Guinevere Page #7

been good at that.

I mean, wh --

like what? Um --

Are there going to be dancing girls

singing "The International"?

Whatever you like.

Connie, this, uh --

this isn't easy for me.

I mean, two years ago --

even, uh --

even one year ago,

I couldn't have come.

It's taken me four years

to get here.

Do you understand?

I understand, Harper.

It's taken me four years

to get here too.

Okay.

Okay, Connie.

You want me to give you an image?

Here's what I'll do for you.

I'll make it

the Connie special.

You'll find yourself

down in your hallway,

only it's much brighter and cleaner

than you've ever seen it before.

And you feel yourself

starting to float.

And let's see. I don't want you

to be lonely in there, so...

you look to the side, and

there's Linda dancing and smiling...

as you glide past.

Okay, I know it's corny,

but you asked for it,

and I'm here to please.

So you keep floating down your hallway,

and a little further down,

there's Billie.

She's taken her long hair

out of those braids of hers

and she's waving good-bye.

You see?

Dying really isn't so bad.

And you're feeling pretty good

about yourself when Cindy appears.

All is forgiven.

Well, wait a minute.

I think she just said,

"Kiss my ass. "

Now you turn your head

to the left,

and there's the seamstress

you never thought I knew about.

I bet you're picturing her naked.

You're so predictable.

And now you turn your head

to the right, and there I am.

Of course I look

unspeakably beautiful.

"I loved you the best, "

you call out as you pass by me.

And I blow you a kiss.

Now you're almost

at the end of the hallway.

Do you see April?

She's still crying, the poor thing.

Well, we all did that for a while,

but that's another story.

And now you've reached

the end of the hallway.

What do you think

is waiting for you, Connie?

Is it heaven,

or is it hell?

It's a beautiful 1 9-year-old girl

with an overbite.

You know the type,

and she's waiting for you.

And just as you reach your hand out

to touch her cheek,

you see that what she's holding

is a camera.

And as she lifts it

to her face, guess what?

It's your old F-2,

the one you left at the pawn shop

too long and thought was gone forever.

But now

this pretty girl has it,

and she's turning it on you.

"Smile, "she says,

and you do.

And suddenly the flash goes off with

a brilliant white burst of light,

the brightest, purest light

you've ever seen.

And that will be all.

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