressing her concern andinsisting that Lisa call her if she wanted to talk. Lisa thanked her for allthe help and assured her that she would be fine.That night exhaustion did what no pill could do, and she finally slept. She wasawakened later by the door bell. The alarm clock beside her bed indicated 2:00am in large orange numbers. She sat up and reached for her robe, wondering whomight be visiting at this time in the morning. The doorbell rang again. Im
coming, she grumbled as she pulled on her robe and walked down the hall. The
peek hole revealed Allen standing on the porch, a cigarette hanging from hislips. For a moment she hesitated, remembering their last discussion. He rangthe doorbell again and pounded on the door. She sighed and opened the door,leaving the storm door locked.Allen stared at her form a minute. Well, are you going to let me in?
No, she said.
He frowned. Why not?
Youre drunk.
He grunted. Ive been drinking. Im not drunk. I just want to talk to you.
So talk. He was drunk - maybe not staggering drunk, but drunk enough to
impair his judgment. Otherwise he would have waited until a reasonable hour tovisit.Come on, let me in. This is between you and me, not the entire neighborhood.
She shrugged. Then dont talk so loud.
Im not going to hurt you. I just wanted to ask you a question.

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