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what Nanja had said to me that day and my eyes welled with tears; I had loved again. After the horrific experience I went through with Sherry and Michelle, I didnt think I ever could. I was afraid to. But now I had allowed myself to love again and allowed Nanja to love me. And by doing that, it broke the chain connecting me to the past; and the last few words Nanja spoke to me that night came back, and I now understood: I was free! I sat at the kitchen table with tears streaming down my cheeks and laughing at the same time. When Tiffany finally looked up and saw me, I thought for a second that she was going to start crying to.
"Aunt Dee?" She asked. "Are you okay?"
"Yes." I said as I sniffed. "Yeah, Im fine."
"Are you sure?" She asked as she laid her hand on my arm.
"Yeah." I said as I sniffed again. "Do you know where Nanja is?"
"Yeah, she left for home yesterday." Tiffany said.
"What?" I asked.
"Nanja left to go back to India yesterday. Mom and Dad took her to the airport." Tiffany said.
"Oh."
For a moment, I felt completely lost. Nanja had made absolutely no mention of going back to India. Why hadnt she told me? Now she was gone and I didnt even get to say good-bye. Or more importantly, thank you. I suddenly felt a big lump lodging in my throat. I wandered upstairs and took a shower. Afterward, I got dressed and got packed up as I would be heading back to my apartment and back to work in the morning. As I emptied out the dresser drawer, I spotted Nanjas big, thick rimmed glasses laying on the dresser top. I picked them up, looked at them for a long moment and then held them tightly up against my chest. I threw on my jacket, slipped her glasses in my pocket, slung the bags strap over my shoulder and headed downstairs. Pamela, James and Tiffany walked me out to my car and we said our good-byes and I added my thanks. I started the engine and then realized that I still have Nanjas glasses, so I rolled down the window.
"Hey, I found Nanjas glasses upstairs. I guess she forgot to take them with her. Maybe you could send them to her or something." I said as I held her glasses out the window.
"No, Nanja said that she wants you to keep them." Tiffany said. "She said she doesnt need them anymore."
"Doesnt need them anymore?" I asked.
"Thats what she said." Tiffany replied. "And based upon how she looked when she left, I can certainly understand why."
"Really?" I said, trying to maintain my composure.
"Oh God Diane, she was a knockout! When she first came downstairs, I didnt recognize her at all. Almost an entirely different person; I mean, who would have ever known that she was so beautiful." Pamela said.
I felt a rush of exhilarating joy race through every fiber of
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I drove back to Seattle and walked into my apartment just as the sun was dropping below the Olympic Mountains across Puget Sound. As I unpacked my bag, I suddenly heard a very peculiar sound: I was singing. I finished unpacking, then picked up the phone and ordered a pizza for dinner. No sooner had I hung from ordering my dinner, the phone rang. I figured that the pizza place had forgotten something about the order, but the caller ID flashed Geralds name and number. I smiled and snapped up the cordless phone.
"Well, Happy New Year, my dear!" I chirped exuberantly.
"Diane, its Gerald." He said very sullenly.
"Yes, I know that." I replied. "How are you?"
"Are you sitting down?" He asked. Something was wrong.
The smile fled from my face and my exuberance quickly faded into something else. Im not sure what, but it wasnt good.
"No." I said cautiously. "Why?"
"You better sit." He said.
My heart began to pound and I slowly sank on to my couch. Somehow I got the feeling that whatever he was about to tell me, it was definitely not Happy New Year
"Sherry and Michelle are dead." Gerald said after a deep exhale.
As the words registered, my heart skipped several beats, my stomach leapt into my throat and I was suddenly gasping for air. At the onset, my hand slapped over my mouth, and my eyes, perhaps only out of natural reflex, immediately welled with tears. After all I been through because of those two, crying over the news of their passing was the last thing I ever expected to do.
"Oh my God. Oh my God!" I gasped into the phone. "What happened?"
Gerald went on to tell me that Sherry and Michelles bodies had been found in Sherrys office at the health club three days after Christmas. I suddenly felt violently ill as the tears were streaming down my cheeks. For an instant, I couldnt believe how emotional and undone I was feeling about this. Gerald went on with even more shocking details: Sherry was found completely naked, lying over her desk on her stomach. There appeared to be no signs of blunt or forced trauma anywhere; but there where several fresh bite marks, hickeys and deep fingernail scratches all over her back, neck and abdomen. Michelle was
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