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Every breath is a birth and a death.” He smiled and nodded his head very
agreeably.
“That’s what I was afraid of. You know…they all think I’m crazy,”
Alexi said, softly. “And none of them seem to really be listening to a
word I say, any longer. Yes, it’s over. Let’s find Samantha and Jay.”
Don and Suzanne shrugged at each other and followed Alexi up the
hill to the field.
They found them, lying next to each other on a blanket, talking under
the clear night sky. The bitter cold seemed to make the stars that much
more precise, like tiny holes in a blanket, just feet over their heads. When
Alexi saw the pair in the distance, he motioned for Don and Suzanne to
stay behind. Without a sound, he strode right up to the side of the blanket.
“Hello,” he said, rather loudly. “I fear I may be interrupting?”
Jay looked up. Samantha spun around.
“Uh, hey man,” Jay said. Then he looked closer and saw the bags
under Alexi’s wild eyes, the blood stains on his shirt… “You don’t look
so good. What’s up?”
Alexi looked at him hollowly, but didn’t say a word. He pointed at
Samantha a moment later.
“Samantha, I need to speak with you. Please.”
She glared at him, and turned to Jay. “I’ll be back, O.K.?”
The two of them walked back to the carriage house in silence. Once
inside, they strode upstairs and went into the guest room, next to the
bathroom. Alexi sat on the bed.
“Can you do something for me? At least do this, to ease the pain on
me,” Alexi said.
“What’s that?” Her voice was cold and forced, as if she was holding
in any feelings she was having.
“If you do want to leave me, go back on your word, and be with him,
at least tell the others. At least admit it to me and more importantly,
yourself. I can see how they’re all looking at me, Sam. They’re convinced
that I’m making this up. It all sounds so infantile, and intellectually
I suppose it is, but emotions don’t really demand intellectual valida-
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