William Albert stopped the car. Candy left car and looked at the Pony's Home. Everyone slept already, and windows were dark.
The girl felt awkwardly because her friend has to go back now , but she wanted home so much… She wanted to the Pony's Home so much…
She looked up, Albert looked at her silently.
"See you, Mr. Albert!" the girl whispered.
"See you, Candy, " he answered softly. Candy went on a path and, having turned back, saw that Albert still stay and looks at her.
"He wants to kiss you, to caress your breast…" Neil's voice sounded suddenly in her head. Ms. White nearly ran and only by effort of will she went quietly. What it with it today? What is it with all of them?
Candy knocked and, having heard native steps, embraced surprised Ms. Pony:
"Ms. Pony! It's me!"
"Enter, enter quicker…"
The sound of the driving-off car was heard, and Candy breathed sigh of relief. He left…
Having refused tea, the girl came into the room where children slept. Having laid one of free beds, Candy, at last, took off this ill-fated dress and, having put on an old nightgown, she went to bed.
With pleasure having stretched on cool sheets though because of the size of a bed it was necessary to pull her legs, the girl sighed. She is at home. In is again the little girl of whom they care and everything is simple and clear around.
As soon as Candy closed her eyes, she fell asleep.
But she didn't have sweet dream. She had a nightmare. She ran across a field, and men, with this frightening fire of passion in their eyes pursued her. Their faces were distorted from desire, and they were almost unrecognizable in this new appearance. Candy ran as the fox from rack of hounds, ran, fell, she was catched by strong hands, she escaped and ran further. Feet were wadded, heart beat somewhere in a throat, and they ran after her, spurred of hunter's instinct - almost mad Neil, Archie – yes, Archie, her always gallant Archie and, at last … Mr. Albert …
"Leave me alone! Please!" the girl tried to shout, but persecutors were relentless, something more stronger than their consciousness forced men to continue a pursuit, At Last, Candy fell, turned over on a back and, being dripping with cold sweat, looked at the persecutors. The faces distorted by lust came nearer, hands began to tear clothes, to touch her… Candy cried…
"Candy!"
The girl sat down on beds, all wet from sweat, she wiped her face by shivering hands. Kids crowded arout her bed, Ms. Pony came into the room.
"What is it with you, my girl?"worrying, the old woman asked.
"No… Nothing…" Candy whispered. "I had a nightmare…"
Ms. Pony burst out laughing.
"Oh, It is because of surplus of impressions – dances, excitement, a trip… Have a rest, lay down, pray, and kind dreams will dream to you!" she added with a smile.
Ms. White obediently laid down, she covered herself with a blanket, but till the morning didn't close eyes …
From drowsiness she was pulled out by children's voices:
"Candy! Get up! Candy… Get up!" children cried.
"I don't sleep," the girl turned over sideways and covered her eyes. For some reason she wanted to be one. Simply alone in silence.
"Candy!"
Ms. White got up – it was time to get up anyway. Especially, today she should go to Chicago, to her apartment that in the morning to be at work.
The girl put on a simple dress, rejoicing t that yesterday ended.
"It was just a bad dream. A nightmare about which it is necessary to forget and not to remember anymore."
But what to do with Archie and … Mr. Albert?
Candy already sat down at a table, wished good morning to everyone and began pouring coffee on cups as suddenly Ms. Pony smiled cunningly.
"Candy, they sent flowers to you."
"Flowers?" green eyes blinked with astonishment.
"Yes, flowers!" children began to yell. "Even two bouquets!"
"And even three notes, " Ms. Pony winked. "It seems that yesterday, my darling, you broke many male hearts!" good-natured women laughed.
Candy got up silently from table and passed to the room where she was dragged by children.
On a little table two bouquets lay, to each of them was pinned on a note. And one more note was allocated with a simple white envelope, it lay alone without flowers. The girl took it the first.
"Candy, I have to talk to you. It is important. We will meet in Chicago, tomorrow at 18:00 p.m, in cafe opposite the Hospital. Archie."
Gentle fingers broke off a piece of paper in small scraps. Candy compressed her temples by hands. Archie! He won't calm down… What is it? What's madness!
Ms. White took the second one - a magnificent bouquet of tuberoses. From their smell the head was turned, and heavy aroma floated over the room.
"I am sure that you thought about me tonight too. As well as I about you. Nile. P.S. I will send driver for you tomorrow - we go to a dinner."
"Dream-dream!" the girl flicked out tongue, and carefully put a bouquet on a broke off a note in small scraps too. When he, at last, leaves her alone?
There came time of the last bouquet. It was the lovely bouquet of wild flowers, but beautiful tapes and jewelry on flowers said that someone carefully chose this bouquet before buying.
In a note it was told.
"Hi, Candy! You were upset with something yesterday, weren't you? I would like to make your mood up. How about this - I will come to you today, and we ride horses a little? In my opinion, it is excellent idea to bring smile at your face! Albert."
Candy was motionless for a minute, and then with rage threw a bouquet on the ground.
No! She doesn't want any horses! Any trips and cafe! Doesn't want! What is it with all of them?! They are so … identical … All of them are became mad because of her!
"I hate all men, all of them," Candy burst out crying, having fallen by a chair and hiding her face in hands…