Candy Candy Christmas
by Lady Gato
Life is a series of happenings and events, all
interconnected with each other, for the actions of one individual will influence
the outcomes of another. Yet when a person decides to live selfishly instead of
minding the greater good of all, they may find themselves on a path that will
ultimately find them living their days in sadness and sorrow,
incomplete... unless they decide to change....
Suzanne Marlowe sat in her wheelchair, shifting her weight
a little, to try to stave the future discomfort of sitting improperly settled
in. Her amputated leg was giving her trouble as of late. Her fiancé Terrence
Grantchester, ever mindful of her health, had taken her to her
The doctor cleared his throat. "I am sorry to break this news
to you, but unless you get out of that wheelchair and use a prosthesis, the
course has been set already... your body is atrophying in this area, the nerves
are starting to deaden... sitting long hours in the wheelchair only makes it
"You have mud in your ears, Doctor?" she shrilled, not wanting
to hear his opinion. "How many times have I told you that I know I cannot walk
anymore... I don't want to use a prosthesis!!" She tried to hide the hint of
desperation, for she knew the slight hold she had on her fiancé was because she
was so dependent on him for everything. Being upright again, with a prosthesis,
would signal the sort of independence she did not want to display. "This is
Christmas Eve, I should not be upset like this by your
"Suzanne, listen to reason..." his English velvet voice
gently tried to coax her, his hand on hers trying to give her
She disdainfully removed Terrence's hand from hers. "Why
won't anybody listen to ME!!! I don't want it!! Nobody cares about what I
"Suzanne, you know that I..." he started.
you don't care for what I want, you are just trying to figure out how to leave
me... you don't care... after I gave my life for you!!!" she
"Suzanne, you know that I chose you..." he said in a quiet
voice, the corners of his eyes pained. "We will get through this together...
don't want to have you suffer anymore..."
"I won't do it!! No!!! Now take
me home!!!" she commanded, having heard enough.
The doctor and Terrence
exchanged a look. Terry knew the Doctor was right, but who could talk his fiancé
into otherwise? She refused to see the inevitable truth.
"Now, take me
Christmas shopping to Bloomingdale's. I want to decorate our flat!!" she
said, once they were outside. "I need some cheering up!!!"
have final dress rehearsals today, before the 9pm performance tonight, you know
that..." he reminded her.
She gave an imperious toss of her head. "Humph!
You can quote Dicken's backwards in your sleep! You are Robert's star
moneymaker. He should know that I need you more. What's your worry Terry. You
have played that Bob Cratchit role for the last 2 years now. Besides, wouldn't
you want to spend your afternoon with me instead, after I have been so sorely
upset with that stupid doctor today??? You have the performance tonight, what's
"Very well, Suzanne, what ever you say... I'll send a message
to Robert..." he acquiesced.
The New York snowfall somehow seemed
chillier to him than usual, and he looked up into the gray sky for a
No, nothing could be as cold to him as that unexpected snowfall
in New York, so many years ago...