Victors brows shot up in alarm, and he gave a small gasp when the driver made his remarks to Henry. ?After Rena had made her comment about the night being fortunate, Victor followed up with¡ Then again, every night and every day are in and of themselves, their own reasons for celebration, simply because¡ They appeared. ?Sometimes, he continued, the contents of the?days and nights are not always celebratory, but the chance to be alive, the privilege of living yet another day, is indeed pause to be most grateful. ?He also frowned with concern, but said nothing as Rena held more tightly to Henry; he had seen just enough of the discontented side of Henry to know that he did not want to see anymore. ?Besides, he thought to himself, she has made her choice, and is no longer my concern, save for the concern that I would show to any friend. ?His concern at the moment was staying awake long enough to get home, and into bed. ? How he wished more than ever that his Elizabeth was with him now, to share that bed. ?He thought to himself that¡ He might not even make an appearance at the lab tomorrow, seeing as how his ?Elizabeth had rewarded all his efforts thus far with only flopping, flailing arm and leg movements. ?Although Rena might have thought her a prude, Victor reflected on what a fine example and contrast she would've been, sitting in her proper place beside him, perhaps holding his hand, or placing an occasional arm around him, but not throwing herself at him, as Rena had done with Henry. ?He found his thoughts once more straying too Leti; she was certainly pretty enough, but, he wondered if he really should be entertaining thoughts of knowing her better, while he was still so desperately working to bring his Elizabeth back to life. ?Should he really be working so hard to bring back the dead, when there were so many living, breathing, lovely women around him? ?He was increasingly forced to face the grim reality?that, with each passing day, it was looking less and less probable that he would ever make her live again. ?He thought of trying to create another Elizabeth, then quickly slammed the lid shut on that mental coffin of thought. ?I might spend a lifetime, and still not make her the way she was; likely all?I would end up creating is another monster, he told himself. ?He decided to wait until the time was right and then, perhaps, try his luck with the barmaid; perhaps, by discreetly watching Henry, he might learn how to exude that silent, but irresistible charm, that Drew women to him.?? ??
God loves you.
Kat