Bloody Weekend
Chapter 57
"The Blossom?”
Ryan turned to her with a surprised face.
”This place always kinda reminds me of Logdewood,” he said. ”Not in the sense that it is..”.
Amy interrupts, ”That's exactly what, Ryan. I'm scared
what it won't be. Because we don't know what's behind it. Like,. yes, like a guise.”
”Don't be too dreamy, little Amy."
Ryan's tone was exactly the same as the tone he used to speak. Good tone of speech, which he has used for many years. Amy used to love it, but not anymore. He tried to explain his point more, explaining to Ryan that behind what he called wishful thinking, there is a vague reality that can be lived.
”In London I was free of it, but as soon as I got back here, it all showed up again. I think everybody knows who killed Peter Hamilton. The only person who doesn't know is me.”
Angrily Ryan said, ”Should we think and talk about Peter Hamilton? He's already dead. It's dead and it's no more.”
The arm of Ryan. ”Who, yes, killed him? We thought Natasha was, but it wasn't Natasha. So who? Tell me how you think. Is it someone we don't know you think?”
Ryan said with annoyance, ”I don't think there's any profit we're guessing this way. If the police can't find him, or can't find enough evidence, this whole incident can be frozen, and we'll be free of that.”
Yeah, but we don't know..”.
”For what we want to know? What is our relationship
with Peter Hamilton?”
With us, Amy thought, with me and Ryan. There's nothing! That's the thought that sets 'em, he
and Ryan, combined as a unit. But even though Peter had been lying in his grave, and the word burial had been read on it, it seemed that he had not been buried deep enough. He's dead and he's gone, but Peter Hamilton isn't dead and no good even if that's what Ryan wants. Peter Hamilton is still here at The Blossom.
”Where are we going?” ask Ryan.
Her tone surprised Amy. ”Let's go to
hilltop only, huh?”
”If you like.”
Ryan seems a bit reluctant. Amy wants
know why. He usually likes to walk there. He and Graciela were almost always there. His mind was interrupted and severed. Ryan and Graciela! ”Have you been here during your autumn?”
With a stiff Ryan replied, ”In the evening
first of all, me and Graciela walked the way here.”
They walked on without speaking.
At last they came to the top of the hill, and sat down on a fallen tree.
He and Graciela might be sitting here too, thought
Amy. Turn the ring on his finger. Diamonds
it was cold to him. ”Jaengan emerald,” said Ryan at the time.
In a somewhat imposing voice, Amy said, ”It must be nice to be at Logdewood again on Christmas.”
Ryan didn't hear it. Her thoughts
distant menerawang.
”He's thinking about Graciela and tenetang
Peter Hamilton,” thought Amy.
While sitting here, he may have been worried
something on Graciela, or maybe Graciela said something to her. Graciela knows what she doesn't want, but Ryan still belongs to Graciela. She will always belong to Graciela, Amy thought.
Pain melancholy. The dream world
inhuninya during the last week is now slowly faltering, threatened to break and disintegrate.
He thought, ”I can't live like this
continuous with Graciela who was always in his mind. I can't face it. I can't stand it.”
The wind blew as small as it was through the walnut tree and now the golden yellow leaves are falling rapidly, almost no more
”Ryan?” said.
Hearing the pressure in Amy's voice, Ryan gasped. Turns away.
”Ya?”
”I'm sorry, Ryan, I..” Amy's lips trembled, but forced her voice to calm down and
unbridled.
”I have to tell you. There's no point in me pretending anymore. I can't marry you Ryan. That marriage can't work, Ryan.”
”But, why Amy,” Ryan said in surprise. ”Naturally Logdewood..”
Amy interrupted.
”I can't marry you just because of Logdewood, Ryan. You..
Then Ryan sighed, sighing long and smooth. It sounds like an echo of dead leaf leaves that slowly fall and dry from the branches of the tree.
”I see your point,” he said trying to make his voice sound calm. ”Yes, I think you're right.”
”You are so kind to have asked me to marry you Ryan. You're nice and sweet. But it's no use, Ryan. It won't work as long as you're still thinking about Graciela.”
Amy still hopes Ryan will try to help her and try to persuade her. Ryan felt the same way. Here, with Graciela's shadow always nearby, Ryan seems to also realize that the marriage is not going to work.
”No,” Ryan said, repeating Amy's words,
”indeed will not work.”
Amy took the diamond ring off her finger and stuck it out on Ryan.
He will love Ryan, but Ryan will
will still love Graciela. And life will be
it is a hell of a lie.
With a somewhat restrained voice he said, ”This ring
beautiful one, Ryan.”
”I want you to keep it, Amy. I
want you to have it.”
But Amy is barking.
”I can't do that.”
With lips tilted, until it looks funny, and,
Ryan said, ”I won't give it to anyone else.”
Everything went well. Ryan doesn't know.
He'll never know how Amy felt from then until now. Heaven is in sight. But heaven is gone now, out of
his hand, or maybe heaven was never there for him.
*******
That evening Eloise Hope received her third guest.
She has been visited by Graciela West and Karen Clark. This time the guest is Julia Cavendish.
The woman came as if she was sliding down the path, as usual her appearance was like a fairy.
Eloise opened the door of her house, and smiled at him.
”I came to talk to you Miss Hope,” she said.
Maybe that's how a fairy would give a sigh to an ordinary human.
”I'm so happy, Mrs Cavendish.”
Eloise walked ahead of Julia Cavendish, to a comfortable sitting room. Julia Cavendish sat on the ash-coloured sofa, and she smiled again.
”He's old,” thought Hercule Poirot. ”Hairline
