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Charlotte Lamb - Haunted

Charlotte Lamb - Haunted

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Published by: Robert Fernandez on Feb 19, 2012
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Haunted (1983)ByCharlotte Lamb
She should have forgotten Damian.Well, she had tried. She had stayed away from him for two long years. ButElizabeth knew she had never quite freed herself from him; she had always been uneasily aware that what had been between them wasn't finished.She had felt sure somehow that one day they would meet again, but now hewas dead. She would never see Damian again.Yet however many times she told herself this, she felt the same wild stab of  pain, the same inner cry of disbelief. If Damian was dead, why did he keepcalling to her?CHAPTER ONEE
hadn't even caught the man's name, she had barely looked at himsince they were introduced. He had been doing all the talking, he was asmall, spare man in his fifties with a strong Bronx accent and very expensiveclothes, she kept seeing a wide gold ring flashing on his hand as he gestured.It was a business party, but he wasn't one of their clients, so Elizabeth could be polite without worrying over much about listening to him, and her mindkept wandering. She was idly looking at the paintings hanging on the wallsof the penthouse, when one of them made her breath catch. She hadn'tnoticed it before, it was half hidden by a huge pot of green ferns whichseemed almost to grow out of the picture as she stared. She remembered itso well. She had sat on damp grass on that riverbank, watching Damian
 paint it: a water picture, cool and tranquil, all silver and green, with willows,and wild geese flying overhead, their grey-brown breasts repeated in thestormy sky behind them.'Beautiful technique he had,' the man standing beside her said, and shelooked at him, open-eyed.'Sorry?''Damian Hayes,' he said. 'That's what you were looking at, wasn't it? He didit a couple of years ago, his style changed after that, got angrier, know whatI mean?' Elizabeth knew precisely what he meant. She stared at the paintingand saw Damian's face imposed on it; a hard, unsmiling mask with wildnessin the black eyes. When he looked like that Damian frightened her, that waswhy she had tried to forget him, put the Atlantic Ocean between them. It wasso long since she had seen him, yet it seemed only yesterday she hadwatched him paint that picture; time telescoped and elongated, it made her feel dizzy. She hadn't seen him for two years, yet she felt him present at the back of her mind, she couldn't evict him from her thoughts and she didn't believe he had forgotten her. Sometimes she woke up in the night and knewhe was thinking about her. It was a strange experience, as if Damian wasreaching out to her across the world, it made her sit up in bed trembling.That was why she hadn't dared to go home to England; she had wanted to

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