Where the Sun Sets  
            
                                    Chapter 25  

     It wasn't until the wailing of the siren could be heard that Harold had realized
 
he was still sitting alone in the cafeteria.  He glanced down at his watch but it was

pointless.  He had no idea what time it was when he had come in the room, so there was
 
no way for him to know just how long he had been sitting.  Long enough for him to go
 
over every piece of information from the Dal Santo murder his mind would allow. 

     He had let that little girl down.  He had let down her mother.  He was directly

responsible for the death of Juliet and for every rotten thing that had ever happened
 
to Antonia throughout her life.  If only he had sent a car out right away.  If he
 
had, maybe none of this would be happening now.  Harold ran his hands across his

face.  His right hand followed up, allowing his fingers to glide across his hair. 

     The image of her face, as he reached back into the closet to retrieve her.  Her
 
eyes were so large and full of understanding.  They told him everything her

expressionless face did not.  He knew she had witnessed the tragic event.  He knew

she had watched from the very beginning to the bitter end.  He knew as he spoke those
 
simple words, "Everything is all right now." that nothing in her world would ever be
 
all right again.  He literally had to crawl way back into the closet to get her.  He
 
placed his hand out to her but she didn't go for it.  She never moved, just sat,

staring with those big eyes.  She didn't seem frightened.  She didn't seem relieved. 

When he picked her up she never wrapped her arms around his neck or held on to him in
 
any way.  He couldn't read her at all.  The hospital staff said she was probably in
 
shock. 

     He couldn't get her off his mind for days afterwards.  When he had gone back to
 
the hospital to check up on her she had already been assigned to St. Agnes.  They did
 
not recommend his going out there.  They said seeing him might remind her of the bad

images.  He knew she wouldn't need anyone to remind her, that she would never forget
 
what happened in that house. But he respected their wishes and stayed away.  He needed
 
to apologize to Antonia.  He needed to tell her it was his fault her mother died.  He
 
needed to explain why he waited to send out a car. 

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