Secret Beyond the Door... Page #2

You were living that fight. You soaked it all in -

love, hate, the passion.

You've been starved for feelings

- any real feelings.

I thought:
The 20th century sleeping beauty.

Wealthy American girl who has lived her life

wrapped in cotton wool

but she wants to wake up.

Maybe she can.

Is it as hard as all that?

- Most people are asleep.

My dear, it must have been frightful!

- I'm Mark Lamphere.

- How do you do?

Arthur went absolutely berserk

after his twelfth burbon.

Chased the chambermaid down three

flights of stairs - he only wanted to pinch!

Well then he only ended up bathing in the patio

fountain for an audience of hundreds.

Sit down, I'm not as poisonous as I look.

I'm afraid they had to hurt the poor dear

in order to quiet him.

What did you say your name is?

- Mark Lamphere.

- He's been telling me that I'm a sleeping beauty.

- Oh, quite an original approach! I suppose then

that you, prince charming,

will kill the dragon, hack your way through the

hedge and give her the magic kiss, hmm?

'Til now I'd forgotten about the dragon and I

somehow think that the hedge is only camouflage.

Darling, shouldn't you be with Arthur?

- No.

Oh, yes, yes of course. Arthur will be touched

when I tell him you're so concerned.

You may consider the dragon

routed, Mr Lamphere.

The next days we were together

twenty-four hours a day.

The third night, we stopped at

the little wishing well.

Celia, when are you going back to New York?

We're taking the noon 'plane tomorrow.

I wasn't going to tell you.

- I wanted you to know me much better.

I know you fairly well... you're an architect, there's

a vogue for your work among

people who know. You publish a magazine on

modern architecture that leads the field.

Yes, that's the factual Mark Lamphere, but there's

another Mark I wanted you to know.

Mm-mmm.

Mark, I want to be honest with you. Something

these past three days, something in you

threw me off my course.

- Celia...

I'm afraid I might closethedoortoa quiet, familiar

room where I'll besafe-

there's a warm fire burning on the hearth and...

- And R. D?

Yes.

Do you want to make a wish?

- Do you believe in it?

There's probably a dusty little man that rakes the

centavos out every morning

and blesses the credulous

fools that throw them in.

Well, to be on the safe side...

What did you wish?

Celia... I need you.

I need you more than...

One door closed and another opened wide

and I went through and never looked behind

because wind was there, and space and sun and

storms... everything was beyond that door.

That night I wrote to Bob.

Suddenly I'm afraid. I'm marrying a stranger,

a man I don't know at all.

I could leave. I could run away-

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