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SYLVIEI’m free! I’m free! I still don’t know or completely understand why, but halfway down the street I burst into a run toward the bus stop. I’m afraid he will come after me or tell me he was only joking. Holt has the worst kind of rich Connecticut humor. Tight jawed and so dry that half the time he has to tell me he’s joking so I know whether or not to laugh.
I am free and that is good…but as soon as I get to the Union Station stop, I pull out the Blackberry 8300 his guard gave me the very first night I reported for dinner duty and check it. There are no new notifications hovering over the background picture of a road to who knows where. And for the first time since Holt met me at the door earlier, my heartbeat begins to decelerate.
He’d acted so strangely tonight. Smiling at me, b
