Where the hell was she?
And what the fuck was she wearing?
Dodie Angeletti was wearing a long flowy white lace trimmed dress and bare feet with her dark hair cascading over her shoulders down her back.
She was standing in the middle of an all white room that was so blazing that it hurt her eyes just to see it. What was this? Last she remembered she had been in that awful little jail cell they put her in. She remembered...... She remembered.......
" Where am I? ," she asked with a blend of curiosity and irritation. Was she dreaming?
" Well , it isn't heaven , you bitch. "
At the sound of the quiet well spoken man's voice she turned around and saw a tall slim man with blond hair and angry blue eyes. He wore a simple white suit, dress shirt and no shoes. He looked familiar. Who.....
" Who are you? "
The man laughed at her. He stepped forward and sneered," Don't you recognize the man you murdered? "
Dodie gasped as it suddenly hit her like a large rock tossed from a steep cliff. She pointed a trembling finger at him. "You....... You..... it's you. Gordon Kendall. But you're dead. How can...." Then her dark eyes widened. " Am I......"
Gordon's eyes blazed icicles of cold fury at her. " Are you dead ? Not yet. "
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ODDS OF LOVE - SEASON THIRTEEN
Ficción GeneralThe ongoing original soap opera about disabled math genius professor Dr. Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and all their family , friends and enemies in the Washington DC metro area. Multicultural. Diverse.
