a.n. OK, I am so not gonna get this done. I just found out I'll probably be
getting Secret Window next week instead of tomorrow, and I've been trying
to sort out all this Duke of Edinburgh stuff, so I only have half an hour
now! I won't set my self the target of finishing tonight, because I'll only
rush it and I want it to be really good, cause it's near the climax now.
Chapter Eight – At 40
Mort had been going out with Kait for two months now, and she had moved in with him. The letters from the stalker kept arriving, but nothing serious, so Mort put it to the back of his mind. But, he could still not bring himself to confide in Kait about it. She was a police officer, she could help, he kept telling himself, but he never wanted to spoil the great moods she always seemed to be in.
Everything was going fine, Mort was even thinking of proposing to her, he loved her like he loved Amy. There were things about Kait that reminded him of Amy, her nose was relatively small, and it kind of flicked up at the end, like Amy's had, and her eyes were wide and quite close together, just as Amy's had been. The only difference was her kisses. Amy kissed him softly, and meaningfully, whereas Kait's were short and hard, like she was trying to split his lip!
One night, just before bedtime, Kait sat down on the new sofa.
(Mort had got rid of the old one, since Amy's body was on it. Kait took Amy's body and they had had a funeral for her a month back.)
Mort sat down beside her, and gave her an envelope. "What's this, Mort?" Kait asked. "Go on, open it." He urged. She ripped open the envelope. "The bath holds secrets, not willing to be told. Eh?" "It's a clue. It's fun. Go on!"
Kait went running round the house, finding clue after clue, until she came to the last envelope tied around the bedpost. (a.n. She knew it was the last envelope, because it had THE LAST ENVELOPE written on it in big red marker!) She opened it, and loads of rose petals fell out. "Oh, Mort. This is really romantic." Mort did not reply, so she read the piece of paper. Kaitie, I've never really been one for words, or a romantic, so I thought I'd write down my feelings.
From the day I met you, even under the circumstances, I knew you were the one. You were beautiful, and sensitive. When I held you for the first time, it felt so right, we were meant to be together.
When I found out Amy was having an affair, it felt as if my world was falling in, spiralling into this big, black hole. Then, when I found her body, it was a hundred times worse. You helped me to rebuild my life, and I will be eternally grateful to you for it.
So, what I'm trying to say is, I will love you until the day that I die and I want to be with you forever and live your life with you as you live mine with me. Will you make me really happy and come with me to the church? I have a few questions to ask Jesus, and I feel I need you by my side whilst I make those confessions.
No, not really! I didn't really believe in Jesus since Amy had an affair, I thought 'why would he let that happen if he protects us all?' but you have restored my faith and I would love to see your smile just once more. Please marry me, Kait, and we can be forever for eternity.
"I love you. From Mort." Kait turned around. As she had read the last five words, they had been read to her by that deep, sexy voice that she loved.
He was standing in the doorway, with a rose in his hand, and a ring perched on the top of the petals.
"Yes." Kait said, happily, and jumped into Mort's arms, hugging him as though she wouldn't let go until the world ended.
Chapter Eight – At 40
Mort had been going out with Kait for two months now, and she had moved in with him. The letters from the stalker kept arriving, but nothing serious, so Mort put it to the back of his mind. But, he could still not bring himself to confide in Kait about it. She was a police officer, she could help, he kept telling himself, but he never wanted to spoil the great moods she always seemed to be in.
Everything was going fine, Mort was even thinking of proposing to her, he loved her like he loved Amy. There were things about Kait that reminded him of Amy, her nose was relatively small, and it kind of flicked up at the end, like Amy's had, and her eyes were wide and quite close together, just as Amy's had been. The only difference was her kisses. Amy kissed him softly, and meaningfully, whereas Kait's were short and hard, like she was trying to split his lip!
One night, just before bedtime, Kait sat down on the new sofa.
(Mort had got rid of the old one, since Amy's body was on it. Kait took Amy's body and they had had a funeral for her a month back.)
Mort sat down beside her, and gave her an envelope. "What's this, Mort?" Kait asked. "Go on, open it." He urged. She ripped open the envelope. "The bath holds secrets, not willing to be told. Eh?" "It's a clue. It's fun. Go on!"
Kait went running round the house, finding clue after clue, until she came to the last envelope tied around the bedpost. (a.n. She knew it was the last envelope, because it had THE LAST ENVELOPE written on it in big red marker!) She opened it, and loads of rose petals fell out. "Oh, Mort. This is really romantic." Mort did not reply, so she read the piece of paper. Kaitie, I've never really been one for words, or a romantic, so I thought I'd write down my feelings.
From the day I met you, even under the circumstances, I knew you were the one. You were beautiful, and sensitive. When I held you for the first time, it felt so right, we were meant to be together.
When I found out Amy was having an affair, it felt as if my world was falling in, spiralling into this big, black hole. Then, when I found her body, it was a hundred times worse. You helped me to rebuild my life, and I will be eternally grateful to you for it.
So, what I'm trying to say is, I will love you until the day that I die and I want to be with you forever and live your life with you as you live mine with me. Will you make me really happy and come with me to the church? I have a few questions to ask Jesus, and I feel I need you by my side whilst I make those confessions.
No, not really! I didn't really believe in Jesus since Amy had an affair, I thought 'why would he let that happen if he protects us all?' but you have restored my faith and I would love to see your smile just once more. Please marry me, Kait, and we can be forever for eternity.
"I love you. From Mort." Kait turned around. As she had read the last five words, they had been read to her by that deep, sexy voice that she loved.
He was standing in the doorway, with a rose in his hand, and a ring perched on the top of the petals.
"Yes." Kait said, happily, and jumped into Mort's arms, hugging him as though she wouldn't let go until the world ended.