While he spoke, the lady Madeline suddenly came into the room. She passed through it without noticing me. She seemed so strange, and not of this earth. Looking at her, I was afraid again. My friend cried when he saw her.
Madeline’s illness was a mistery to the family doctor. She was not interested in anything, and she was dying like a flower without water. She was growing weaker every day.
The next day she did not leave her bed. Maybe I have seen her, I thought, for the first and the last time.
Madeline’s name was not spoken for days as I tried to help my friend. We painted and read together, or I listened patiently to Usher’s strange songs.
