From 'The Gentleman With The Lap Dog' Ii Poem by Morgan Michaels

From 'The Gentleman With The Lap Dog' Ii



Tanya's face went white. Her expression blent disappointment and rage.

'Besides, I wasn't expecting callers at this time. You seem very nice and I'm sure you're a good soul, but I really must get ready.'

Tanya looked at me for clarification. All I could do was return her look with one that said 'the mind is a funny thing.' I couldn't shake it, though. We shared another one of those moments.

Gradually, over time, the density of his crisis dawned on her. Again, she fell quiet, taking a seat beside me while we watched Jack 'get ready'.

Clearly, he was now Anna, the lady in the Chekhov story. Sure enough, face down on the night stand was a volume entitled 'The Lady With The Lap Dog And Other Stories'. We guessed it lay open to the eponymous tale. When precisely Gurov had become Anna was not clear- possibly sometime overnight, or possibly before breakfast.

Wondering what might be going on....

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