“You don’t know how my plans is smashed to pieces,” he said, with a worried look on his face. “I don’t see how I’ll ever be able to open my doctor’s office. And how can we get married with your people hanging on for your wages?”
“Ah, David, don’t you no longer feel that love can find a way out?”
He looked on me, down and up, and up and down, till I drawed myself back, frightened.
But he grabbed me back to him. “I love you. I love you, heart of mine,” he said, kissing me on the neck, on my hair and my eyes. “And nothing else matters, does it, does it?” and he kissed me again and again, as if he wanted to swallow me up.
Next day I go out from the shop and down the steps to meet him, like on every day.
I give a look around.
“Gott! Where is he? He wasn’t never late before,” gave a knock my heart.
I waited out till all the girls was gone, and the streets was getting empty, but David didn’t come yet.
“Maybe an accident happened to him, and I standing round here like a dummy,” and I gave a quick hurry home.
But nobody had heard nothing.