Wednesday, October 7, 2009


Dorian was spent. Although he hadn’t lifted a finger to help with the preparations, Buffie’s enthusiasm had drained him. The lights were down, so no one would know his eyes were closed. Instead of rest, he was filled with an overwhelming sense of anxiety. For a moment, he felt sad. Rick was his friend; one of his best. And he hated to see him suffer. But he had to admit to himself that Tonya’s death didn’t mean much to him. In fact he was thrilled she was gone. And thanks to him, his daughter now had a chance to be happy.

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