maybe it was something I had only wished to see. I lay there, the side of my face to the carpet, my
body crunched up, crying and moaning for Luke. It
was the way Tony found me.
"Oh, poor Annie," he said. "You fell out of bed.
I just knew something like this might happen. It's my
fault. I should have fastened the side guards to the
bed."
"YOU MONSTER!" I screamed. "How could
you send him away? You know how long I have been
waiting for him to visit me. You know how important
it is to me. How could you do it? How could you be
so cruel? I don't care what's wrong with you or how
sad and tragic your life has been. That was vicious,
terribly vicious! I hate you for this! Go get him. Make
him come back. MAKE HIM COME BACK!" He ignored my outburst as if I were the t ad one
and he the sane one.
My body shuddered with sobs as he put his
hands under my arms and lifted me from the floor. He
carried me back to the bed and got te under the
blanket, tucking it tightly around me once more. Then
he stepped back to catch his breath.
"You shouldn't do this to yourself, Annie.
You'll only make yourself sicker and sicker. Try to
rest. You know I want only the best for you, only the
best for my little Annie."
"I'm not your little Annie. I want Luke to come
back," I muttered. "Luke will be back . . . he'll be
back."
"Of course. You'll get better and he'll return. If
you'll only listen to me, have you up and around