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CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 22 - раздел История, Эрик Сигл. История любви Phil Cavilleri Was In The Solarium, Smoking H...

Phil Cavilleri was in the solarium, smoking his nth cigarette, when I

appeared.

"Phil?" I said softly.

"Yeah?" He looked up and I think he already knew. He obviously needed

some kind of physical comforting. I walked over and placed my hand on his

shoulder. I was afraid he might cry. I was pretty sure I wouldn't. Couldn't.

I mean, I was past all that.

He put his hand on mine.

"I wish," he muttered, "I wished I hadn't He paused there, and I

waited. What was the hurry, after all?

"I wish I hadn't promised Jenny to be strong for you. And, to honor his

pledge, he patted my hand very gently.

But I had to be alone. To breathe air. To take a walk, maybe.

Downstairs, the hospital lobby was absolutely still. All I could hear

was the click of my own heels on the linoleum.

''Oliver.

I stopped.

It was my father. Except for the woman at the reception desk we were

all by ourselves there. In fact, we were among the few people in New York

awake at that hour.

I couldn't face him. I went straight for the revolving door. But in an

instant he was out there standing next to me.

"Oliver," he said, "you should have told me."

It was very cold, which in a way was good because I was numb and wanted

to feel something. My father continued to address me, and I continued to

stand still and let the cold wind slap my face.

"As soon as I found out, I jumped into the car."

I had forgotten my coat; the chill was starting to make me ache. Good.

Good.

"Oliver," said my father urgently, "I want to help."

"Jenny's dead," I told him.

"I'm sorry," he said in a stunned whisper.

Not knowing why, I repeated what I had long ago learned from the

beautiful girl now dead.

"Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.

And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his

arms. I cried.

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Chapter 1
What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles

CHAPTER 2
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CHAPTER 3
I got hurt in the Cornell game. It was my own fault, really. At a heated juncture, I made the unfortunate error of referring to their center as a &

CHAPTER 4
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CHAPTER 5
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CHAPTER 6
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CHAPTER 7
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CHAPTER 8
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CHAPTER 9
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CHAPTER 10
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CHAPTER 11
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CHAPTER 12
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CHAPTER 13
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CHAPTER 14
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CHAPTER 15
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CHAPTER 16
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CHAPTER 17
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CHAPTER 18
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CHAPTER 19
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CHAPTER 20
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CHAPTER 21
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