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SIX MONTHS LATER.

After their reunion Michael and Angela decided that they would live apart in their own apartments so that they wouldn't get too much distracted from their studies and to be together in the weekends only. Meanwhile Michael had graduated and had gained a job as a psychologist.

In the last week of November Angela woke up in the middle of the night with a nasty feeling in the lower part of her belly. She noticed that she was lying in a puddle and when she switched on her bedlamp she realized horrified that it was blood. Her own blood! Startled she called Cindy, her roommate, who immediately warned the caretaker on duty.

Mrs. Smith rushed in to look at Angela and went to the phone to ask for an ambulance. Then she called Angela's parents, George and Brenda, and Michael.

Michael arrived at the St. Elizabeth hospital soon after George and Brenda. Angela had got a tranquillizer and was lying limp and very pale in a snow-white bed.

"They are going to take it away from me," she said resigned and added: "Marriage is no longer necessary."

Michael kissed her: "We'll discuss that later, honey."

Two orderlies came to carry her to the operating-theatre and as soon as she had gone Brenda asked Michael: "Don't you want to marry her any more?"

"Oh, I do but is not me to decide, Angela has to do that. You know that I love your daughter but she agreed to to our marriage to give her child a father."

"You are a good man, Michael. I would really be sorry if you shouldn't become our son-in-law. Isn't that so, George?"

"It sure is."

"Well, we shouldn't urge her, she'll have a rough time and she has a lot to think about. Give her time."

"You are a psychologist," Gerge said, "So we leave it to you."


Before Angela was allowed to leave the hospital Michael spoke to her. Angela was apathetic, sad and depressive.

"It's only a few weeks to the Christmas holidays. Go for recovery to the home of your parents. They can take care of you."

Angela agreed. But she didn't feel at ease in this well-known environment. The protective attitude of her mother gave her a feeling of suffocation and irritated her.

"I want to be alone for some time," she announced, "but not on a lonely place."

She asked her father to rent a room in the city. She felt better in the midst of people which she didn't know.

Though her hair had grown somewhat as she hadn't more been shaved since her miscarriage it still was brutally short and Angela noticed that people were staring at her. Normally she wouldn't give it attention but in her unstable mental condition she couldn't cope with attracting too much interest and therefore she had bought a wig which made it easier for her to visit lunchrooms, restaurants, expositions, galleries, theatres and cinema's. Being on her own she sometimes was approached by men but she remained aloof. Only Michael was allowed to visit her.

One night Michael took her out for dinner and when he brought her back to her room Angela said: "I want you to stay, Michael and make love to me."

"Darling, I don't think this to be a good idea. You are not yet ready for it. You have enjoyed a fine dinner with a few glasses of wine and you are in high moods now but I'm afraid that you would regret afterwards having done something that could set you back. First you should find back your real self."

Angela was disappointed and didn't understand why lovemaking with her lover could harm her. But Michael remained adamant and Angela had to give in.When Michael had gone she stayed behind in disarray. She got angry and did something foolish. She tarted up herself, went to a nightclub, got tipsy, let herself pick up by a man and went with him to his home.

While they were cuddling on a couch Angela' wig shove aside but this didn't startle him. On the contrary, it excited him and he wanted to know why she had such extremely short hair. Giggling Angela told him the story: how Matt on that Saturday afternoon had tied her to a chair and had shaved her bald.

The next morning she hated herself. Full of aversion she fled out of the house with her host still asleep. She forgot her wig and back in her room she looked in the mirror. Her hair had grown to a length of about 3/4 inch.

'I look like a hedgehog,' she thought. A few blocks away from her room she had seen a trendy beautysalon, called "Bizarre". She made a phonecall and got an appointment in the afternoon.

"Ah mademoiselle, your hair is very short," Francois, the French proprietor, croon

ed, "too short for extensions."

"I know but what can you do to make me look a little nicer?"

"Ah, you are young and when you are a bit audicious, only a bit, the length of your hair could be made fit for geometrical figures. Or characters, your initials for instance.

Angela pondered: 'Initials, hmm, AM? Angela Mc Cauley? Or Angela and Michael.'

"How about a name? Michael?" she asked.

"Michael? Too many letters. Four or five is ideal, no more. But Mike, could you agree with that?"

 "Yes, that would be fine."

Angela had been thinking a lot about the events of last night. She felt ashamed and angry with herself. How could she have let herself behave in such a shameless way, only because she felt disappointed that Michael didn't stay the night? She had cheated on him! She should have to confess this to him and she would.

Meanwhile Francois meticulously was cutting the outlines of the characters with a pair of small scissors. At last he seemed to be satisfied. Angela couldn't see what he was doing as the M was situated above her left ear and the E above her left one. The I and K had been given a place at the backside.

With a pair of small clippers he began to shave away the hair around the letters. Angela had thought that the the letters would be cut out in her hair and when she realized that only the hairy letters would remain the only hair on her head it was too late.

Startled she exclaimed: "What are you doing?!"

Francois explained it to her.

"But I will be bald with the exception of the characters?"

"I'm sorry madam, you must have misunderstood but I can't go back on it now."

"Never mind, go ahead."

"To keep your caracters shapely you should come back to me every week," Francois told her when he had finished his activities.

Back in her room Angela called Michael and got his answering machine just as she has expected. She left a message: "Michael, would you please come to me tonight? I've been so stupid but I love you, I love you! Will you please inform me if you can't come?"

Michael didn't call and in the evening Angela nervously paced up and down the room. She had covered her head with a towel, folded like a turban.

When Michael arrived she began to cry: "Oh Michael, Iv'e done such a stupid thing. When you had gone I went out and ...oh, I'm so ashamed, I let myself pick up and..." Her words came as an avalanche but Michael interrupted her: "Sssssh, I don't want to hear that. I really am sorry that I left you alone yesterday but you needed a stimulation and obviously it took effect. Not in the way I had foreseen but nevertheless your depression was breached. So I am to blame too. Please, forgive me, darling."

Michael kissed her, then suddenly seemed to notice her covered head: "Why that towel on your head?"

Angela pulled it off and shyly said: "I did this for you."

 She began to explain that it had worked out differently from what she had expected but Michael didn't let her finish talking. He kissed her passionately: "You are so sweet and lovely."

"Will you still marry me?" she asked, wiping away her tears.

"Of course, my love."

Angela laughed and clapped her hands: "When? Oh, let's do it tomorrow!" she cried out with youthful enthusiasm.

Surprised Michael answered: "I don't think that we can arrange that so quickly. Or we should have to travel to Gretna Green in Scotland."

"Oh yes, Michael, let's do that!" 

"But what about your parents? They won't like it when we are married without a wedding party and everything else."

Angela didn't mind: "Afterwards this may be organized, if necessary with a ceremony in the church. But tomorrow it has to be our day, for us alone."

"Well, we could fly to Gateshead early in the morning, rent a car and be married in the afternoon."

"Oh yes,yes!" Angela shouted with joy.

And so everything turned out well.

The end.

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