Around two in the afternoon, the telephone in my room rang. I'd just laid down to rest. It was Chris. "Darling, I can't stop worrying about what might happen. I think your fears are getting to me. Have patience. I'll be seeing you in an hour. Are you all right?"
"Why wouldn't I be all right?
"Why wouldn't I be all right?
( V.C. Andrews )
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