Anna's Decision

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t the age of twenty-four. Just six years older than me, my beloved. And damn cancer killed him. Why? I don’t know. It was different with Monica, my girlfriend. She never wanted to tell anyone we

ded. Tired of love and not willing to lose our stupid self-pride. And only not to recognise that you’re hiding your true feelings. All this bei

myself. Mr. Radcliffe, the owner, was a chubby man with a peculiar high-pitched voice. As soon as I arrived at his home, he introduced me to his little son Roy, and told me that I had to teach him math and Spanish. I was fairly fluent, as I had practised a

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All under the jealous look of his sister Beth, who saw my as a threatening

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distract my brother, will

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her guests here, an

xplain yourself, but I simply shut up

Mr. Radcliffe said he was happy with the way I taught Roy. I thanked him and admitted the kid was very intelligent, but ag

and had a great time there. We spent three hours seeing everything. In Dublinia, you can dress up as a real viking, t

ings didn’t use to wear horns?’, I asked Jack. ‘No, probably not. It seems that horned helmets are an addition of Scandinavian artist

ement park in Drogheda, another county. We rode in water s

I was aware that it was only a temporary escape. The following

other and ignored me. The good thing was that I chose a subject on Samuel Beckett, a playwright who wrote about the agony of being human. When the teacher told us about

labus, though, I was busier than ever. But I lost my concentration when Beth r

oke to myself, cried and laughed for no reason and often had nightmares about my deceased brother. I dreamt about being in class and finding out that the boy sitt

learn respect! You’re only

her, but it didn’t work. “I

d a big quarrel with Jack, who u

ways have t

hate

n theatre and books, of which Jack could tell a bit, despite also having a scientific mind. So when the storm passed, we went to Phoenix Park a

learn all this?

nly cover a bit of it.

entioned being widow, but ha

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king, as I’d asked

t my business.

But what does it matter if you just want

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led my br

ad it not been for the was I felt when I looked him in the eyes. It was li

,’ he fina

my neck and we devoured each other, ignoring the passerbies, who would feel envy of two young people necking and touching mutually. However, after a few minutes, Monica came to my mind. That stupid