A lonely young women's life changes the very
night of Murray Franklin's murder, on live television and it is a change that her heart will never forget. When she spots a man passed out and bloody, in an alley, that same night and even when she sees...
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Chapter 19: 3 Words
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Once she locked her door she called out to Arthur. "Arthur, I'm coming in there with you in just a second, okay?"
Arthur didn't answer. It had been about 30 minutes since he took the quaalude and he was, thankfully, beginning to feel very relaxed and, well, overall, pretty damn good. He felt sleepy, but also hazy and almost drunk. He actually liked it, but it also made his sensitive stomach queasy, but he felt so loopy that it didn't bother him much.
Iris came into the room and smiled, ever so warmly, at Arthur and he smiled, sleepily, back at her. She got onto the bed and laid down next to him, almost as if they have been together for years. She stared into his stunning, Paris green, eyes and could feel her heart grow like a flower that had been deprived of sunlight for far too long. She felt giddy every time she had the privilege of peering into his splendid eyes and watching the way his dimples become so defined when he smiles at her and even simply watching him lay back and smoke a cigarette made her into puddy.
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Arthur seemed to be feeling better so the first thing that popped into his mind was that he really wanted a cigarette. He couldn't believe he had even gone this long without one, but maybe the intoxicating presence and touch of this radiant woman was even better, but still he needed a smoke, nonetheless.
