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Chapter 40 — Something Becomes Clear, Something Becomes Dark...
The night was so quiet that was audible even the lapping water of nearby lake. Mary and Mason sitting opposite each other at the table with many dishes. The room was shined only by the soft lamp in the corner and by candles on the table. Mason's face was serious, but sometimes his eyes flashed as if someone throws up sparks in them. Mary smiling with very happy smile. Her fear which was found out as just Mason's precaution worked as a paradox thing — it forced her to believe in their safety and make her to relaxing.
Mason takes out the champagne bottle from an ice and poured the sparkle drink for Mary and him.
"For you!" he said with significant look and approached his wineglass to Mary's wineglass. "And for our soon-be baby!"
"For our love!" Mary cheers and sighed after take a sip," Too sorry that it is just non-alcohol--"
"No matter what is it," Mason truthfully told. "If only you were not as ghost."
"Do you still not believe in my existence?" Mary giggles.
"I do believe. Overwise I still can not believe that I lived the whole year without you. But sometimes... Sometimes I am still afraid to wake up. Dreams can be are very alive."
"Me too," Mary nod. "I am afraid to wake up too. And wake up not near you but with... other people. Sometimes it seems that all being between us was just a beautiful dream."
"I do not want to speak about dreams. They are illusions, and we are real-life people. I love you very much, Mary. Earlier it seemed to me that it is just impossible to love you more than I already love you but I was wrong!"
"I love you too! Most of all world."
"Lets to dance," Mason is up and turns on the music recorder, which was settled on the table at the wall. Then he stretched his hand to her and Mary accepted it. And they have begun to spin in slow dance under ancient love music, which was music of people in love for many centuries...
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The coming morning was very hot.
"Probably today here will be the storm," Mary stood in doors of house in her dressing gown. "It is just 8 AM, and already so hot."
"The storm is not too terrible thing. Our roof is good and we need not more," Mason came to her and kisses her in lips. "I spoke you today, how much I love you?"
"Yes," Mary turned to him and, smiling, undertaken by her hand his shirt. "But I never get tired to listen it."
Suddenly she heard a suspicious noise.
"What is it?"
"Seems that we have visitors... Go upstairs, please," Mason looked back, searching the guard. "Go up!" he saw that Mary is hesitating.
At the point the car stopped at the cabin and spit out the girl.
"Mary! I am glad to see you!"
"Christie!
Sisters were embraced each other.
"How you found out where we are?" Mason asked rather angry. "Nobody knows where we are."
"I got the address from Mr. Capwell. Mary, don't be angry that I arrived here. I was so worry for you! For you both!" she looked back at frowning Mason. "I have news..."
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"... Do you think that our dad... What the person searched for my photos? But probably he just dropped down the album or searched for any other thing?"
"He doesn't," Christie shook her head. "I saw him."
"You saw him??"
"Aha. I returned at home earlier than I thought. I came in and realized that mom doesn't sleep. I did not want that she should read me notations and decide that I don't go in the living room. But the light in the living room suddenly become flashing. I was frightened because it seemed that in the room is fire. I run in and saw HIM. He stood near the bookcase and had in his hand the opened album. He saw me, thrown the album and — jump out in the window. It was open."
"If you saw his face?" Mason's sitting on the sofa near Mary. Christie restlessly becomes moving in her chair.
"Yes, I saw. His face supposed be covered by the mask, but at the moment he removed it up as if it was glasses. He probably thought that nobody is at home."
"All are strange," Mason thoughtfully rubs his chin. "But," he continued. "Now I perhaps become agree with your sister." He looked at Mary. "Hardly this person could be just a grabber."
"Because he did searched for something in my album?"
"Because he removed his mask. The grabber should not remove it while your mother was at home. He could not be completely sure that nobody are at home. And I don't like the situation. Absolutely don't like--"
"O my God I absolutely forgotten!" Christie hit herself to forehead. "Mr. Capwell said me to hand you the package."
Mason taken the package and, after looking on the label quickly unwrapped it. In the package were any papers and Mason become read its.
Mary takes Christie to the side.
"What were photos which he looked?"
"Yours."
"I understood, but which are from all my ones?"
"I don't sure. But open pages had your collage photos. Probably he wanted to know how you look now.
"It is impossible!" Mason's cry interrupted the sister's conversation. Mary comes to him.
"What is matter? What is wrong?"
"It is my PI's reports. I hired the guy to look after Mark's last actions before I found out you."
"And...?" Mary moving her shoulders as if she become cold.
"And the fact that he could not arrange my car's explosion! At the time he was in clinic, relaxing in general anesthesia after removal of the tooth! But if he was not the supposed criminal so who did it?!
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