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The Red Dress

... dishwasher, so go on, go and rest." I didn't need to be told twice. I went upstairs and changed into my pyjamas and robe then went down and sat in my armchair. Philip had already finished in the kitchen and had settled himself in front of the TV. I stayed there for a couple of hours. The television seemed so bright and the sound echoed inside my head and all the time the hammers were pounding away inside my head until I could stand it no more. "Do you mind if I go up now,sweetheart?" It was a question that had only one answer: "My headache is just not going. I'll get some sleep and it should be gone in the morning." "Yes, of course," came the reply, "I'll try not to disturb you when I come up." Once in bed, I set the alarm for the morning and closed my eyes. Thankfully, once I relaxed, the headache began to ease and I drifted off into a deep sleep. I must have slept really well as it seemed like no time at all before the alarm was ringing. My headache hadn't gone at all and the incessant sound of the bell was really annoying. I threw my arm out to stop it but I was stopped by Philip holding my hand and a woman's voice was saying: "Anna, please, wake up!" I opened my eyes but the light hurt them and my head seemed tight and still hurt. "Laura? What...?" I looked around, "What happened? Where am I?" "Oh, Anna, thank goodness, I thought I had lost you." Laura was sitting beside me, holding my hand, her tear stained face looking so relieved. "What do you mean, lost me?" She ...

... looked at me with her moist, beautiful eyes and the tears began to roll down her cheeks. "You had a fit, I didn't know what to do and when you stopped I couldn't wake you. There were still some ambulances at the bomb site and and I got one of them to bring you to the hospital." As she spoke the last few words her mouth began to quiver and she broke down completely, her body racked with sobs. "Laura, I am okay now, everything will be fine." I tried to reassure her and squeezed her hand. "No, Anna, You are not o kay!" she calmed down a little, "The ambulance man said you fitted because you are still bleeding inside your head. They had to get you to hospital before the pressure got too much. They operated urgently but couldn't find where the bleeding was coming from!" "You mean I could die?" Strangely, I felt quite calm. All of a sudden, the prospect of my imminent demise didn't seem to worry me. Laura didn't answer but I could tell from the look on her face and the increased flow of tears from her eyes that this was, indeed, the case. I closed my eyes for a moment, understanding now why my head ached so much and could feel the bandages wound tightly around my head. I looked at her sad face and saw that despite the tears and the fear, she was still so beautiful. "I am not afraid to die, Laura", I squeezed her hand, "I didn't tell anyone but I had a telegram a few days ago. Philip, my husband, was shot down and killed during a raid over Germany so, you see, if I am to die I will be ...