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xx The Diary of Kayleigh Graham
« Thread started on: Aug 23rd, 2007, 7:04pm »

The black minute hand slowly edged forward, counting down the seconds until five o'clock. Outside, the bleak afternoon was darkening swiftly into night. Passersby, umbrellaed and gusted by wind, struggled with parcels. A stream of traffic waited for the lights to change. She furled her umbrella, put on her gloves and began to button her coat. Reaching into her immense handbag, Kayleigh pulled out her latch key and shut up shop. As she stepped out onto the wet pavement, it was so cold and wet that the prospect of a trudge through icy wind and rain was almost more than she could bear; so, after walking up the road, she finally flagged down a cab. Because of one-way streets and snarled-up traffic, it took perhaps ten minutes longer than if she had made the journey on foot, and cost so much that she simply handed the driver a pound note and let him count out the meager change.

There was still a little ways to go, across puddles and shining wet cobbles before she reached at last the haven of her own front door. She reached inside and switched on the light and at once felt enclosed and safe, letting her fingers glide against the gilded surfaces of the wallpaper and staring down the stairwell as she climbed up the steep, narrow steps carpeted in worn beige. Emerging at the top, she shed her umbrella and went to draw the curtains against the night. She lit the gas fire and went to the hall table where a pile of letters sat inevitably to be opened. Walking through to the tiny kitchen, she took a steaming mug of tea from the stove.

She went back to the fireside, and started sifting through the letters. "I thought I paid that bill," she muttered under her breath, throwing it away for tomorrow morning when she would be more awake than she was now. Something blue stuck out of the pile of crisp white and she pulled it out, letting the others fall onto the plush velvet carpet of the sitting room. There it was. She didn't have to open it to know what was inside. Well it wasn't like she didn't know it was coming. The dinners eaten alone, the letters gone unanswered, the late business hours. They were telling, even when she was only eight. She could recognize the signs better than her mother ever could. So why did it feel as though she had fallen down twenty-three stories in a very fast lift? She could hear the wind blow a scrap of newspaper across the street and the beating of her own heart.

"Life is full of surprises," Angela had said that afternoon.
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« Reply #1 on: Aug 30th, 2007, 3:43pm »

My Darling Kayleigh,

We have had a sweltering summer. I've been playing golf almost every day. The house is right next to the fairway. I can step out of the garden gate and play the first hole. Kayleigh, you can do almost anything here--swim, play tennis, even ride, if you want to. I've also been skiing up at Aspen in Colorado.

This is a difficult letter to write. I am not coming back to London. I have spent most of my day with my attorney, and I think the best decision would be to pack up what's left of my belongings and leave for Italy. I don't know when I shall return. This year, next year, sometime, never. Certainly not in the foreseeable future. I haven't made this decision without thought of you. This decision has nothing to do with what happened at Sally's party or the conversation about your future. The truth is I could never stay here.

So I am going, catching a train to Siena tomorrow morning. I have left my estate in Clauden to you. You probably won't feel like living there by yourself, so I've seen to it that you have been enrolled at Emerson Park University. I suggest that you come as early as you can to see the dean of admissions and to make arrangements for your studies. If you have any problems, speak to my agent and he will know how to contact me.

I did not mean for this to end this way. But happy endings don't seem to be part of my life. Take care of yourself.

I love you,
Diane
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