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Deal starts: July 27, 2015
Deal ends: July 31, 2015
Fanny hesitated and said barely above a whisper, “You have to help me find my heart, somebody stole my heart.”
I remembered my first love. It was so long ago no image of her face remains, only a distant feeling, a feeling so dim it barely glows, but still a warm, happy feeling. But, even feeling warm, I couldn’t think of anything to say. Fanny, I can’t find my own heart didn’t sound right.
“You have to help her, Roosevelt,” my Guardian Angel said. “A person without a heart is nothing. Ask the Scarecrow?”
I wanted to tell her – Fanny, we all have a heart – it’s there, we only have to hold onto it during this life. I feel like holding her. Telling her stories. Telling her the Wicked Witch of the North has flown away. But, as usual, I couldn’t express my feelings.
Fanny stood up and took my hand. Fanny’s hand is warm, warm like the inside of a fur-lined glove, warm like a mother’s hand on the forehead of a sick child. She pulled me up and I followed her, hand in hand, to the room with the empty dome. Fanny released my hand and pointed at the glass dome. “There was a heart in there, a small diamond heart on a white gold chain that belonged to my grandmother. She gave it to my mother who gave it to me. Somebody stole it sometime yesterday.” Her words were low and distant, mysterious, filled with longing and sadness.
I feel her loss. I feel her sadness. “You are a good man, Roosevelt,” my Guardian Angel said, “Even if you are a jerk most of the time.”
“You’ll help me?” Fanny asked.
“I’ll do my best,” I promised her. “For all the lost hearts, I’ll do my best.”
A lonely smile creased Fanny’s face. I suddenly had an eerie feeling in my stomach. It felt like the grim reaper was beckoning me. I wondered if I could get killed over a lost heart.