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Chapter 30 — When Candles Are Out All Cats Are Grey
The night comes in Santa Barbara. The Capwell's house seems stunned as if it strained waiting any dangerous event.
In Mason's bedroom was stuffy. Mary carefully got out under Mason's hand and go to the bathroom. After washing her face with cold water she felt better and returned to the bed. She lies down and Mason put his hand on her again. Mary turned to him and looked at him. Mason's face was quiet, but he did not smile. Mary sighed and after turn over to her side, she become slowly falls asleep.
She wakes up because so loud crash and flares that she even thought that began thunder-storm. Mary sitting on the bed. Mason was not beside her, and the door in the hall was open. Mary heard shouts and shots somewhere below floor. Where is Mason? What was happened with him??
Mary runs out in the hall. It was empty, but all so frightening her sounds at once become louder. A shot sounded again as it seemed to her absolutely under her nose, then was followed illegible shouts and team among she recognized Mason's angered voice.
The first her thought was "He is alive! He is OK" but then Mary was captured with the panic. Hardly understanding where she run, Mary rushed to the ladder and going up to the attic as in darkness touching by her hands hand-rail of ladder. The attic has the smell of a dust, and its air was frowzy, but at least here was quiet and twilight.
Mary was terribly afraid; she squirms before the pile of any dusty floor-coverings and even was afraid to lift her head. Passed five minutes then yet as much. Mary's fear beginning gradually to leave her. Mary cautiously is up. Everything was quiet and she feel self a stupid. Why she was frightened? What for her hiding here? She going a few steps, intending to be lowered downwards, but touched by her leg any heap of things and its fallen on the floor. Mary bending to lift falling things. A few books, papers...
Suddenly her eyes become wider — Mason looked at her from the old photo. Mary taken the photo and approached to the window for get lighter. Mason-boy was look-alike only with a small part at Mason-adult, but his eyes don't changed by 20 years. The shot was non-professional. It was made by anybody from Mason's relatives and because was very realistic. The head was some turned, lips which sometimes stretched to just charming smile was compressed in the thin line and hardly seen, and his eyes were huge with beginning and worried look. She wonders who photographed him.
Mary already wanted to put things on its place as suddenly she paid attention to one of them. The knitted light-blue baby-shoe. She feeling that inside her set out warming, and then involuntary put her hand on her yet completely flat stomach.
"Mary!" Mason's voice stunned her so that she in fact hardly falling. "Mary, Thank God!"
He run in and embraced her. Mary felt that his hands are trembling.
"Mason, what is happened?"
He moved away.
"These idiots tried to take over this house. They did not obviously represent how guarded is such house as the house of CC Capwell."
"You are too frightened that I could consider that the anything not taken place."
"I was frightened when I realized that you are not here. Though certainly to battle with gangsters in the middle of the night do not was pleasures for me."
"You battled with gangsters???
Mason smiled.
"I am not. But I could."
"Don't dare. I want that our baby live with both parents. And if you will display your heroism, he will know his father only by photos," Mary's voice grown dull. "Not risk without reasons, OK?"
"I was not going!" Mason embraced her again. "Don't worry, I will much have time for until make to sick our son because my advices that he can go in Harvard only."
Mary chuckle. And then yielding any internal impulse she showed him light-blue baby-shoe.
"Whose was it?"
"Where you found it?" Mason surprised take by his two fingers the cute thing.
"Here," she showed on the heap of things. "Well whose it is "footwear"?"
"My one," squeezed out Mason confusing.
"Is it???"
"Mary!"
"Well, forget it. But look here, I found more one," she put on his photo, which she looked earlier. "How many years you have here?"
"I do not know 9-10 probably. I don't look-alike myself," he informed her look at the dusty shot.
"On the contrary I think that you look-alike just very much here. I wonder who shoot you then."
"My father," Mason at once replied. "Then he was busy with shooting of whole family. It was his hobby and he forbade others to shoot for not have the competitors."
"Actually forbade?"
"Almost. Well, we need go down. I want to have many night-sleeps instead of running on dusty attics."
"OK. Though I can care about myself by with my own powers."
Mason surprised turned to her and a few minutes steadfastly look to her face. Then he smiled and lead downwards as embracing her shoulders.
Through a few minutes they both already laid in bed. Mary cozy arranged her head on Mason's chest.
"Mason?"
"What?" he drowsily responded.
"Mason, I need to call my mother and inform her that I am alive."
"Tomorrow," he sleepy mumbled. "Everything will tomorrow."
Mary nestled her lips on his shoulder and fell asleep too.
The daybreak starting in Santa Barbara.
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