by jeremy witherington
part 35 of 36
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as eleanor drove back to the new house, she did not feel at all sleepy.
she decided to work on one of her memoirs when she got back.
the one about her emotional dependency, and her painful relationship with gordon.
her last advisor had suggested that she not make gordon too “cartoonish” a villain, but eleanor had resisted that advice.
now, she thought, maybe i will try it. perhaps make an alternate draft of the book in which the portrait of gordon is softened a little bit.
or, at least, bring out his hatefulness by attempting a more subtle shading than she had before.
it was something to think about.
there was almost no traffic on the road, and she quickly arrived back at the new house .
she parked in the driveway and sat in the car for a few seconds.
at last, she thought, i am finally alone.
as she got out of the car she noticed, not for the first time, just how visible the house and car were from the road. somehow it seemed more obvious at night than in the daylight.
she unlocked the front door and went inside and flipped the light switch beside the door.
the light did not go on.
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