One Night Only (105 page)

Dann
y
neve
r
complaine
d
a
t
all
.
Gin
a
jus
t
wante
d
t
o
be wit
h
hi
m
righ
t
no
w
.
Sh
e
wante
d
t
o
hu
g
hi
m
an
d
tel
l
him h
e
wa
s
a
brav
e
bo
y
wh
o
wa
s
goin
g
t
o
g
o
o
n
t
o
do wonderfu
l
thing
s
fo
r
other
s
whe
n
h
e
wa
s
olde
r
.
She
picture
d
hi
m
a
s
a
passionate
,
tireles
s
charit
y
worke
r
.
.
.
someon
e
wh
o
woul
d
mak
e
a
rea
l
differenc
e
t
o
humanit
y
.
He
r
so
n
wa
s
uniqu
e
lik
e
that
.
H
e
wa
s
a
specia
l
bo
y
.
But
h
e
woul
d
b
e
aslee
p
b
y
no
w
an
d
h
e
wouldn
’
t
kno
w
sh
e
was thinkin
g
o
f
him
.
Sh
e
woul
d
se
e
hi
m
i
n
th
e
morning
.
She
woul
d
neve
r
leav
e
hi
m
again
.
H
e
woul
d
b
e
fas
t
asleep
.

Bu
t
wha
t
i
f
h
e
wasn
’
t
?
Wha
t
i
f
h
e
wa
s
playin
g
his
Xbo
x
tha
t
he’
d
insiste
d
o
n
takin
g
wit
h
hi
m
fo
r
hi
s
big
overnigh
t
sta
y
an
d
worryin
g
abou
t
stuf
f
bu
t
usin
g
the
vide
o
gam
e
a
s
a
mask
?
O
r
mayb
e
h
e
wa
s
.
.
.
mayb
e
he wa
s
sa
d
an
d
lonel
y
an
d
wa
s
wonderin
g
wha
t
o
n
eart
h
was
goin
g
o
n
an
d
wa
s
lyin
g
i
n
be
d
starin
g
a
t
th
e
ceilin
g
and afrai
d
t
o
tel
l
hi
s
gra
n
i
n
cas
e
h
e
upse
t
her
?
Mayb
e
h
e
was
wonderin
g
wh
y
Dadd
y
ha
d
disappeare
d
an
d
why
Mumm
y
ha
d
gon
e
awa
y
wit
h
Poll
y
an
d
he
r
siste
r
fo
r
the nigh
t
an
d
wa
s
wonderin
g
i
f
the
y
woul
d
eve
r
com
e
back? Oh
,
sh
e
wante
d
t
o
b
e
wit
h
hi
m
no
w
s
o
badly
!
Sh
e
wanted t
o
hol
d
hi
m
clos
e
an
d
tel
l
hi
m
everythin
g
wa
s
goin
g
t
o
be oka
y
.
Everythin
g
wa
s
goin
g
t
o
b
e
oka
y
,
sh
e
ha
d
n
o
doubt abou
t
that
,
bu
t
righ
t
no
w
sh
e
wante
d
t
o
b
e
bac
k
a
t
home an
d
startin
g
t
o
mak
e
i
t
so
.
Sh
e
didn
’
t
wan
t
t
o
b
e
i
n
some
back-in-tim
e
nightclu
b
i
n
Count
y
Donega
l
wit
h
it
s
dizzy
carpet
,
surrounde
d
b
y
stranger
s
wh
o
didn
’
t
giv
e
a
shit abou
t
he
r
lif
e
an
d
wh
o
onl
y
wante
d
int
o
he
r
knicker
s
for th
e
nigh
t
becaus
e
i
n
thei
r
drunke
n
eye
s
sh
e
looke
d
like
Audre
y
Hepbur
n
an
d
migh
t
mak
e
a
goo
d
kisser
!

Sh
e
looke
d
a
t
he
r
phon
e
t
o
chec
k
th
e
time
.
I
t
wa
s
still
onl
y
eleve
n
forty-fiv
e
an
d
ye
t
sh
e
fel
t
lik
e
i
t
wa
s
thre
e
in th
e
morning
.
I
t
ha
d
bee
n
a
long
,
lon
g
da
y
.
Enjoyabl
e
in
ever
y
wa
y
.
Craz
y
too
.
An
d
the
n
ther
e
wa
s
Marco
!

Marc
o
ha
d
bee
n
different
,
sh
e
trie
d
t
o
convinc
e
herself.
Sh
e
woul
d
no
t
bea
t
hersel
f
u
p
abou
t
he
r
craz
y
early-
evenin
g
flin
g
wit
h
a
strange
r
.
Sh
e
ha
d
know
n
wha
t
she
wa
s
doing
.
H
e
ha
d
know
n
exactl
y
wha
t
sh
e
neede
d
and h
e
didn
’
t
min
d
givin
g
he
r
he
r
wa
y
.
H
e
wa
s
he
r
then
,
this wa
s
he
r
no
w
.