Part 221 (2/2)

right things about the tragedy of AIDS.”

SHE WORE A simpLE black suit. Since Drew watched her every move, she

couldn't take anything else. She'd hardly need fancy duds for a spot of

mourning, would she? he asked. She was allowed a pair of black pumps

and an oversized purse that would. double as a carryon. He even

checked through her cosmetics bag while she sat on the bed.

Since he'd locked her pa.s.sport up, and taken her credit cards away -you

really are careless about such matters, Emma-she was totally dependent

upon him. He made her flight arrangements. A round-trip. He'd given

her fourteen hours of freedom. Her flight left LaGuardia at

nine-fifteen, and she was due back at ten twenty-five the same evening.

He'd generously allotted her forty dollars in cash. She'd stolen

fifteen more, feeling like a thief, from the housekeeping money. She'd

tucked it in her shoe. Now and again she wiggled her toes, felt it, and

was struck with excitement and shame.

She was lying to him.

Don't ever lie to me, Emma. I'M always find out the truth and punish

you.

She was never coming back.

Don't ever try to leave me, Emma. I'll find you. I'll always find you

and you'll be sorry.

She was running away.

You'll never run fast enough to get away from me, Emma. You belong to

me. You need me to take care of you because you make so many stupid

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