Subj: Shadows of the Past part 5
Date: 7/11/00 10:28:07 PM Central Daylight Time
From: KimD
As Vicki climbed the stairs toward her room she could hear Roger’s voice. He still sounded like he was still in a bad mood. She could also hear Elizabeth’s voice saying, “Vicki asked about Moreen Davis today. What should we tell her?”
The mention of Moreen’s name caught Vicki’s attention. As Vicki moved down the hall she could hear the voices more clearly. She knew that she should have turned around toward her own room and shut the door, but she knew that she could learn something by staying. “What did you tell her?” Roger asked, sounding alarmed.
“Nothing. I’m not even certain that you even told me everything.”
“Elizabeth, what are you saying?”
“Nothing I suppose.”
“Don’t worry about Vicki. I’ll take care of her.”
Vicki moved away, toward her room, before she was discovered.
Vicki turned on a lamp when she entered her room. She looked toward the table where she left the locket, but it was gone. She searched around the floor, but couldn’t find it. She looked around her room, but there was no sign of it. She was ready to forget about it, when she saw a piece of tweed caught on the corner of her bed. She remembered the eyes that she thought had been watching her before her talk with Liz. Someone had been in her room. After looking all over her room and finding nothing else missing Vicki locked her door. She would find out more tomorrow about who was in her room.
Vicki went to sleep and had another dream. She could hear voices, one male, and one female. She looked around and saw that she was in the same room from her other dream, the room that Moreen died in. The voices were familiar. They belonged to Roger and Moreen. They were laughing and talking. She looked around and found them lying together on the bed. She was unreasonably surprised by how young and happy Roger was. “You’re so wonderful to be with. Roger said stroking her hair. “You make me forget everything else.”
“Don’t get too used to it. I can’t stay here.”
“You know that I care about you. Do you know how much I want you to stay? I know that you’re here because you’re hiding from something. Why don’t you tell me what it is?”
“Oh Roger. You and all your family have been so kind. But this is something that I’d rather not talk about. Can you understand?”
“I suppose so. But I remember the day you came here with your baby, looking for work. You were so alone. You need stability, both of you do.”
“I’d like nothing better, but the price it to high. I’m here now. Let’s let that be enough.”
“I’ve got a present for you.” Roger reached behind him to the nightstand and retrieved a small box.
“Oh, you don’t have to buy me things.”
“But I like to see that smile on your face.” He placed the box in her hands. She opened it to find a locket. It was the same locket she was wearing when she died. “Well, do you like it?”
“It’s beautiful,” she said as she lifted it out of the box to take a closer look.
“Thank you.” She put it back in the box, closed the lid, and returned it to the nightstand. Moreen was received into his warm embrace. Had it been Roger who was in her room and took the locket? Vicki wondered as she woke up.