Scene 27

Secret Headquarters of the KLF

I turned my back as Diane put her robe on.

“It’s okay,” she said. I heard her voice crack a little as she spoke.

I turned around and saw her again sitting on my bed. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I sat beside her and took her in my arms.

“I’ll be okay, just give me a minute,” she said through her crying.

I knew what the problem was, however. After a year, she thought that the husband she believed to be dead had returned to her. But now, that belief had been taken from her. To her it would almost feel as if he had died again.

I held her for several minutes until her crying had passed.

“I’m okay now,” she said, “Thank you.” She raised her head and kissed me on the cheek. “You’re a good man,” she said.

She leaned against me with her head on my shoulder. “Can we just sit here a while?”

I kept my arms around her and held her tight. “Sure, take as long as you need.”

“So, are you just like him?” she asked.

“In ways, I suppose, especially physically, except of course for things like scars from wounds I never received. From what I’ve learned though, our personalities are completely different. I would assume that we made some very different choices in our lives.”

“Is there a Diane on your world?”

“Yes, there is.”

“Do you know her very well?”

“I do know her, but not that well. And we’re certainly not married.” I looked down at her. “You wear your hair a little differently though.”

She looked up at me. “You noticed my hair. I don’t think my David ever noticed my hair.”

“I told you; we’re different men.”

She hugged me again then got up. “I'd better be going. People are going to talk.”

“Yeah, some of them are probably already talking.”

“Do you think?” she asked with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. She moved her hands to the belt of her robe and acted as if she were going to untie it. “Well, since they’re already talking.”

“Out woman!” I said laughing and pointing to the door. “Go take a cold shower.”

She laughed and headed to the door. As she stepped outside, she turned her head back. “Bye,” she said and stepped out, closing the door behind her.

I sat on the bed and thought about what had happened this morning.

I wondered just how cold that shower could get.