It takes a lot to surprise me. Wanda just managed it.
"Did he know, I mean... did he know how much I loved him? How much he meant..."
There is such pain in her eyes, but it is mingled with something else. Need. Hope.
It is not my nature to be kind. If it were anyone else, I would laugh, and walk away to leave them in their misery. But again, I owe him... and perhaps her as well. For the wrongs I visited on her.
"He always knew." Even as her eyes close in pain, her lips tilt up into a smile. There is her closure, and now mine. I lean down and kiss her head. "Goodbye Wanda von SacherMosch." I turn again and head towards the gate. "And good luck with your daughter... you are going to need it." Wink at her, and head towards the street, and out of town, singing under my breath.
There's a moon over bourbon street tonight I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight I've no choice but to follow that call The bright lights the people and the moon and all I pray everyday to be strong For I know what I do must be wrong Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over bourbon street...
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It takes a lot to surprise me. Wanda just managed it.
"Did he know, I mean... did he know how much I loved him? How much he meant..."
There is such pain in her eyes, but it is mingled with something else. Need. Hope.
It is not my nature to be kind. If it were anyone else, I would laugh, and walk away to leave them in their misery. But again, I owe him... and perhaps her as well. For the wrongs I visited on her.
"He always knew." Even as her eyes close in pain, her lips tilt up into a smile. There is her closure, and now mine. I lean down and kiss her head. "Goodbye Wanda von SacherMosch." I turn again and head towards the gate. "And good luck with your daughter... you are going to need it." Wink at her, and head towards the street, and out of town, singing under my breath.
There's a moon over bourbon street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights the people and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over bourbon street...