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NAHILIOLANI

Nahiliolani

  By Ramon Kwok  

Oct 27, 2000

 5,660 words

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            Wayland  sat slumped on the soft sofa. Across the darkened  room lay Nahiliolani naked on the bed.  The room flashed into brightness each time the hotel sign blinked on, then plunged it into darkness when it blinked off. Rooms for rent. Rooms for rent.  The pulsating light kept in synchronization with the rhythmic breathing of  the girl on the bed.  The rise and fall of her breast were a sign of peace and deep, deep sleep.  The rain storm outside caused the only sound as the wind blew the raindrops onto the window like a staccato of rapid fired bullets.  There would be a pause in the wind and the sound of muffled street noise drifted up into the room.

            Wayland stared at the form lying on the bed. He had known her all her life.  What a beautiful child she was then. Alive, robust full of what life had to offer. Her future was a certainty. Good schools and the promise of a college education.  Now her body racked with pain, helpless to right a terrible wrong.  The results of  only a few years of drug abuse.  Wayland, sat with tears in his eyes, knowing what he must do.  His mind wandering back to a happier time.

           

Nahiliolani, her dark skin showing the Hawaiian heritage she inherited from her Mother Eolani.  She did not show any of Wayland’s Scandinavian side at all.  If anything she did inherit his height. She was tall, even when she was a child.  Now at thirteen, she stood over five feet and still growing.  She was starting to develop at ten and now at the age of thirteen she had the figure of a young woman.  Her dark complexion, radiant smile and effervescence, was a photographers dream.  She started posing for children’s magazines at six. She became a teen model before she was a teenager.  At age of thirteen, Nahiliolani was at a crucial crossroad. Continue on the glamorous course of Modeling and possibly a movie actress.  Or she could stay in school and pursue an academic career.  She was that rare personality that had beauty and intelligence. Most teenagers’ would be blessed to have those choices in later life, not at thirteen.  Fortunately or possibly unfortunately, Wayland and Eolani made the decision for her.  Her schooling came first and after College she could pursue anything she wanted. 

 

How does a teenager get into a wrong crowd.  It’s easy if you are ignorant of the signs.  Most tragic are the parents who ignore the signs and believe their child can do no wrong.  It starts From a very attentive student to one who shuns her homework.  Those fun conversations at the dinner table turn into a forum of complaint.  The interest of what they are doing and the information of what they are interested in is non existent.  It is a slow process.  No more conversations about school. Suddenly all the teachers are stupid and don’t know what they  are talking about.  When once the kitchen table was full of papers and homework, became bare, with not even the remotest sign of a pencil.  Some times you can see the pattern. Coming home late and waking up late.  Time, is not a period of doing something constructive, but to pass the day.  Eating habits do change over a persons life. That is understandable. Drastic change is not healthy.  Proper foods and the ability to be conscious of what we eat are now replaced with junk food and anything that is fast.  Attitudes change.  They become thrill seekers. Tempers are on edge and minor occurrences can trigger a tantrum.  Not just a small child’s temper tantrum but a violent outburst of  venom.

 

Eolani and Wayland were like most parents. They were blind to the signs  that something is wrong.  Those terrible scenes were a cry for help. Not understood and were ignored until too late.  “Where is your homework,” Eolani asked.  “I did it at school,” Nahiliolani would reply.  The tension increases as the days go by with less and less  home work. Accusation of not being more attentive to school work. Too much emphases in parties, loud music and being cool. The total rejection of authority.  Life and the future only centers on a good time and how outrageous one can be.  The slow process of the odd experiment in pot.  What’s so wrong in a couple of puffs or two, or three, or four.  Adults do it all the time in social drinking.  Look how much fun they had getting drunk and making fools of themselves.  This is how all alcoholic’s and drug abuser’s rationalize their addiction.  Nahiliolani is no different, She graduated into the more serious drugs early.  The more she did the more she could hurt her parents for denying her a future in modeling.

           

Nahiliolani,  why don’t you stay home tonight and we can talk,” asked Eolani.  “Your Dad and I are very worried about you and how your health is deteriorating.”

 

It was a long night after dinner.  Wayland and Eolani looked at their daughter and almost did not recognize her.  It started with  drinking water by the glass full.  Her quick eyes darting from one side of the room to the next.  Her dinner wasn’t touched and the conversation was almost nonexistent.  Questions were answered in short two word sentences. And the constant denial.

 

Wayland and Eolani soon found out Nahiliolani was not going to school.  She had missed most of the semester so far and would not have enough credits to pass.  She was involved with a photographer who was going to put her in fashion magazines.  He owned a night club and was very prosperous. 

 

Then the shaking started Nahiliolani needed a sweater because she was cold and shivering.  Eolani asked her to lie down on the sofa until she could get warm. She turned the heat up and placed an extra blanket over her.  Wayland and Eolani went back to the kitchen to do the dishes. 

 

Eolani sat at the kitchen table and buried her face in her hands and sobbed. 

Wayland came over and tried to comfort his wife asking her what has happened to their little girl.  Eolani looked up and took some photos from her apron pocket and laid them on the table. “I found these in her room. This is what our girl has been doing instead of going to school.”  Lying on the table were pictures of Nahiliolani naked and in the most provocative and seductive poses imaginable.  Sex acts, multiple partner sex acts, oral sex.  They are being sold to  the major Porno sites on  the Internet.  She is one of thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of adult pictures available on the web sites. 

“How do you know all this ,” asked Wayland.

“I checked with people and found this night club she works at is really a strip joint,”  explained Eolani.

 

Wayland was shocked. He just couldn’t bring himself to think of his little girl involved in this sort of  activity.  Wayland just sat there not knowing what to do.  He felt anger and disappointment in Nahiliolani.  He asked the same question all parents ask “what did we do wrong.”

 

Eolani went into the living room to check on Nahiliolani. She came back and informed Wayland Nahiliolani was gone.  Wayland ran outside to see if he could see her on the street, but she was no where in sight.  Coming back into the house he saw Eolani on the phone.  “Who are you calling,’ he asked.

 

Eolani did not answer.  She was intent on listening to the voice on the other end of the line.  Her face became more solemn as tears weld up into her eyes.  She gently replaced the phone, sat down, covered her face and sobbed.  Wayland came over to comfort her asking her what it was that got her so upset.

 

That was Nick Strange, the owner of the night club,” she explained.  “Nahiliolani has been working there for the past year.  She has a serious drug problem and owes him $5,000 for her addiction.  She picks up men and turns tricks to pay for her addiction but her addiction is more than she can earn.  If she does not settle her account with him, he will have to take more permanent measures. My God Wayland our daughter is a prostitute.  I’m afraid for her life.”   Wayland took his wife in his arms and said, “I’ll look after it.”

 

Wayland has never been in a night club, let alone a strip joint. He was totally naive when he entered the club. His watched read 9:00 P.M. they had only been open for an hour. Nahiliolani was nowhere in sight.  He picked a table in the corner and sat down.  A waitress soon came around and asked what he would like to drink.  “Nothing,” he told her .The club was starting to fill up with customers.  The hours past and Nahiliolani had not showed up yet.  Soon a very large man came over and asked Wayland what he was  doing here and if he did not want to drink he would have to leave.  Wayland asked to see the Nick Strange the owner.  “I am the owner,” said Nick Strange.

           

Nick Strange is a pimp.  He looks like a pimp and smells like a pimp.  With his long black hair tied in a pony tail, all the rings on his fingers, gives the locals a sense he is loaded.  Underneath all the glitter there is a formidable body.  His face showed the signs of too much alcohol and narcotics. His nose was out of alignment from too many right crosses. It was his eyes that you notice. You can tell they were eyes that consumed a vast amount of street knowledge.  He is not a man to be trusted, nor turn your back on.  He is a predator and you are in his jungle.

Wayland asked if he knew Nahiliolani and described her to him.  “Yeah I know her she’s into me for Five G’s, he said. “The way she is working, she will never pay it back.”

            “Look I’m here to pay back what she owes and you are not to let her work here any more is that agreed?” said Wayland.

            “Fine with me ,” said Nick.  Nick didn’t care who paid him.

           

Wayland counted out five thousand dollars cash. It was last night receipts from his furniture store.  The owner left and Wayland waited for Nahiliolani to show up.

After an hour and several cups of coffee the owner allowed him, Nahiliolani showed up with a man on her arm.  They sat down and ordered a drinks.  The owner came over to Wayland and said he did not want trouble in the club. If he was to do anything it had to be outside when they leave.  From where Wayland sat he could see Nahiliolani was not herself.  Very gregarious and flirtatious.  After a couple of drinks they got up to leave.  Wayland followed them out.  He caught up to them just before Nahiliolani was getting into the car.  He grabbed her arm spun her around and said, “come on home Pumpkin I paid your debt to Nick, now you don’t have to do this any more.”

           

Nahiliolani shoved Wayland back shouting,  “who the hell are you creep.”

Her customer came around and held Wetlands’ arms back.  Nahiliolani kicked at Wayland, started to beat him with her purse.  There was no recognition of who she was beating. Her customer threw Wayland down onto the sidewalk and for good measure kicked him in the groin. Wayland doubled up with pain, rolled from side to side to avoid any more kicks.  He could see them getting into the car. In desperation he shouted out “Mopsy won’t like you.”  For an instant Nahiliolani’s eyes show some recognition, then she was gone. 

 

            Wayland avoided violence all his life. Being beaten up was an experience he would sooner avoid.  His body ached al over and the pain he suffered from his groin was excruciating.  He could only lay there on the sidewalk, unable to get up.  His face was bleeding from the scratches Nahiliolani inflicted on him.  The pain on his face, legs and groin could not surpass the pain he felt in his heart.  He curled up in a fetal position and then lost his control of his bladder.  He fought the possibility of passing out when two large hands picked him up and half carried him back into the Club. It was Nick Strange.

           

You can always tell the caliber of a night spot by its restrooms.  The more sleazier ones have that smell of urine that permeates throughout the room.  It hangs like an invisible cloud settling onto any object or person passing through. It penetrates into the very fibers of your clothes.  This was one of the worst.  Between the smell in the room and the pain, Wayland felt sick to his stomach.  He just managed to get his head in the toilet bowl when his stomach erupted with its contents, adding the smell of vomit to the room. 

           

Nick guided him to the single sink in the room.  Above the sink was a cracked mirror and the image reflected back to Wayland almost made him throw up again.  The scratches in his face were superficial and stopped bleeding.  His eyes were beginning to puff up.

            “You better clean up before you leave,” said Nick.  “Who are you anyway? And what are you to Nahli?

            “I’m her father ,” said Wayland.

 

This surprised Nick as he thought Wayland, was just another John.  “Look Mr.,”  said Nick.  “I don’t want any trouble.  As far as I’m concerned, she and I are square and she’s banned from the Club. From now on she can prowl some other club. 

           

Wayland is far from being a violent man but at that very moment he wanted to kill the man in front of him.  All he could see was a despicable predator preying on innocent young girls with stars in their eyes.  Offering free drugs to get them hooked and then use the addiction to use them any way they feel is profitable. Not surrendering to the  anger welling up, Wayland pushed past Nick and stumbled out  onto the street.   Once on the street he took several deep breaths of air, trying desperately to erase the stench of the restroom.  He managed to find his car and drove home.

           

Eolani was in a state of shock when Wayland walked into the house. She almost screamed when she saw his face and the condition of his clothes.  Wayland saw the questions that were in Eolani’s eyes.  He told her to make some tea and after he had showered and cleaned up he would tell her what happened.

           

Nahiliolani never came home that night.  Nor did she come home the next five nights.  It wasn’t until more than a week had past when they heard from Nahiliolani.  More to the point of Nahiliolani. . .

 

A gust of wind caused the window in the Hotel to rattle, startling Wayland awake. It was a troubled sleep. One of desperation and depression.  One of lost causes and the end is near.  He stood by the window and watched the storm increase, blowing rain with a force against the window it drowned out  the sound of the street.  Below  him he saw the masses of umbrellas moving like a battalion of ants.  A gust of wind would blow an umbrella inside out revealing a frantic ant trying desperately to fix the now useless umbrella. Each following a life, a future, a destiny. in the room where Wayland stood there was only pain, suffering. desperation, depression and closure.  Nahiliolani moaned and Wayland rushed to her side.  “How are you feeling Pumpkin?” said Wayland, pulling the blankets up over her naked body. 

“I’m real thirsty .”

“I’ll get you some water,” said Wayland.  “The restrooms are down the hall. Are you hungry?  I can get some chicken or a hamburger.  I’ll only be a minute.  Try and get some more sleep. 

 

Wayland took two large plastic pop containers to the one wash room that supplied the whole floor.  There was no sink or toilet in the room.  Wayland filled one with hot water and the other with cold.  Nahiliolani was lying on the bed when Wayland came in.  He poured some hot water into a face pan and Nahiliolani used a small face cloth to wash up a little.  She then took a bottle of Boric Acid and poured some into  the face pan.  Took the same cloth and soaked it in the solution, squeezed some of the liquid out and with the damp cloth dabbed the acid on the sores that were breaking out on her body. She was starting to shake again and was spilling the water. Wayland ran over and took the pan away before it fell to the floor.  She laid back onto the bed and Wayland finished dabbing the sores.  “Do you think you could eat something?”   asked Wayland.  Nahiliolani just curled up on the bed and shook her head. 

 

Wayland could see it was starting again.  The pain, the ache, the soreness over her entire body.  She started to shiver slowly at first, then there were the convulsions.  With an empty stomach nothing came up but bile.  Wayland covered her with an extra blanket  and asked her if it was time.  Nahiliolani nodded her head, her eyes sunk in with a desperate plea to  help her end her pain. 

 

Wayland went to a small table and took the plastic bag over to the bed. In the bag were a hypodermic needle, a large rubber hose, spoon and some matches.  Also in the bag were several small plastic packages.  Nahiliolani showed Wayland how to dissolve the powder in the spoon by lighting a match and holding it underneath the spoon.  A tiny amount of water is used to liquefy the solution.  The solution was then drawn into the hypodermic needle.   The rubber hose was tied to Nahiliolani’s  upper arm .  The pressure built up to reveal a vein.  With the needle,  Wayland, slowly pierced the vein deep enough to empty the solution into the frail body of Nahiliolani.  Wayland removed the hypodermic needle and rubber hose from her arm, cleaned the needle.  Nahiliolani placed her finger on the needle hole and applied pressure, then settled back on to the bed.  Wayland gathered up all the paraphernalia put it back into the plastic bag and set in  on the table.  He returned to the sofa and sat down.  With his hand holding back the tears he watched as  Nahiliolani drifted into that painless void of an addict.  Not knowing, nor caring or thinking, just existing, like a watered plant. . . .

 

Wayland was just on his way to work when the door bell rang.  Standing in the doorway were two policemen.  “Are you Mr. Neilson, Mr. Wayland Neilson?”  asked one of the policemen.  “Yes I am,”  said Wayland. “What can I do for you?”

 

We have a young girl in emergency suffering from a drug overdose,”  he said. “The only identification she had was this card “Wayland Furniture”  Could you come down and identify this girl.  I understand you have a daughter and I’m not suggesting this is she, but we would appreciate it if you would come to the hospital for a few minutes.”

“Of course,”  said Wayland.

 

Eolani was way ahead of them. She had her coat on and insisted on accompanying her husband.  The ride to the hospital was in silence.  The policeman in front could see the apprehension and hope in their eyes and remained silent.  They have seen this scene a hundred times and knew no amount of conversation could ease the strain. It’s the fear of the unknown. They sat in the waiting room for thirty minutes for the doctor to arrive.  A Dr. Tucker came in and showed them to a room.  Eolani rushed up and immediately identified Nahiliolani.  She was sleeping with an IV in her arm.

 

The Doctor took Wayland aside. He turned to the two policemen and said he will send them all the details for their report and they left.  The  Doctor told Wayland his daughter is a very sick girl.  He has treated people with serious drug problems but he has never seen one this serious especially for a girl this young.  He estimated her age as 16 or 17 and was surprised when Wayland told him she was only 15 years old.  He told Wayland Nahiliolani has tried every drug on the street.  The analysis in her urine and blood show major dosage of Cocaine, Crack, Amphetamines,  traces of alcohol and the marks on her arm indicate an addiction to Heroin.  There is an absence of protein calcium and most of the proper food substances.  This has caused a break down of her body organs. They need food to function, not poison.  There are signs of  a new drug called Ecstasy, this drug affects the brain. She also tested positive for HIV.  His prognosis is dim.  Once she regains consciousness her body will be screaming for more drugs.  She must be placed in a Sanitarium under constant care.

 

Wayland asked if she could be cured and the Doctor said no.  He asked how long will she be in the Sanitarium.  The Doctor said until she dies.  Wayland fell back into a chair and hung his head.  Eolani came over and held him tight. The doctor told them to stay as long as you like but Nahiliolani has so much sedation in her she will be asleep for most of the night and probably late in the morning. He left them to be alone. Wayland and Eolani sat beside the bed and looked at their daughter.  They never said a word, just wept and prayed.

 

After an hour a nurse came in and told them they are closing the floor down for the night.  Nahiliolani will be fine. She is sleeping now and will be more receptive tomorrow.  Wayland and Eolani decided to go home and come back early the next morning. They can bring some clothes for her and decide on what to do.

 

On the way home in a taxi Wayland and Eolani held each other. Wayland paid the cab driver and went into the house.  Eolani had already put the kettle on for tea.  By the time Wayland hung up his coat checked the thermostat, Eolani had a steaming cup of Pekoe ready for him.

“What do you think about the Sanitarium?”  Asked Wayland. 

“What other choice do we have,” said Eolani.

“She will die in there,” said Wayland.  “It may be a week, a year, or even longer.  There is no guarantee how long she will last.  No matter how long it takes she will never get better. The Aids virus has seriously affected her immune system any slight ailment could be fatal. She will have to be on medication for the whole time she is in the sanitarium.  Honey lets go to bed I have this immense feeling of guilt welling up and I don’t know what to do.  We will see her in the morning.  Maybe the Doctor will have some good news tomorrow.”

 

The hospital was a buzz of activity compared to the night before.  They saw Doctor Tucker walk towards them.  He asked them to accompany him to his office.

“What’s happened?”  They demanded.  “Is Nahiliolani alright?”

 

The Doctor was very concerned and told them that Nahiliolani is gone.  Eolani gave a high scream and clutched onto Wayland’s arm.  He hastens to explain not deceased but left the hospital when no one was watching.  The nurse on duty only realized she was gone early this morning.  She went to wake her to take her temperature and found pillows under the blankets.  At first they thought she had just wandered about the hospital and got lost.  The whole hospital is on alert  and a search is being conducted.  His beeper went off and he apologized, as he was due in O.R. right away.  He told Wayland and Eolani to go home and wait for a call from the police.  It’s illegal for any patient to leave the hospital without a Doctors signed discharge. 

 

The police came and took a description of Nahiliolani and a photograph.  “Do you think you can find her,” asked Eolani.  One of the officers  explained that it was difficult to find some of these girls for the simple reason they don’t  want to be found.  “There is a code of silence in the drug world.  They rationalize that it’s their body they are destroying and why should anyone care.  They fall into a pool of misery and drugs give them a short sensation of elation.  When the drug wears off they find themselves back in that pool of misery again and the cycle repeats. I apologized for being frank but statistic will bear me out.  Ninety-five percent who kick the habit return with-in a year.  We literally get dozens of cases each month of missing young girls and over doses.  We can’t keep up with the backlog.”
           

It was five o’clock and there was no word from Eolani or the police.   Wayland had his employees leave for the day and he was ready to close up the store.  He locked the doors and left some lights on in the store.  It was always better to have some lights on than a darken store.  He went back to his office and called Eolani.   She had no news of Nahiliolani’s whereabouts.  She also phoned the police station and they have had no success in finding her.  He told her to trust him and he will be late coming home and not to worry.  There was something he had to do and he didn’t know how long it will take. He told her to phone the police and tell them Nahiliolani has come home and is placed in a sanitarium. He would explain later.

 

Wayland left a note to his manager to look after the store for two weeks as he and his wife will be away.  He took the cash receipts for that day .  He opened the safe and took out a revolver, made sure it was loaded and put it in his coat.  He drove across town, parked his car and waited. It started to rain and the forecast on the car radio  called for high winds and heavy rain for the next four days.  He was early but so was Nick.  Nick had to open the club before his girls arrived.  Wayland got out of his car and tried to time it so he was beside Nick when he opened the door.  Nick never even noticed Wayland come up behind him.  He did feel the gun in his back.  With one hand on Nick’s collar and the gun pressed in his back Wayland pushed him into the Club.  He told Nick to turn some lights on. When the Clubs lights came on Wayland told Nick to sit down at one of the tables.

 

Relax,” said Wayland.  “I’m not here to rob you. I only want some information.  I should shoot you where you sit right now for what you are and what you do to people.  It will depend on how accurate you are.  If you tell the truth you will never see me again.  If your information is wrong I will come back and kill you.  Now, I’m looking for Nahiliolani and I know you know where I can find her.”

“What makes you think I know where she is,” said Nick.  “I told you I kicked her out the last time you--.”  Nick paused in mid sentence when he heard the click of the gun being cocked.

“I’d just as soon as shoot you now, I have nothing to lose. You know where she takes her Johns,” said Wayland.

“Okay, okay,” said Nick.  “Take it easy.  She has a room at the star Hotel a block from here.  It’s a three story building that just rents rooms.  Mostly by the hour.  Nahli has a deal with the owner to keep a room for her on the third floor, number 12.  She doesn’t live there. She only uses it for johns and a place to shoot up.  It’s a place where you don’t register.  The desk clerk is conveniently blind to who comes and goes.”

 

Wayland took out one thousand dollars and asked Nick how many heroin bags that would buy . Before Nick could deny being a pusher he saw Wayland’s hand tighten on the gun.  Nick got up and went to the bar, came back with 10 plastic bags containing a white substance.  Wayland got up and pointed the gun at Nick.  Nick shut his eyes and braced himself for the impact. None came and he opened  his eyes.  “Remember,” said Wayland.  “If you are telling the truth you will never see me again. Are you?”  Nick could only nod.

 

It wasn’t hard for Wayland to find the Star Hotel.  Nor was it difficult to walk up to the third floor without being seen.  The desk clerk had a small TV and was too interested in his program to notice anyone.  The third floor had one light in the hall.  The low wattage of the bulb was only sufficient to light the area directly below it. The rest of the hall was in semi darkness.  Wayland looked at the number on the doors.  If they were correct, number twelve would be at the end of the hall.  He cautiously moved in that direction. Just as he got within ten feet ,the door opened and a man came out.  Wayland turned and made like he was fumbling with his key to another room.  The man walked past, taking no notice and went down stairs. 

 

Wayland knock on the door and heard a muffled voice. “Who is it?”  Wayland said,  “Mopsy won’t like it if you don’t let me in.  The door opened.  Wayland stepped in.  “Daddy,” said Nahiliolani.  “How did you find me?”  She was naked and stepped back, fell onto the bed and passed out.  Wayland closed the door and sat on the sofa.

 

It was now past midnight and Wayland had been there since 8:00 P.M. A lot happened in those 4 hours.  Nahiliolani woke up and seemed to recognize her father then she would forget who he was.  One time she woke and said how sorry she was for making her parents so unhappy. She recalled a man calling out the name, “Mopsy”  her favorite doll and realized later it was her father she was beating up. The thought of what she had done depressed her even more. She sought refuge in a double fix which resulted in an over dose and her visit to the hospital. The next time she would blame her parents for all her problems.  Her body has built up a tolerance to Heroin and it wore off faster each time.  She shot up in front of Wayland, even showed him how to administer a fix. Each time Wayland would increase the dosage from the stuff he bought from Nick. She would drift in and out of her daze.  Sometimes showing a little recognition but they were fleeting.  He was just another John shooting up with her. 

  It came hours later.  Her breathing became very erratic. She was unconscious most of the time now.  Wayland took the rest of the bags and made a solution.  He filled the hypodermic needle full and administered it into her arm.  He filled it again and repeated the procedure. 

 

        All the while Wayland told Nahiliolani how much he loved her.  This is the only way he knew how to end her pain.  The way most addicts end, with an over dose.  That’s how Nahiliolani will end another over dose statistic. No one to mourn their passing.  Her breathing became more erratic. Her lungs drew breath less often.  Her organs will begin to shut down.  It was 6:00 A.M. and still dark outside.  The storm had subsided and the rain became a calm drizzle.  The “For Rent “ sign still flashed rhythmically, Except , Nahiliolani’s  chest did not keep pace. There is a sereneness in death. There is an aura of peace, and free of pain.  Nahiliolani slipped away and she  was still.  Wayland took  anything that could identify her and opened the door. He paused looked back at the figure lying on the bed.  “Good Bye Pumpkin I love you,” He said. Then slowly closed the door.

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