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again.
She was standing up normally, bearing her full weight. Her legs were perfect. Normal
and healthy. No scars, nothing out of the ordinary. Her legs looked like they’d
been in a damned shark attack only one week ago.
    Now, they appeared as if they’d never injured to begin with.
As if she hadn’t almost bled to death in front of him, before he finally
wrenched the tree from her limp body and stopped the deadly flow.
    She moved. He watched as she easily took one step, another
and another, until she was nearly to the bed. She leapt the last few feet
through the air into it, quickly pulled the covers over herself, until all he
could see were her eyes above the sheets.
    Her unforgettable aquamarine eyes, with their tiny gold
flecks of sun. The same eyes which had haunted him for years. The penetrating
eyes he’d hopelessly tried to forget.
    The phone was ringing. He turned to look at Bice. Bice was
deathly pale, staring in stunned silence at the girl peeking from behind the
covers. He must answer the phone, apparently Bice had checked out on him. His
manager didn’t look well at all. He looked like he needed a very, very long
vacation. The ringing, the blasted incessant ringing continued.
    He’d find the phone, rip it from the wall and toss it out
the window. It wasn’t like the window wasn’t shattered anyway. Maybe he’d toss
out the TV as well, for old time’s sake.
    Then he remembered. There was no phone in this suite. He’d
had it taken out when his ex-girlfriend who once occupied it, left him for
another musician. One who could sell records in the States. The worthless bimbo
and her smelly perfumes. Good riddance.
    The ringing persisted. It grew louder and louder, until it
finally reached a deafening crescendo.
    Too late, he realized the true meaning of the high pitched
wail. Dizziness overtook him as his belly began to churn and spin. The room
began to shift. His mouth fell open as he watched the broken window move from
the western wall, and silently march toward the southern wall.
    He stumbled momentarily, teetering on the border of heaven
and hell. He hoped he’d fall on the heaven side, he’d honestly tried to do
right in his life. For the most part. Well, some of the time. Actually, once in
awhile.
    Mercifully he passed out in a cold faint, never realizing
nor caring which side he landed on.
    * * *
    Heaven watched as a strange woman dressed in an apron, Bice, and a
large burly man with many long, yellow braids came into the room.
    They lifted the fire-haired man from the floor and carried
him silently out the door. The devil who called himself Harmon Steele had
fallen fast asleep on the floor. Maybe he’d gone to sleep because she broke the
window.
    She gazed at the once beautiful ornamental pane from her
bed. Her stomach wrenched in dismay. She hadn’t meant to break it. She studied
the colorful squares of glass scattered across the floor.
    Her gaze moved to the room with running water. The counter
was littered with shattered bottles and broken decorations, which she’d tried
in vain to place back in order. The metal rod from the wall lay bent and
twisted on the floor amongst pieces of the dried earth she’d pried from her
legs.
    His words rang in her mind. He said she would live here, and
he wouldn’t take her back to the orphanage. Maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad
after all. It was better than going back to the home for unwanted children. The
children who found her odd and strange and who stayed away.
    Except for Dreams, her only friend. Dreams understood her
and accepted her, when she didn’t even understand herself. Maybe, just maybe,
if she cleaned up the mess and fixed the broken things Harmon would forgive
her. And maybe, he’d bring Dreams back here to live.
    She wiped the salty tears from her eyes and quietly slipped
from the bed. She picked up the lovely pieces of colored glass scattered across
the floor. One at a time, ever so carefully, she placed the shiny stones back
into