"Jerry Davis - Strong Metallic Arm" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)Erin closed her eyes and found herself in a white marble chapel full of misty air. A window high above the altar let in a brilliant light, which shined down upon the steps where she stood. She faced the light, and said, "I am still having that dream." A deep, powerful voice replied. "Is this the dream where your husband kills you during a fishing trip?" "Yes." "How many times have you had this dream now?" "A lot. I don't know how many exactly." "May I review your memories?" "Yes." The Oracle paused, and the light streaming through the file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/Jerry%20Davis%20-%20Strong%20Metallic%20Arm.txt (1 of 17) [10/15/2004 10:16:31 PM] file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/Jerry%20Davis%20-%20Strong%20Metallic%20Arm.txt window became blinding. Erin felt warm, relaxed. She had completely forgotten that she was sitting on the commode in one of her upstairs bathrooms. When The Oracle spoke again the voice was not as loud, it was more personal and fatherly. "Are you going on this fishing trip with him today?" "I don't want to." "The fear you have is irrational, and stems from the guilt "I do feel guilty." "It was a wise choice, Erin, and my advice is for you to stand firm on your decision. It is possible he married you for personal gain, we have talked about that before. But beside that, he has cost you money on his ventures. You're company has lost some credibility directly because of his actions. He is prone to scandals. Your actions have been more than fair, you should feel no guilt." "Thank you." "I see no implied threat, however, from your husband." "Are you sure?" "Nothing is absolutely 'sure.' However, the probability is small and I see no implied threat from your memories. This fishing trip is a perfect opportunity to overcome this nightmare." "I don't know if I can go through with it." "I urge you to go. Go, have a pleasant time. Chances are you will never have that nightmare again." "Well, isn't there another way? I mean, can't you . . ." She stopped talking as the light was cut off and the chapel around her faded to black. She opened her eyes and found herself in the bathroom. Four-thousand already? she thought. There was a knock at the door. Her husband's voice drifted |
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