The Racing Heart part 1

Francis excitedly took out the broom and began sweeping mindlessly. She'd been waiting all day, counting the minutes to closing. Finally, they'd meet, face to face. Her heart did a little tumble as she gazed into the eyes of the smiling face in the well-worn picture. The same image of the one who had occupied her mind and heart these last six months. This was getting serious for her. Frank was finally able to arrange leave from his company. Gaining a 3-day pass from his CO was no ordinary trick. It would be the weekend to remember. His last message on facebook left her breathless. "I think I'm falling in love."

She planned the perfect first date and set her sister's mind at ease, explaining the plan that was completely public. They would meet at Chez Vous—he with a red polka dot tie and she, with a red polka dot skirt. Ending their meal they would saunter onto the Boardwalk, where they would casually bump into some friends of hers. So they would spend the rest of the evening in the safe company of friends. At the end of the evening, if signaled—the last girl would grimace about going all the way home begging to stay over. It was perfect. Just then, the door creaked letting someone in. "Surprise!" he chortled. "I just had to get a close up look at my girl—and give her some flowers" But all she could see was the glint of the knife.

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