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bother trying to take the collar off, only I can do that. When you're ready come to breakfast, I’ll be in the kitchen, it’s getting cold”.
     
    The Very Next Day
     
    The next day came, and not surprisingly Francine ate very little, and spoke very little to K. She did spend quite a bit of time fingering the collar and it’s little lock as she tried to figure out it’s secrets, but to no avail. Mercifully during the night he had laid down next to her, but left her alone. When she awoke the next morning breakfast was cooking again and she quietly came in and sat down meekly across from him. The mood was somber.
    After a quiet meal both of them saying very little he calmly addressed the situation. ”OK, so here’s the deal Francine. What you did yesterday, running, it was unbelievably foolish and dangerous and cannot happen again.” France remembered the day before trembling in the electric blanket he had wrapped her in before the fireplace, struggling to get warm. The temperature outside and gone from crisp to downright unbelievably cruel and unforgiving. She had never been exposed to the elements in such a way before and her limbs and turned numb and heavy from the cold in an incredibly short span of time. Her lips had completely absorbed the medicated ointment that K had applied to them almost immediately. She’d never been so cold in her life.
    “It’s typically below freezing up here, even in the middle of the day and leaving without proper clothing and a plan is suicide.”
    She looked away. knowing that at least that was the truth. But what about the rest of it? If she were to believe his story this man was the only thing so far that stood between her and possible re-capture. “What about the rest of it?” He looked at her a question in his eyes. “The cop? The one that pulled me over?” She felt herself clinch up thinking of how she had gone from feeling safe to realizing that she was in real trouble. It had all happened so fast.
    “Yeah, like I told you yesterday, he’s still out there Francine. Still keeping a lookout for the interests of the people that took you. Until we can figure something out, you have to stay off the radar.” Off the radar? That meant here - with him? This was a fate almost too unbelievable to accept and Francine was not sure she could. She looked at him from across the table realizing again that he really could have hurt her by now - that didn’t mean he wouldn't, but again, he had not had he?
    He reminded her a bit of a few of the men she’d gone to school with who had served in the military and were using their GI bill to complete classes. There was something so calm, so collected about him with his mahogany eyes and big firm hands. For some reason her instincts told her she could trust K, but then she’d thought she could trust that cop too. No, she’d not had any time with that cop, only minutes, but she’d already spent more time around this man.
    Immediately her shift of focus angered her and again she worried that she was weakening. Shouldn’t she be spending every single moment working out an escape plan? If only he were a little bit more like her captors told her he would be. They had described somebody who would be so much more - heartless. She smoothed her hair with a nervous palm.
    K watched her, grinding over the things he had said in her mind. Her eyes were clever, her mind quick. He wondered what she liked to use in her hair. It was clean, but her nervous motions were making it into a halo around her head, not usually the look women liked. Everything about her was clean, fresh. He wanted to stroke her smooth skin, sooth away her hurt, take her in his arms, but he remembered that slap. His angel had a good swing on her, that was for sure.
    He was looking at her, everything about him continued patience while she worked over what he had said in her mind. If K was telling the truth, she realized they just might have to have almost a symbiotic relationship.