“He’s coming! He must come!” I fighted back my fear. But by evening he hadn’t come yet.
I sent in my brother next door to see if he could find him.
“He moved to-day,” comes in my brother to tell me.
“My God! David left me? It ain’t possible!”
I walk around the house, waiting and listening. “Don’t let nobody see your nervousness. Don’t let yourself out. Don’t break down.”
It got late and everybody was gone to bed.
I couldn’t take my clothes off. Any minute he’ll come up the steps or knock on the wall. Any minute a telegram will come.
It’s twelve o’clock. It’s one. Two!
Every time I hear footsteps in the empty street, I am by the window—“Maybe it’s him.”
It’s beginning the day.