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and
time to forget her entire ordeal.   Unfortunately, he knew that with Sophie, there would be plenty of
questions she needed answered before the healing could begin.
    The cab rolled
up in front of an elegant brownstone and Tony handed the driver a roll of bills
before stepping out.   “You’ll
probably forget all about this fare, don’t you think?”
    The cabbie
looked at the considerable amount of cash and smiled.   “I didn’t pay no attention to the old man I dropped
off.   Come to think of it...I ain’t
exactly sure what block he got out at, neither.”   He stuffed the money in his pocket and got out, ran around
the back to the other side, and opened the door for the gentleman and his lady.
    Tony
appreciated the kindness, as his arms were full of voluptuous woman.   “Thanks, again,” he said, as he carried
a sleeping Sophie up the steps.   Before he could get his keys in the lock, the cab squealed away from the
curb.
    “Where are we?”
Sophie asked without opening her eyes.
    “I’ve brought
you to my home.   I can keep an eye
on you and take care of business, all at the same time.   It’s nice.   I think you’ll like it.”   Tony had lived in that particular house for many years.   He was fortunate that his neighbors
came and went regularly.   They
never took much notice of him, which allowed him the privacy not to age gracefully
or otherwise.   He had decorated the
place himself and took more than a little pride in its décor.   Yes, it was a little outdated.   He knew that, but it was also
comforting to be surrounded by the things he’d gathered over his many years of
existence.   His extremely long life
could be categorized behind its silent walls.
    Sophie forced
her eyes open as they stepped into the spacious foyer, topped with a soaring
ceiling.   Gilded framed portraits
hung on the silk covered walls.   A
crystal chandelier sparkled above their heads and thick Aubusson carpets
covered the well-polished marble floors.
    Sophie was
spellbound.   “You live here?”
    “Yes.   I’ve lived here since I first came to
New York.   It’s served me
well.”   Tony looked around the room
and shrugged his shoulders, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.   At one time, he’d purchased most of the
household items, new.
    “But it’s a
freakin’ museum, Tony.   Are you a
millionaire or something?”   Sophie’s eyes were as large as saucers and her mouth was hanging open in
awe.
    Tony
laughed.   “Yeah, or something.”
    He carried
Sophie through the huge pocket doors and into the formal parlor.   Very gently, he placed her on the sofa
and pulled a lightweight blanket over her.   She was still plainly stunned at seeing the way he lived.
    “You stay here
and rest, and I’ll get you some hot tea.   How does that sound?”
    “A cold coke
sounds better, and then I think we need to talk.”
    Tony nodded and
fled from the room.   What was he to
do?   He hadn’t thought about his
home or his lifestyle being a problem.   Of course, it had been nearly sixty years since he’d invited anyone into
his private life.   He pulled the
tab back on the can and poured it over ice.   If he were lucky, she’d understand.   He’d make her understand.   Tony shook his head, wondering when had
she become that important to him?
    He found some
stale biscuits and placed them on a porcelain saucer next to the crystal goblet
containing an ice-cold coke.   A
pressed, linen napkin lay folded to the side.   A flower would have been nice.   After making a quick check, he decided everything appeared,
as it should.   While carrying the
tray into the parlor, Tony could feel his throat start to close and his palms
becoming wet with sweat.   How much
should he tell her?   He worried.
    He set the tray
down on the priceless enameled side table, flicked open the napkin and placed
it across her lap.   “I hope this
helps,” he fretted.
    The beautiful
woman continued to stare at him.   “Who