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Chapter 109 — Parallel straight lines sometimes intersect
Mary went into the dimly study and stopped in front of the table.
"Are you here?" she softly asked.
Mason turned to her together with his chair. Mary do not see his face in the darkness but she knew that he do look at her.
"Well?" She came closer and sat on the chair opposite him. "Do you read the diary?"
"Read," Mason echoed. And after the pause added: "He was so young, your father."
"He was about to turn 25 then. He and my mother were married as soon as they graduated high school. Mason... do you feel better now?"
"Yes," with his chair creaked Mason leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. "Now I understand a lot of that happening then. And I can understand Chris."
"Do you not blame him that he did not tell you the truth?"
"He could not. I perfectly understand it and I can not blame him."
"Him... yes, and what about yourself?"
Mason sighs.
"Perhaps I'm not. What your mother said you about me? Today when you met her."
"She said..." Mary found Mason's hands in the dark. "She said that the destiny fulfilled the pray of my father. He wanted to Brownie was his son. And Brownie really became one."
Mason smiled in the darkness.
"Being married to his older daughter. Yes, indeed."
"Too bad that dad cannot make it--"
"Agree... Although it is possible that he would not like the man who was become grown-up Brownie."
"Do not be silly... Mason--"
"What?"
"I have something that I wanted to tell you."
Mason reached out and turned on the desk lamp. Mary finally saw his face. Sadly tired gaze.
"I listen," he said some worried. "Is something wrong?"
"No... though... how to look."
Mason expectantly silent as Mary collecting her thoughts.
"I realized this in last tonight," she finally said. "I realized it and wanted to tell you."
Mason raised his brow.
"So why yesterday you downstairs to looking for me?"
"Yes. I wanted you be aware about."
"About what?" Mason could not help.
"If you read the diary so you should be know about our family picnic on the beach."
"Yes, I remember that your father wrote. What's the matter? And how could you know about this entry yesterday if you first saw the diary today?"
"Mason, it's your lawyer's voice," Mary informed. "I did not mean that the diary entry had something unusual. I mean the different thing. Even on the picnic, this was happened then. Dad's words just confirmed my own memories."
"About what, dammit!"
"Mason, calm down. About you."
"What?"
"About you. I saw you there."
"You're crazy," Mason sadly looked at her. "Memories and reality mixed up in your mind. I was not attended on your family holiday."
"I'm not saying that you were among us. Listen to me, please... I'm vividly remembering the picnic even though I was just the little girl. Always remembered... My father mentions that in the same day they had held the meeting with Brownie, but it had to be rejected. I remember how my father suddenly went out somewhere. I do not know where he is and becomes worried. I look out him, look out... then I saw the boy who had his bike. He led the bike by the wheel and then stopped at the drinking fountain. He drunk and suddenly looked up at me."
"Oh, my God..." Mason's shudder and then he raised his hands to his face. "It is impossible."
Mary even jumps up.
"Mason... you aware... it's can not be... you're--?"
"It can not be," Mason agreed. "But it is true. I remember how I was so disappointed that my meeting with Chris was so short. I remember the drinking fountain and I remember the little girl in the red bathing suit. I remember her eyes... Lord, I never occurred that she can be you!"
Mary looked at him in amazement.
"... The girl looked at me with uneasy and sadness in her eyes and then called by her father, and she ran to him," Mason shrugged. "I was sick of looking at their tender embrace--"
"... I did let off my daddy and turned to the boy. He abruptly dropped his head and swung his leg over the bike frame. I watched him, hoping he'd turn around just once more."
"... I wanted to go away as far as possible from this place. But this little girl stabbed my memory so deeply that I forced myself to look back before her and her father just out of sight."
"... The boy turned around and it seemed to me that he wants to smile me."
"... I wanted to smile, but I thought it would be indecorously. The little girl was just of Tee-Ball League! But she waved at me."
"... The boy went away, and Dad asked me who I waved. I replied that the boy on the bike. And daddy said I'm still too young to stare at boys!"
"And he was right. It's fantastic! I can not believe that it is possible. This girl, the way with she looked at me when I looked up from the fountain... all my life I have been dreams with her. I thought it was my guardian angel--"
"I'm your angel," Mary immodestly said. "I also always remember about the boy on the bike. And I had dreams with him also. Only in the dream I always wanted to keep off him, even rush after him... Mason... I'm scared."
"Because I found out be your dream boy?"
"No... The fact that fate turns out was pushed us together even when we were children. As if we have been with some special connection."
"Is it so terrible?" Mason stands up and pulled Mary to him. Embraced with relish. "But now I already lesser surprised by the fact that you were returned to me from the world of dead. I feel that it's the result of all this devil game--"
"You're right. As if someone at heavens helps us to stay together. Mason, do not tell anyone about our founding, please? Let it to be our private secret."
"I would like to ask you about the same. That girl from my dream is too personal stuff for me."
"Good thing that I do not have to be jealous!"
"Even do not tell! I would not have survived the competition with the boy on the bike who he drinks from the fountain at the beach!"
"Mason... I love you."
"I love you too... and always loved. You're my angel... guardian sort of or not, but the angel. And I never let you go."
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