brightly colored horses as she came closer to reaching the brass ring.
When she snagged the ring, grasping it tightly between
her fingers, the brass ring was hers and so was Tom!
It was still quiet beside the pool. A quiet voice startled Pamela, “Pardon Mademoiselle.” She jumped. She had a
moment of fear grasp her heart.
He said again, “Pardon.”
Pamela looked up to see the bell captain. She was sur-
prised to see the lights around the patio turned off. She felt uneasy until the captain spoke again.
“You were asleep? Oui?”
Pamela felt warmth in his voice.
“Oui,” she said.
“It is not good for a pretty lady to be alone at night in this part of the city.” He smiled.
Pamela immediately felt his concern for her. She smiled
and thanked him.
She turned to wave to him again as he watched her
enter the hotel lobby safely.
chapter five
Pamela felt shaken. She realized if it
hadn’t been for the concern of the bell captain, she would have been locked out of the hotel for the night. She called Rex, her friend, for consolation. When she told him of the incident by the pool, he was upset.
“I don’t like it Chéri, you must be in a safer place!
Perhaps Mr. Orland didn’t know about your hotel’s loca-
tion?”
“The incident was my fault. I should have been more
careful,” she insisted. “Besides, nothing happened, thanks to the Bell Captain.”
Rex sighed, “Get some rest now and I’ll pick you up
early.”
Pamela felt better after talking to Rex. She realized how 68 __________________Gloria Graham
lonesome she would be without his comforting voice. The
incident had disturbed her.
She couldn’t sleep so she pulled out her list of things she wanted to do in Paris. Rex made sure she saw every interesting spot in Paris. Tomorrow would be no exception.
Her prayers were filled with thank yous! Pamela found
herself confessing her frustration over Jeff.
Tears streamed down her face again. She wanted God’s
help! Now! Patience was not her virtue. She suddenly realized she was saying the wrong words.
“If it be thy will,” she added almost apologetically.
The harder she tried to go to sleep, the wider-awake she
was. “Count sheep,” she advised herself. It didn’t work.
She was overcome with memories again. She began
remembering.
It had been a lovely Friday night when his call came.
Jeff’s voice caused her heart to flutter. “Let’s go somewhere tomorrow,” his soft voice insisted. Pamela thought instantly about their last outing and hesitated.
“Please, I need company,” he begged.
She felt his need and finally agreed.
“Alright, where are we going?” she said sweetly.
“How about a picnic at the beach?”
“Sounds great. Shall I pack a lunch?” she asked.
“Perfect. I’ll be there early.” He sounded excited. Pa-
mela had wondered if he would ever call again, much less
in one short week.
She felt that same old excitement welling up inside
her. She found herself praying again, “God, help me! This man has some kind of power over me. Help me! I can’t
say no.”
A Memory Unchained___________ 69
The morning had gone beautifully. Jeff fished from the
shore and Pamela watched. She loved the salt air and the
crisp breeze off the crashing waves.
“Come on and fish,” he yelled again at Pamela.
“Not me, I hate fish!” she smiled breathing in the fresh
air.
The afternoon slipped by quickly. After their picnic,
Jeff spread the blanket on the sand and lay back gazing
at the sky.
“Full?” she asked.
“Miserable,” he grunted. “You’re some picnic fixer!”
Pamela started cleaning up.
Jeff had been quiet for a time. His eyes followed
Pamela’s every movement.
“You’re staring at me,” she said quietly, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Can’t quite figure you out,” he said still watching
her.
“I’m not that complicated.”
“Tell me about you. I mean the real you, not the always
elegant, beautiful fashion
When she snagged the ring, grasping it tightly between
her fingers, the brass ring was hers and so was Tom!
It was still quiet beside the pool. A quiet voice startled Pamela, “Pardon Mademoiselle.” She jumped. She had a
moment of fear grasp her heart.
He said again, “Pardon.”
Pamela looked up to see the bell captain. She was sur-
prised to see the lights around the patio turned off. She felt uneasy until the captain spoke again.
“You were asleep? Oui?”
Pamela felt warmth in his voice.
“Oui,” she said.
“It is not good for a pretty lady to be alone at night in this part of the city.” He smiled.
Pamela immediately felt his concern for her. She smiled
and thanked him.
She turned to wave to him again as he watched her
enter the hotel lobby safely.
chapter five
Pamela felt shaken. She realized if it
hadn’t been for the concern of the bell captain, she would have been locked out of the hotel for the night. She called Rex, her friend, for consolation. When she told him of the incident by the pool, he was upset.
“I don’t like it Chéri, you must be in a safer place!
Perhaps Mr. Orland didn’t know about your hotel’s loca-
tion?”
“The incident was my fault. I should have been more
careful,” she insisted. “Besides, nothing happened, thanks to the Bell Captain.”
Rex sighed, “Get some rest now and I’ll pick you up
early.”
Pamela felt better after talking to Rex. She realized how 68 __________________Gloria Graham
lonesome she would be without his comforting voice. The
incident had disturbed her.
She couldn’t sleep so she pulled out her list of things she wanted to do in Paris. Rex made sure she saw every interesting spot in Paris. Tomorrow would be no exception.
Her prayers were filled with thank yous! Pamela found
herself confessing her frustration over Jeff.
Tears streamed down her face again. She wanted God’s
help! Now! Patience was not her virtue. She suddenly realized she was saying the wrong words.
“If it be thy will,” she added almost apologetically.
The harder she tried to go to sleep, the wider-awake she
was. “Count sheep,” she advised herself. It didn’t work.
She was overcome with memories again. She began
remembering.
It had been a lovely Friday night when his call came.
Jeff’s voice caused her heart to flutter. “Let’s go somewhere tomorrow,” his soft voice insisted. Pamela thought instantly about their last outing and hesitated.
“Please, I need company,” he begged.
She felt his need and finally agreed.
“Alright, where are we going?” she said sweetly.
“How about a picnic at the beach?”
“Sounds great. Shall I pack a lunch?” she asked.
“Perfect. I’ll be there early.” He sounded excited. Pa-
mela had wondered if he would ever call again, much less
in one short week.
She felt that same old excitement welling up inside
her. She found herself praying again, “God, help me! This man has some kind of power over me. Help me! I can’t
say no.”
A Memory Unchained___________ 69
The morning had gone beautifully. Jeff fished from the
shore and Pamela watched. She loved the salt air and the
crisp breeze off the crashing waves.
“Come on and fish,” he yelled again at Pamela.
“Not me, I hate fish!” she smiled breathing in the fresh
air.
The afternoon slipped by quickly. After their picnic,
Jeff spread the blanket on the sand and lay back gazing
at the sky.
“Full?” she asked.
“Miserable,” he grunted. “You’re some picnic fixer!”
Pamela started cleaning up.
Jeff had been quiet for a time. His eyes followed
Pamela’s every movement.
“You’re staring at me,” she said quietly, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Can’t quite figure you out,” he said still watching
her.
“I’m not that complicated.”
“Tell me about you. I mean the real you, not the always
elegant, beautiful fashion
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