"That's a funny way to put it, isn't it?" he asked. "Remain in their marriage? It makes it sound like a room, a place, rather than a relationship.

"Anyway, according to what I managed to pull out of her, my mother revealed that this had happened a little more than two weeks ago. Can you imagine keeping that a secret or, as in her case, ignoring it for more than two weeks? Maybe she thought that the next time he called, if he bothered calling again, he would not mention ending their marriage, or maybe she thought he would just show up and none of that conversation would matter. Who knows how she thinks!" he screamed and pounded his own legs.

The sight of someone inflicting such obvious pain on himself made me wince.

He laughed rather than show it had hurt.

"Imagine how stupid I must have looked insisting she talk to my father about my sister. Heyden who? Elisha who? he would probably say."

"I'm sorry. Heyden."

"Yeah, me. too. Actually," he continued, "I'm not sorry anymore. I'm out of sorry. I'm on to what's the difference?"

He sighed deeply and shook his head.

''She started to cry, of course, and moan about our troubles. I felt so bad I gave her the money I was going to use to buy the guitar today. With my father deserting us like this, we're not even going to be able to afford this rathole if I don't get more work. She doesn't make enough. My father's checks were important. I guess I'll have to drop out of school," he added.

"Oh. Heyden, no."

"Not no. yes. So anyway, you can see why I didn't bother to go to school today. Why pretend the inevitable isn't going to happen? Why be like my mother?"

"Maybe you can get some sort of student aid," I said.

He raised his eyebrows, "Yeah. What I can do is get a cheaper guitar and play on the corner for small change. I'll put a sign on the can that reads Student Aid."

"I know I have no right to encourage you. Heyden, but you can't give up."

"Who's giving up? Who even had a start?'" He studied me a moment and nodded, "I knew when I first entered the magnet school that I shouldn't. I shouldn't go where so many well-to-do students were going. I never expected to feel comfortable there. I let some do-gooder guidance counselor give me advice, pump me up with myself,

'But there I was among all of you in your expensive clothes, many driving your own cars, most taking private music lessons. I might as well have tried to go to school on the moon."

"That's not true. Heyden. There's no one there better than you."

"Not better, no but better of 'he said. "Hey, thanks for coming to find out why I didn't show up. I appreciate it, but now you can see why you're better off turning around and forgetting you ever met me, okay?" he said and lay back again.

"No," I said approaching him. "It's not okay."

I sat beside him on his bed. He kept his face turned away from me, but I leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"You promised to take me on an official date and show me a good time. I'm collecting on that promise."

"Didn't you hear anything I just said?"

"Sorry. It went in one ear and out the other," I told him, beaming my smile down at him like a ray of sunshine.

"I'm not going to go look at that guitar, Hannah. It would be like torturing myself."

"No, it won't. If it's good, we'll get it. I'll loan you the money." "I wouldn't take money from you." he snapped indignantly.

"You won't be. I'm not giving you the money. I said I would lend it to you. Say at 7 percent interest annually. You'll pay me back from your first royalties."

He shook his head. "This isn't some cheap toy we're talking about. Hannah. It's three hundred dollars."

It wouldn't be worth it to lend you much less," I said. "How am I going to make any money

otherwise?"

Tags: V.C. Andrews De Beers Horror
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