Chapter 12 fourth homework

Talked a lot.Finally, Margaret walks Eddie through another door.They returned to the small circular room they had been in before.She sat on that stool, fingers crossed.She turned to the mirror, and Eddie saw that her reflection in the mirror was hers, not his. The bride is to wait here.She ran her fingers through her top hair and looked at her reflection in the mirror, but she looked as if she was about to leave: the time has come, now you have to think about what you're doing.Who are you going to choose.Who are you going to love.If all goes well, Eddie, what a time this will be. She turned to face him.

You've been without love for years, haven't you? Eddie said nothing. You feel that love has been taken away, you feel that I left you too soon. He lowered himself slowly.Her lavender dress fluttered in front of him. You really left too early.He said. You are mad at me. I don't. There was a light in her eyes. Eddie said: Well I'll be honest.I'm mad at you. There is a reason for all this.she says. what reason?He said: How could there be a reason?You were only forty-seven years old when you died.You were the best and best person the two of us ever knew and you died and you lost everything.And I lost everything.I lost the only woman I ever loved in my life.

She takes his hand: No, you haven't lost me.I am right here.And anyway, you loved me. Eddie, lost love is still love, but in a different form.You can't see their smiles, you can't serve them meals, you can't play with their hair, you can't hug them around the dance floor.However, as these feelings fade away, another feeling will gradually become stronger.That is memory.Memory becomes your companion.You water it, you own it.You dance with memory. Life always ends.She said: Love has no end. Eddie thought of the years since his wife lay in the ground.It was like looking at the other side of the railing.He realized that there was another form of life on the other side, and he knew he couldn't fit into it.

I never thought about being with someone else.he said calmly. I see.she says. I still love you. I see.She nodded: I can feel it. it's here?he asks. It's felt even here.She smiled and said: Lost love is so strong. She stood up and opened a door, and Eddie blinked as he followed her through the door. It was a dimly lit room with deck chairs and an accordionist sitting in a corner. I've always had this scene.she says. She holds out her arm.And he made the first contact since he had been in heaven: he walked up to Margaret, ignoring his legs, ignoring all his own aversions to dancing and music and weddings, and now he knew, His resentment was really all about loneliness.

Everything is available, only one thing is missing.Margaret said softly, putting her hand on his shoulder: bingo cards. He grinned and put an arm around her waist. can i ask you somethingHe said. Just ask. Why do you look like the day I married you? I thought you would like to see me like this. He thought for a while and said: Can you change it? Change?She had a very amused expression on her face: what did it look like? Your last look. Her arms hang down: I wasn't very pretty in the end. Eddie shook his head, as if to say that what she said was not true. OK? She paused for a moment, then returned to his arms.The accordionist played familiar notes.She hummed the tune in his ear, and they danced slowly.That is the rhythm of memory, the rhythm that a husband has only with his wife.

∮ you made me fall in love with you I didn't want to fall in love with you I didn't want to fall in love with you you made me fall in love with you you always understood you always understood He turned his head back and saw that she was forty-seven again, with fine lines around her eyes, thinner hair on top, and looser skin under her chin.She smiled and he smiled too.To him, she was still as beautiful as ever.He closed his eyes, and finally said what he had been wanting to say since seeing her again: I don't want to go on.I want to stay here. When he opened his eyes, his arms were still around her figure, but she was gone, and everything around her was gone.

◆◆◆ Friday, 3:15 p.m. Dominguez pressed the button in the elevator, and the elevator door slammed shut.The window openings in the inner door overlap the window openings in the outer door.The elevator jerked upwards.The hall beyond the latticed glass disappeared from his sight. I can't believe this elevator is still working.Dominguez said: This must be something from a hundred years ago. The man next to him was a lawyer dealing with inheritance issues, and he nodded slightly, pretending to be very interested.The man took off his hat. He was sweating in the poorly ventilated elevator; and he looked up at the numbered lights glowing on the brass siding.This is his third date today.Solve one more and he can go home for dinner.

Eddie doesn't have many relics.Dominguez said. Well, the man wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief: it shouldn't take much time then. The elevator bounced to a stop, and the elevator door opened with a low sound again.The two moved towards 6B.The hallway still has the black and white checkered tiles of the 1960s, and it smells of vegetables, garlic, and fried potatoes.Next Wednesday, the place is going to be cleaned up and rented to a new tenant. Wow Dominguez opened the door of the apartment and said when he walked into the kitchen: For the place where the elderly live, this place is really clean.The sink was clean.The counters are clean.God knows, Dominguez thought, his own house had never been so clean.

Do you have financial documents?The man asks: Bank statement?jewelry? Dominguez almost laughed when he thought of Eddie wearing gold and silver.He found himself missing the old man, it was strange without him on the pier, without him barking orders, without him watching things like a female eagle.They haven't cleared Eddie's locker yet.No one has that courage.They left Eddie's stuff in the maintenance room, where they were, as if he'd be back at work tomorrow. I don't know.Do you want to go to the bedroom and look for it? dresser? right.You know, I've only been to his house once myself.All I knew about Eddie was really limited to work.

Dominguez stooped across the table to peer out of the kitchen window.He saw the old carousel.He checks his watch.We were talking about work just now, he thought to himself. The lawyer opened the top drawer of the bedroom dresser.He pushed away several pairs of sock rolls, one inside the other, each pair neatly rolled: and underwear, all white boxer shorts folded next to the belt.An old box was stuffed under these clothes, the box body was fixed with leather, it looked very old-fashioned.With a flick of his hand, he opened the box, eager to find what he was looking for quickly.He frowned.There are no valuables in the box.There is no bank statement.No insurance policy: just a black bow tie, a menu from a Chinese restaurant, an old deck of playing cards, a letter with a military medal, and a Polaroid photo next to a cake There is a man surrounded by a group of children.

Hey, Dominguez yelled from the other room: Could this be what you're looking for? Dominguez came to the bedroom with a stack of envelopes he had found in a kitchen drawer.The stack of envelopes included some from a local bank and some from the Veterans Administration.The lawyer flipped through it, and said without looking carefully: This is enough.He pulled out a bank statement and jotted down the numbers in his head.Then, he had something in his mind that he often had on interview trips like this: He was secretly thankful that he had a portfolio of stocks and bonds, and a retirement plan in place, which would definitely be better. The poor guy has nothing to see behind him except a clean kitchen.