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Gently opening the door of the refrigerator, she took out a pitcher of orange juice and filled a glass which was standing on a nearby enamel-topped table. Then, picking it up, she drank a little and then walked slowly back towards her husband’s bedroom. She paused at the door, seeming to wonder whether to wake him. He’d been extremely tired the night before, but even so, had insisted they play a round of gin rummy before bed. And with a goodnight kiss, she’d left him and retired to her own room. It had been a good evening . . . they’d had dinner on trays by the fire, watched Perry Como on TV, and then Joan had done some last-minute packing for their Jamaica holiday. Now, as she opened the door, she was hesitant. “Al,” she called softly, into the darkened room. Then, as she opened the door a little further, a look of horror crossed her face. The bed was empty, rumpled and twisted, and suddenly she let out a terrible scream . . . because he lay quite still on the floor. She ran over to him and, crouching down, touched his forehead. And then, as she started to feel his pulse, she was already breathing heavily . . . because there was no beat from it at all. She put her hands to her face and began screaming . . . screaming uncontrollably. Tears were running down her cheeks. It was more than ten minutes later before she became calm enough to go to the telephone and call a doctor. He promised to be right over. But she knew that it would be ten, even twenty minutes, maybe, before he arrived . . . minutes to wait, to wonder ... Yet already she knew the answer. Turning from her husband’s bed, she walked slowly back into the living room and sat down on the edge of the couch, crouched over, her head resting in her cupped hands. And she began sobbing quietly. . . . They’d shared so much together, even in those few short years — years which had brought her more happiness than she’d ever known in her life before. And now? She was scared, very scared . . . scared of the loneliness, the emptiness. the knowing . , . that there would be no one to come home to any more. The droning of a plane overhead made her look up as though she could see it through the ceiling of her apartment. She puckered her forehead a little: wasn’t it a plane — because of a plane, that it had all begun? The memories were confused now, but that noise reminded her of a special one, one so clear because it had been a part of her wedding day. . . . But you know I’m afraid of flying,” she’d been saying to Al as they had been sitting in Romanoff’s, in Hollywood, discussing wedding plans one evening. “You just say that,” he chided. “I know you’re not really.” He picked up a spoon and stirred a cup of coffee vigorously. “Okay,” she had laughed. “So I’m not.” “Then prove it to me by ffying to Las Vegas tonight and getting married.” “Tonight? Oh, Al. Be sensible.” “Why?” “Well . . . you’re supposed to be sensible. One of the country’s top businessmen and you talk of eloping?” “Yes.” He put an arm around her and kissed her very lightly on the cheek. Then he looked at his watch. “There’s a plane that leaves for Las Vegas just after midnight. I’ll call for reservations.” “Al?” She looked at him, not quite sure what to say. “We . . . you . . . well, all right then . . .” “Knew you’d say yes. I won’t be a moment.” And suddenly he was gone, disappearing through the clustered tables and out of sight before she could say another word. An hour later she was already sitting in the plane, and safe though she felt with Al, she found herself tensing a little and clinging to him as the engines roared and they left the ground. “It’s . . . it’s beautiful, isn’t it, Al?” she said, still a little dazed. “Look! Look at the way the moon’s shining on the wings.” He leaned over and looked out of the tiny round window by the side of her seat. “Yes, it is. And it’s even more beautiful at dawn and at sunset. You’ll see. We’ll make many, many more flights.” “Al — to think it all happened so suddenly. And me— still in my dinner dress.” She looked down at the black and gold lace dress she was wearing and puUed her mink stole a little tighter around her shoulders. Then she laughed. “I’m sounding like a high-school girl who’s just been to her first prom.” They were silent for a while. Then she put her hand in his and said softly, “I’m Sxclctdwcf FULL PAGE COLOR PICTURES OF FABIAN • DICK CLARK THE LENNON SISTERS CHUCK CONNORS ^Ccc^ Special Articles About CLIBURN • PAUL ANKA MiMmm in the July TV RADIO MIRROR on sale at all newsstands 80