They went to Chicago the same evening. Neil insisted, and Candy did not resist much, she wanted to leave Aunt Elroy, who walked with such a look as if the end of the world had happened. Mrs. Legan did not say anything, and when Miss White was sitting in the back seat of the car, leaning slightly against her bridegroom, she felt relief.
After the fight, Daniel decided that he was too sick to drive a car and now he was sitting next to Candy, with the look of great suffering. Albert Andrew's sunglasses gleamed to hide the bruises on Neil's face. 'At least, there is some benefit from it,' Legan thought irritably, cursing Albert and that actor again and again.
The noise of the wheels rang in his ears, and Neil looked for Candy's hand with his fingers. Holding hands, they arrived to Chicago.
The betrothed pair had supper, and it was very, very difficult to say goodbye. Indeed, they were in the same house before, and now Candy had to return to her apartment, and Neil had to go to the Legan's house in Chicago.
All this seemed such a farce after the last night, but Daniel called on prudence.
'There are only a few miserable two months, and we will always fall asleep and wake up in one bed. Meanwhile, we should serve the decencies,' he said to himself, kissing his beloved at parting.
It was really funny, because they will meet in the morning. Why is it so difficult to leave hands and part the ways?
Two months. Well, not two, but a month and thirty days. Sixty-one days. Damn, this is unbearably long!
Candy disappeared into the darkness of the porch, and Neil watched her go.
Sixty-one days! And then she will be his own, only his forever!
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But Terrus Granchester did not leave for New York. Obeying an incomprehensible impulse, he went to Chicago, since he was so close to this city.
Chicago... He wanted to walk again through the streets where he had been looking for Candy long ago, sit it at the gates of the Hospital one again, walk past the hotel, where he stopped when he learned that the ocean did not separate him from Candy any more.
It was already evening, and the man kept wandering about and roaming the streets, which brought back sad memories.
Miss Candice White Andrew will be Mrs. Legan.
An indignant scream sounded in his head: 'I'm Candice! White! Andrew!'
He remembered her like that.
Candice Legan does not even sound well. This is a cold name, and she...
Damn, damn!
What did he do wrong in his life? Why he must say goodbye this restless girl again and again?...
He said goodbye to her at the College, on a clear autumn day, he said goodbye to her in the winter in New York, he said goodbye to her here, although she did not know about it, working in the Happy clinic.
By the way, here it is.
It was already late night, when the young actor stopped in front of a small house with a sign "Happy Clinic". Nearby, there was a column with the announcement that the clinic would be closed for repairs soon.
He wondered where the clinic got the money for repairs, if they did not take money from patients?
'Happy clinic'... Happy. Candy worked there. Could she make her own happiness? She deserved it, like no other.
'How are you, my angel with freckles?' Terry asked the darkness. 'How do you live?'
Neil pulled her pigtail and tried to pull up her dress. Surrounded by his cronies, she could do little.
Could he have changed so much that she is on safe ground? ...
He just has to see her for the last time. Terrus lingered to the house where he had sent letters to before. He remembered that address by heart.
'She should come here, to Chicago, before the wedding,' Granchester thought. 'And when she comes, I'll see her. I must.'