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Gladys wants me, as she said the other day, to keep away from
him, I think Sister Gladys loves him…”
“Have you ever thought of leaving your job?” Anton asked
her.
“Yes it has passed my mind a few times; this position here
isn’t what I imagined to do for the rest of my life”
“This is the time to consider it seriously, Mary,” Anton said
looking at those two eyes with the melancholy of the violation
she has lived through interchanging with the brightness of the
sunny August day, the brightness which made Anton feel content
and joyous, brightness he would love to see reflecting in Mary’s
eyes for the rest of their time together, “I’ll be with you, baby,”
he said using that tender word for the first time, “I’ll be with you,
stand by you, anytime you think is the right time…this place isn’t
where you belong, you wouldn’t believe your eyes when you’ll
look at the detailed entries of the diary.”
“I can imagine, you know, I have seen a lot in this facility
too; I’ve been here for a long time too,” she said and tears cascaded
down her eyes, “what these poor children have gone through…
but let us talk of this again some other time. I’d say, time to go
back to work for both of us,” she added and kissed him again
before he started his truck and drove back to the mausoleum.
The working day passed smoothly and when time came
for Anton to leave, he passed by the hospital as he had promised
Dylan and spent half an hour with the Irish man, who appreciated
Anton’s gesture.
“Is this diary yours, Dylan, or you got it from someone
else?” Anton asked him.
“It’s mine.”
“You witnessed all the events narrated in the diary?”
“Yes, of course.”
Hellenic Canadian Literature 