Flowers in the Attic (Dollanganger 1) - Page 48

moaned, sobbed, and sought in all ways to make us

aware we weren't safe.

We read so much aloud, sang so much, both Chris

and I grew hoarse and half-sick ourselves from

fatigue. We prayed every night, down on our knees,

asking God to make our twins well again. "Please,

God, give them back to us the way they were." A day came when the coughing eased, and

sleepless eyelids drooped, and eventually closed in

peaceful sleep. The cold, bony hands of death had

reached for our little ones, and was reluctant to let go,

for so tortuously, slowly, the twins drifted back to

health. When they were "well" they were not the same

robust, lively pair. Cory, who had said little before,

now said even less. Carrie, who had adored the sound

of her own constant chatter, now became almost as truculent as Cory. And now that I had the quiet I so often longed for, I wanted back the bird-like chitchat that rattled on incessantly to dolls, trucks, trains, boats, pillows, plants, shoes, dresses, underpants,

toys, puzzles, and games.

I checked her tongue, and it seemed pale, and

white. Fearfully, I straightened to gaze down on two

small faces side by side on one pillow. Why had I

wanted them to grow up and act their proper ages?

This long illness had brought about instant age. It put

dark circles under their large blue eyes, and stole their

healthy color. The high temperatures and the

coughing had left them with a wise look, a sometimes

sly look of the old, the tired, the ones who just lay and

didn't care if the sun came up, or if it went down, and

stayed down. They scared me; their haunted faces

took me into dreams of death.

And all the while the wind kept blowing. Eventually they left their beds and walked about

slowly. Legs once so plump and rosy and able to hop,

Tags: V.C. Andrews Dollanganger Horror
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