Chapter 6 Chapter 6 George Patton

rosemary... George Patton, with spectacles hanging down his nose, stared somewhat gravely at the fire. He was almost drunk, feeling self-pitying and sad. What a lovely girl she is.He loves her madly.she knows.But he always felt that she would just laugh at him. Even when he first asked her to marry him, he said it without confidence. Mumbled, like a big fool. "You know, those old women, whenever you--just ask. I know it's bad. You don't even bother to look at me. I've been a big fool. Have a small company. But you must know I I don't think so, don't you, huh? I mean - I'll be here any minute. I know I don't stand a chance, but I figured I'd better mention it."

Rosemary laughed and kissed his forehead at the same time. "You are lovely, George, and I will remember your kindness, but I have no intention of marrying anyone just now." Then he said solemnly: "By the way, spend more time looking at it. It's better to choose." He never had any hope—any real hope. That was why he was so incredulous, so dazed, when Rosemary said she was going to marry him. Of course, she wasn't in love with him.He was quite aware of this.In fact, she admits it herself. "You get it, don't you? I want to feel settled and happy and safe. I should be with you. I'm so tired of being in love. It always goes wrong and then ends in a mess. I like you, George. You're nice and funny and lovable, and you think I'm incomparable, which is what I want."

He answered a bit incorrectly: "The sea is as dry as a rock. We shall be as happy as the king and queen." Well, there's nothing wrong with that either.They are happy.He has always felt inferior.He kept telling himself that there was bound to be a rock between them.Rosemary would not be content with a husband as dull and mediocre as he was.There must be an "event" happening!He honed himself to accept—the "event"!He'll convince himself they won't last!Rosemary would definitely come back to him again.Once he allows himself to accept this view, then all is well.

Because she likes him.Her affection for him was constant.This feeling is separate and independent from her flirting and love. He honed himself to accept those things.Those things were inevitable, he told himself, because of Rosemary's extraordinary beauty and keenness of feeling.What he didn't expect was his own reaction. Flirting with younger men and such was fine, but when he first got a glimpse of "serious stuff"— He knew it soon, from her strange feeling.The increasingly excited emotions, the deliberately dressed beauty, and the extraordinary splendor exuded from the whole body.Then everything his intuition told him was borne out by ugly concrete facts.

One day when he walked into her living room, she instinctively covered the letter she was writing with her hands.He knew then.She was writing to her lover. Not long after she walked out, he went over to pick up the blotting paper.She took the letter out, but the writing on the blotting paper was still legible.He puts the blotter on the glass - sees Rosemary scrawled: "My beloved..." His blood boiled.He felt that the feeling at that time was the same as that of Othello (the protagonist of Shakespeare's famous play).Sensible solution?Pooh!He really wanted to strangle her to death!He really wanted to kill that kid.Who is that kid?That kid named Browne?Or Stephen Farrelly?Both of them often winked and glanced at her.He looked at his own face reflected in the glass.His eyes were bloodshot.He looked as if he was about to pass out.

George Patton let the cup slip from his hand as he remembered that moment.He felt again the urge to strangle someone.The blood flowed backwards all over the body.Even now— He tried his best to get rid of the memory.Don't think about these again.That's over -- it's over.He didn't want to experience that pain again.Rosemary is dead.Dead and rested, he too was at peace.no more suffering... It's ridiculous, to think that her death has only this meaning for him: to be quiet... He never told Ruth any of this.Good girl, Ruth.She has a lot of brains.Really, he didn't know what to do without her.She helps him, sympathizes with him, and never hints at a "sexual aspect".Doesn't drive men crazy like Rosemary...

Rosemary... Rosemary sat at the round table in the dining room.The cheeks after the illness were a little thinner—a little weaker—but pretty, very pretty.And only an hour later. No, he doesn't want to.not now.his plan.He has to think about his plan. First, he had to talk to Race.He was going to show the letter to Race.What will Reese say about these letters?Iris was petrified.She obviously didn't think of it at all. Well, now it's up to him to take control of the situation.He has everything planned.that plan.All arranged.date.Place. November 2nd, All Souls' Day.That's a good idea.Luxembourg restaurants, of course.He will try to get the same table as possible.

Also, the same guest.Anthony Browns, Stephen Farreddy, Cinderella Farreddy.Then, of course, Ruth, Iris, and himself.And, as an extra guest, he's going to invite Reese.Reese was supposed to participate last time. There will then be a place vacant. That would be great! So dramatic! A repeat of the crime. Well, not really a reenactment... His thoughts swung back to... Rosemary's birthday... Rosemary, sprawled on the table--dead...