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treated to the doorway. But he couldn't bring himself to leavenot yet. |
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"How're you doing?" Franklin asked. |
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"Fine now. Danny boy, I knew you'd take care of me. I'll always be safe if you're around." |
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The softness of her voice, the smile he couldn't see but knew lay upon her lipsfor Franklintore at Chris. He had to remind himself of the truth; he and D.J. were two people thrown together by circumstance. She would never understand him, just as he couldn't understand her. Not the way Franklin understood her. They'd grown up together, shared years of childhood memoriesgood, happy memories, from the sound of Franklin's name on her lips. Chris could never comprehend such memories. His childhood remembrances fell into two categoriesthose of extreme happiness destroyed by violence and those of extreme unhappiness with no hope of surcease. |
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Chris could tell just by her voice how she felt about the good doctor. D.J. cared for Dan Franklin; she respected him. In ways she couldn't or wouldn't care for and respect Chris. Whenever she spoke to Chris the voice of a different woman from the one now speaking quietly to Franklin came from her mouth. When she spoke to Chris more often than not, she called him McCallin cold anger or heated passion. But she never said his name the way she'd said "Danny boy." |
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And he knew she never would. |
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