SNEAK PEEK OF THE MIDDLE AISLE:
Andre was a figment of her imagination. A fabrication of a desperate dumped woman—a fantasy, an illusion. Her creation of the perfect man.
She really was crazy. She just hadn’t realized it. She was a raving lunatic, walking around Monterey, California, acting as though she was with the man of her dreams, thinking she was making love with him and kissing him. When really she was as alone as a man in solitary confinement—a lost hopeless soul. Pathetic.
It was no use, she couldn’t fool herself any longer. Now that the seed of doubt had taken hold, she had to recognize it and grab onto it. It was the only way back to sanity.
“The realization of our delusions is the hardest step, Zoe. I know this is difficult. I can help you through it, I’m here for you. You’re not alone,” Doctor Channing said with so much sympathy, it made her cry even more.
“I don’t understand, he seems so real,” Zoe blurted.
“The mind is an amazing thing. It has the ability to believe what it wants to believe. If it couldn’t function in this manner, I’d be out of business.”
Zoe looked up at Doctor Channing, for once thankful for his presence. He hadn’t given up on her even though she’d been pretty awful to him. “I’m sorry I almost hit you with the garden trowel.”
“I’ve already forgotten about it.”
Zoe knew she must be a sight. She hadn’t showered in two days, she was wearing rumpled pajamas, and her hair was all over the place. Plus, her face must be red and swollen from crying. To top it all off, she probably smelled like throw up too.
“I think I’ll take a hot shower and freshen up,” she told him.
“I’ll get you some breakfast.”
Before they parted, she said, “Doctor Channing?”
He nodded and left. As she stripped off her clothing, a few more tears drizzled down her cheeks. The loss of Andre from her life wasn’t going to be easy. He was everything to her and now that she knew he wasn’t real, she didn’t know how to start over . . .
IS ANDRE REAL OR NOT?
TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! (OR HOPE!)