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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Val was lying in her low, broad
bed that was like a queen's bed.
Her fair hair was drenched with
perspiration, her face as white as
the ivory-toned ptliow. Her black
lashes rested with an effect of in
effable heaviness on her cheeks.
A sound like a sob broke in
Wade’s throat and the nurse herd
ed them out disapprovingly.
Sherry asked, her eyes on the
doctor’s face. “You're quite sura
she’s all right now?” •
“Quite. You needn’t worry any
more.’
Sherry told Wade, “Then—I’m
going. I’ll come back in the morn
ing.”
Wade thanked her tor every
thing and helped her into her coa*.
He looked old and tired and sic .I.
Sherry slipped away, leaving him
with the doctor. , J i
Not until she had reached me
car downstairs, not until she had
got in beside Lex and felt his
shoulder comfortingly against hers
did reaction from the nightmare
hours just past set in. Sherry,
sobbed, her face against the rough
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tweed of his coat. "She's all right.
Lex. She isn’t going to die.'’
She was shaking as with a chill
and Lex held her close, soothing
and calming her. When some
measure of composure had re
turned to her, she leaned back
against the seat and whispered,
"I'm sorry to be such a baby.
And you’v: been so swell, Lex. .
He said. "I'm going to take you
home. You're exhausted, poor
kid.” There was infinite tender
ness in his voice.
Before he had driven half a
dozen blocks, she was sound
asleep against his shoulder. She
was still sleeping deeply when he
brought the car to a stop in front
of her apartment. Lex turned off
the ignition, got out and went
around to the door beside Sherry.
She slept on as he opened it and,
lifting her easily, carried her
across the sidewalk and inside.
An old man. operating me c;c
vator. asked agitatedly, “She
hurt? What happened?”
Lex shook his head. "Asleep. 1
didn't want to waken her.”
The operator eyed him sus
piciously. "Well — it's kind of
queer. She's a mighty nice girl.”
* “I know.” Lex grinned at him
across Sherry’s drooping head. ‘ A
mighty nice girl. .
Sherrv awakened as Lex shifted
her weight a little in order to try
the door of her apartment. It was
just as well, because the door was
locked.
She clung to him for a moment,
confused. Then she smiled a bit
unsteadily. "Oh, Lex—did you car
ry me all the way up here?”
He nodded. “You’l! have to un
lock the door, though. ’
She did so and Lex followed her
inside. “I'm going right away,’ he
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told her. “What you need is sleep
—hours and hours of it.”
“I know. . ■ And thanks.”
He leaned down and kissed her.
It was the second time he had
kissed her, Sherry thought, her
drowsiness fleeing before her in
stant, instinctive response to the
touch of his lips on hers. That
night on the bridge. And now. But
this was a tender kiss, almost a
brotherly kiss. With an effort she
kept herself from putting her
arms around his neck and holding
him to her. It was a kiss that
meant nothing, except that he
liked her and pitied her for the
ordeal she had just been through.
It was a kiss Kay couldn’t take
exception to. It was a kiss that
left Sherry hungry and unsatisfied
—and disgusted with herself for
experiencing such unwarranted
! emotions.
She said. Good night, Lex.
His hand lay for a moment
gently against her cheek. “Get
some rest.”
He was gone then, and her heart
went with him. Such a crazy, un
manageable, unreasonable heart.
* * *
It was two days before Sherry,
alone with Val for the first time
since the night she had come so
close to death, heard the reasons
for what she had tried to do. Re
clining. pale and calm, on her
chaise-lounge, Val told Sherry
about Kevin Blake and all that
had happened between them. Told
her, too, of the nightmare hours
that had followed her final part
ing from him.
“I wanted to die,” Val said.
“I'm no good, Sherry. I know that
now. I’m rotten and selfish and
a cheat—all the things Kevin said.
What use is there for me to go
on living, making Wade unhappy,
being so unhappy myself—“ Her
low voice broke. She stared at her
sister piteously. “But — I won’t
have the courage to do—what I
did—again.”
bnerry laid her hand gently on
Val’s hand that was so busy pleat
ing and smoothing the folds of
her satin negligee. “What about
Wade. Val? Have you told him
all this?”
Val nodded. “Hadn’t he the right
to know? You don't put people
through the sort of experience I
put him through—and you, too—
without offering some explana
tion.”
“And—how did he take it?”
“He was swell, really," Val
said. “I told you once. Sherry,
Wade is a complete realist. I—I
thought I was one, too—but now
I don't know what I am. Or,
rather—1 know’, but I don't like
to face it. Wade's willing to for
-ive and forget. And I believe he d
io it, too. But—I don’t know about
nyself.” .
Sherry leaned forward earnest
v “Val, listen to me. This Kevin
-whatever he was to you, what
>ver he might have been—is gone
>ut of your life. Isn’t that true?
Her sister nodded. “He meant
vhat he said—I know that. And
know him well enough to realize
ie wouldn’t change his mind.”
“And you’re not even sure you
oved him,” Sherry said. “It may
lave been — just that he looked
ike Rick—and that you were feei
ng desperate and reckless and
mgry with Wade when you met
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“It may have been, I don’t
snow. I’ll never know.”
Sherry said, “It isn’t for me to
tell you what to do, Val. People
nave to decide for themselves, al
ways—or it’s no good. But—can’t
you try thinking of someone other
than yourself? Think of Wade.”
Val stared at her. After a while
she said, “I have thought of him.
Quite a lot these last two days.
Only—I don’t- like my thoughts.
They make me ashamed. Wade
has been wonderful — so much
kinder than I deserve.”
Sherry said, “If you were as rot
ten and selfish as you say, Val,
would you realize that?”
“I—I don’t know." Val looked
off into space for quite a long
while. “Wade wants to take me
away somewhere — to California,
maybe for a cruise. He thinks it
would help me get my bearings
again.”
“Maybe it would,” Sherry said.
She asked then, hesitantly, “Val—
don’t you ever want children?”
Her sister’s glance came back
from its far journey to rest on
her face. “How odd that you
should ask that. I was—thinking
along the same lines. Sherry,
sometimes 1 wonder why you’re
wiser than I am, so much more
balanced. We have the same he
redity, the same background and
upbringing—or lack of it.”
“I’m not,” Sherry demea.
“Yes,” Val nodded. “It’s true.
When you fall in love, it will all
be right and sane and natural.”
“It won’t. It isn’t,” Sherry ad
mitted. “I have fallen in love—
with a man who’s engaged to an
other girl, who intends to marry
her soon. I know all about it from
the time we met. He’s never mis
led me, or encouraged me — and
still I love him. Does that sound
right and sane and well-bal
anced?”
Val said, “Poor Sherry. . . I
hoped one of us could have the
happy ending. . .”
(To Be Continued)
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