Can't Buy Me Love The Beatles 1

I'll buy you diamond rings my friend if it makes you feel all right I'll get you anything my friend if it makes you feel all right 'cause I don't care too much for money money can't buy me love

I'll give you all I've got to give if you say you love me too I may not have a lot to give but what I've got I'll give to you 'cause I don't care too much for money money can't buy me love

can't buy me love everybody tells me so can't buy me love no, no, no no, no, no say you don't need no diamond rings and I'll be satisfied say you want the kind of things that money just can't buy 'cause I don't care too much for money money can't buy me love

Christine met him in front of the cafe as he had promised. He was leaning against the decaying building looking indifferently down the street in the opposite direction. She wasn't sure why, but she found herself smiling slightly as she neared him. The late afternoon light was playing on his copper hair and there seemed to be an air of superiority about him that she secretly liked. She still wasn't very close to him when she saw that he reacted as if he had heard her coming. He turned his head in her direction but his body language did not change. Instinct crawled in her belly and it didn't like what it found. Was his hearing so good that it could be humanly possible that he had heard her...or was it something else? She pushed this troubling question away from her mind like someone who turned their head during a particularly violent part of a movie...not wanting to accept it and rejecting it as quickly as possible.

A slow thoughtful smirk played on his lips as she approached and he immediately stood up straight. "I almost thought you weren't going to show. I'm glad you did." he regarded her as she stopped a foot from him. "What is with the house you sent me to?", she asked, "It looks like it was just...I don't know...abandoned. I used to play with some kids that used to live there....What happened to them?" As soon as the words about the kids left her lips, he was looking at her differently. A sort of nostalgia had filled his eyes. Also, had that been a flicker of anger? He looked away then for a moment as if debating about telling her. He sighed softly and then looked again at her. "I thought you looked familiar. I know what happened at the house, but I can't exactly explain it to you...I have to show you." he said and stopped when he saw her face change with hesitancy, "I won't hurt you I promise. I've lived here almost all of my life and would be the best one to explain what happened everywhere in the town.", he continued almost hurriedly.

She felt her face color at his modest tone. Such a contrast to the solidity in his stance she had witnessed only moments before. Christine didn't know why, but she trusted him. She stared at the sidewalk and finally looked up at him. She smiled at him. "Okay...okay...but we better do it now because I want to get a good night's sleep so I can leave right away in the morning. No offense, but this place gives me the creeps." she replied. He nodded warmly. "Okay then. The first thing I want to show you are the railroad tracks. Do you know what time it is?" he asked. She pulled up the sleeve of her white cashmere cardigan to reveal a gold watch. It read exactly 5 p.m. She looked up quickly and caught a trace of retribution expression on his face. He had been studying her watch. She quickly pulled her sleeve down and met his gaze. The smirk returned. "It's five o'clock. Is there a train that comes through or something?" she asked uneasily. Why had he been looking at her watch? Was he going to rob her once he got her there? "No," he answered and turned away from her, "Come.", he said commandingly. He started down the sidewalk and she stood still for a moment fermenting about his demand and yet feeling as if she had no choice since everything seemed closed and no one else was around.

She started to chase after him. "Hey wait....wait....I'm coming." she called. He kept walking, ignoring her. She caught up to him and walked at his side. He didn't look at her and remained silent. She felt inferior to him for some reason but soon realized why. She had noticed unconsciously the strange belt around his waist. It was extremely old leather rawhide. And at the right side of his hips was a sheath connected to the belt...and in the sheath was a buck knife. It sent chills down her spine even though there was no reason for it to. She figured a lot of small town men carried such in-case equipment. It also caused a flash of déja vú move swiftly through her mind even though it lasted long enough to give her goosebumps. She had seen the belt before. And it had been in this town. A boy that had lived here had worn one like it. She tried to shift her vision upwards to the face but the feeling washed away before she could. Was it him? God, she was getting paranoid.

Christine kept stride with him as he led her to the side of town where she had come in. The railroad tracks were grown over with weeds and the rails themselves were as rusted as a bicycle left in the rain. The man stopped before them. She looked to him questioningly. On the other side of the tracks was a drop-off to a vast lake below. He walked over the tracks and balanced on the second rail, looking out over the water. She cam beside him again and watched his face. Finally, he spoke. "You trusted me enough to meet me, you trusted me enough to follow me here, now you must trust what I am about to ask of you.", he looked at her then. She nodded hypnotically. His gaze fell to her wrist. She, too, lowered her head. "To understand what I am going to tell you, you must let go of a worldly possession. I think your watch would suffice," his low voice came to her ears, "Cast it into the lake...go ahead now." She looked at her watch. It had been her grandmother's. "I can't..." she said but before she could finish, he had turned toward her. His eyes were hard and cold. She flinched from it. "Then I can't make you understand." he whispered harshly. He turned and began to walk back towards town. Something stirred inside her and she began to understand at least this much...the town's desecration must have had something to do with religion...his words about worldly possessions echoed in her endlessly questioning mind....maybe it was still going on. Maybe that was why the town had seemed so deserted. This man had decided to let her in on the behind-the-scenes secrets and now she was betraying him in sorts. But could she really just throw her grandmother's watch away?

The man was about twenty feet from her now. Her eyes followed him in deliberation. She hadn't come all of this way to come out empty handed and he seemed to be her only hope. Christine swallowed hard. She knew it was now or never. It wasn't like he had asked her for her watch. He wanted her to get rid of it. And there was always some sort of price to pay when you gained something. And she needed to gain this information badly.

"Hey, wait...", she called out. The man stopped but did not turn around. She looked at the watch one last time. "I'll do it." she whispered. Christine could not see, but sensed, the smile crossing his face. He turned around and walked slowly back to her. He watched her closely as she took off the watch. Her eyes threatened to well up with tears but she was damned if she would let this complete stranger in on all the pain she felt at the moment. He urged her gently. "You will feel at peace when it is done." he said.

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"It doesn't look like anyone has been here for ages and yet the place hasn't changed." Job said amazed. They both got out of the car and surveyed the house. Sarah's eyes fell on the steps leading to the porch. "Someone has been here. I can't see who though." Sarah said speaking of her gift. Job came closer to the steps. There were faint footprints in the dried mud and dirt on them. "Before we go into the house, let's go back into town and see if we can find anyone. It looks like whoever was here has come and gone." Job said. Sarah closed her eyes and after a few seconds, opened them. "Yes, whoever it was is gone. But I have an even stranger feeling now. There are more than the man and girl. There are children. And other adults. Maybe the town has been rebuilding." Sarah smiled as she said this. Job was looking at the cornfield..."Don't get your hopes up about that." They got back into the car.

"Where are you going?" Sarah asked. "I don't know, downtown maybe. Do you see anything, anyone?" Job asked as he started back into town. Sarah closed her eyes again. She shook her head. "Someone is by the lake but I can't even make out if it is the man and girl or some other people. I thought coming back here would make my visions stronger, but I guess not." Job drove towards the lake on the outskirts of the other side of town. He stopped abruptly. Sarah almost flew into the dashboard. She looked over at him angrily. "What are you doing?" she demanded. She brushed the long blond hair from her face. Job didn't look back at her. Something else had seized his attention. About a half a mile away were a man and a girl about Sarah's age. "Look." Job whispered. Sarah followed his gaze and gasped. Even from this distance, the man's profile was clear.

"It can't be..." she groaned. The man was tall and lanky with long, flowing red hair.

"Malachai...." Job finished in awe and fear.

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