Sylvia terribly upset by something, her brown eyes wide, her full lips quivering."My God, Sylvia!" she exclaimed. "What's wrong?" I...I..." Sylvia stammered. "You better sit down, Helen."Her best friend indicated the couch. Helen obliged her."Here. I made you a drink," said Sylvia, indicating two tumblers of rum and coke on the coffee table."I'd better not, Sylvia," Helen told her. "Kyle is home from college and he's got a bunch of friends coming over. I don't want him smelling booze on my breath." Well," said Sylvia. "I'm going to need one if I'm going to get through this. And you might need one too."She picked up her glass and gulped it."I've just got to come out and say it, don't I?" she said. "Helen, Robert isn't on a business trip. The company doesn't have a supplier in Bangkok at all. He flew off with that skanky little secretary of his."Helen froze. She stared at Sylvia as if she was speaking a foreign language."I hate to be the one to tell you," Sylvia continued. "But I just. I’ve picked up bigger men, heavier men than you during a line of fire. You’re not going to hurt me one bit.’ ‘I’m not?’ Her eyes were quizzical. She stared at him in disbelief. ‘No, you’re not.’ He said handing her the flashlight and positioned himself to scoop her up gently into his arms. Her arms went around his neck on instinct. She used one hand to shine the light on the steps so he didn’t trip. From there he carried her back to the lounge chair she was at earlier. He lit the candles that were on the coffee table. He gently placed her on the chaise lounge but Marissa was hesitant to let go of him. ‘I’ll be right back. I’m going to go get some more candles, look for a first aid kit and some pain reliever.’ He said as he helped her detach her arms from around his neck. He took the flashlight and disappeared into the inky blackness. Thunder rumbled through the empty building echoing in its wake as lightning flashed throwing around shadows off the books, paintings and hideous.
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