Blue Eyes

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BLUE EYES

Peter arrived at our hotel in Lea-on-Sea early on Saturday morning. The Hotel Vista. Susan and Peter always stay there. It is very quiet, very friendly and the food is good. He opened the door, and they walked in. "Good morning, Mrs Brown," he said. "Mr and Mrs Reed," she said. "It’s good to see you again." "It’s good to be here again," he said. "Cup of coffee?’ she said. "Before you go up to your room." "Thank you," he said."Where’s little Mary?" asked Susan. Mary was Mrs Brown’s daughter."She’s in the garden," said Mrs Brown and laughed. But she’s not little! Mary’s a tall young woman now. "How old is she?" Susan asked. "Fifteen," said Mrs Brown. "Fifteen!" he said. "Time goes quickly!" "1 know," said Mrs Brown. "Now, coffee! Before I forget again." She walked to the kitchen.

Susan looked at Peter. "I love it here, Peter," she said. "I know," Peter said. "When did we first meet?" she asked. "Eleven years ago? Twelve?"
"Wrong," Peter said. "It’ll be thirteen years on Tuesday," Peter said. "In the cafe."
"Ah, yes," said Susan, and shut her eyes. The door opened, and Mary Brown looked in. She was tall."Hello,"  she said to Susan. "And hello again," she said to Peter. "Again?" Peter said."Yes. Don’t you remember? Yesterday. You said “hello” in the bank."
"Oh, y. . . yes!" Peter said, and pretended to remember. "That was you!"  Mary smiled. "I’ll see you later," she said. "Goodbye!"
"Goodbye," Peter and Susan said. She shut the door. Susan turned to Peter.
“Why did you pretend?" she asked to Peter. "I don’t know," Peter said.

The sun was hot in the afternoon. After lunch, Susan and Peter walked down to the sea. They swam. The water was cold. After that, they walked across to Connor’s Coffee House. It was a small, quiet cafe near the sea. The cafe! The place Susan and Peter first met. They went back there every year. Peter opened the door and looked in. John Connor smiled."Hello again!" he said to Peter.
"And this time with Mrs Reed...What can I get you? Coffee? Or a cold drink?" John said. "Not again" Peter thought. "Two coffees, please. One black, one white." Susan said. "First Mary. Now John Connor. I don't understand." Asked Peter to Susan."Perhaps there are two men in Lea-on-Sea with big noses and black hair.

It was our fourth night at the Hotel Vista. They were at a table in the restaurant, but Peter did not want to eat. Peter was afraid. Very afraid. Things were not right in Lea-on-Sea.
On Sunday, it was the old.
On Monday, the man the bank . . .
and the woman in the cinema.
Yesterday, the girl in the shoe shop.
And this afternoon, the woman in the Italian restaurant. All of them smiled at me and said, "Hello again!"
"A man is pretending to be me," Peter said. "Why?"
"I don’t know," said Susan. "But it’s not important. We’re . . ."
"Not important?" Peter shouted. "I think it is. I . . . I’m going to the police!"
"No," said Susan. "They’ll laugh at you. We’ll find the man. Lea-on-Sea isn’t very big. It’ll be easy."
Peter looked down. He didn’t want to meet the man!
Susan looked into his eyes. She took his hand. ‘I’m afraid, too,’ she said.


Later that evening, they walked down to the sea. The sun was red and yellow. The water was light blue."Today is an important day," said Susan."Important?" peter said. "Thirteen years," she said. "You and me! Did you forget?"
"I? . . . Yes, I forgot," peter said quietly."Do you love me?" Susan asked."Oh, yes," peter said, and turned to her. "Good," she said. "I love you, too."
They kissed. And for the first time on our holiday, Peter was happy!. Suddenly, Susan moved back."Look!" she was right. "It’s him! At the cafe!" She was right. There was a man with a big nose and black hair. He shut the cafe door and turned right. At the cinema, he turned right again, and walked quickly away. "Run!" said Susan. "We don’t want to lose him." they arrived at the cinema and looked down the road."Where is he?" peter said. "There!" said Susan. peter saw him turn left at the bank. "Quickly!" Peter shouted. They ran across the road after the man."Don’t go!" peter shouted.
But he didn’t hear peter. they ran to the bank. There, they stopped. peter looked up and down the road.The man was not there. "Where is he?" peter said. "I don’t know," said Susan. "But we’ll see him again. I know we will. Come on," she said. "We’ll have a drink at the hotel." they walked back to the Hotel Vista slowly. Susan looked in the cafes and restaurants but she didn’t see the man again. Luckily! "Perhaps we’ll never see him again," I said. "Perhaps," said Susan quietly. They arrived at the door of the hotel at ten o’clock. They heard the television. They walked in. They saw Mrs Brown, but she didn’t see us. peter smiled. ‘Sleeping,’ peter said.

Peter walked over to the bed. On it, face down, was a photograph. Who was the picture of? Peter was afraid to look. Peter took the photograph in his  hand and slowly turned it over."What the . . . ?" peter shouted. "What is it?" said Susan. "Can I see?"
"You can," peter said. "but it isn’t good!’ peter gave her the photo. Susan looked at it, and jumped back. "But it’s you and me!" she said. ‘I know,’ peter said, and looked again. It was Susan and peter. Down at the sea. "That man!" said Susan, excitedly. "He was there. It’s
his photo!" Suddenly, they heard a noise. The door opened. And there he was, the man with my face. And he had a gun in his hand. "Very clever!" he said quietly. "It was me."
He shut the door "Don’t move," he said. "Or I’ll shoot.". Peter looked at the man in horror. He wasn’t afraid of his gun - Peter was afraid of his face! He had my nose, my mouth, my ears, my hair . . .
"You know him!" Peter said."Yes," Susan answered. ‘His name is Stephen Griggs. I worked with him fifteen years ago."
"I loved you," said the man. "We were happy." "‘You’re a bad woman, Susan Barker," he said. "You pretended to love me."
"I did not! And my name is Reed now."
"Stay back!" he shouted. Susan stopped. "Those cold brown eyes," she said. "Ugh!"
"Did he always have my face?" peter asked."No," said Susan. "I don’t know the game he’s playing."
"You will," said the man. "You will." He looked at the photograph in my hand. "That’s for you,"  he said. "You can look at it, and remember."
"Remember what?" peter said said. He smiled. "Your last walk with Susan," he said. "Before you go to prison."

"Prison?" peter said. "Why?"
Because you shot Susan,’ he said ‘I didn’t . . .’
‘You will,’ he said. ‘Watch!’ And he turned and put the gun to Susan’s head.
‘NOOOOOO!’ I shouted, and jumped at him.
The man shot. peter shutpeter's eyes. When peter looked again, Susan was on the floor. Dead. Then, suddenly, the man turned and hit me on the head. It all went black — and I fell down, down, down. After some time, peter opened his eyes again. he remembered.
‘You shot her!’ he said. ‘No,’ the man smiled - with my smile! ‘You shot her. My plan is going very well.’ he tried to get up, but it was difficult. ‘I loved her,’ he said, quietly. ‘I, too,’ he said. ‘But she was with you. All those years. Now . . .’ He smiled again and looked at the gun. ‘Do you plan to shoot me, too?’ he said.

‘Oh, no,’ he said. ‘I said, you’re going to prison. Perhaps there, you’ll understand. For me, Susan was dead before peter shot her. Now she’s dead for you, too.’
He came over to me, and put his hand over my mouth. Then peter heard Mrs Brown at the door.
‘What are you doing in there?’ she shouted. ‘Mfff. ... mmwff!’ peter said.
‘I shot Susan!’ the man answered for me. ‘And now she’s dead. Dead! DEAD! Oh, Susan, I’m sorry!’ ‘There,’ he said. ‘Now she’ll phone the police. And they’ll come — for you!’
He walked over to the window and looked out.
‘Remember,’  peter said. ‘You’ve got my face, too.’
‘Not for long,’ he said. In horror, peter watched him slowly take the mask from his face. ‘Now there’s only one Peter Reed again. You!’
‘But. . .’ ‘Oh, and one more thing. Here you are . . .’ Before peter knew it, the gun was in my hand! ‘You can give it to the police ‘ he laughed. peter watched the door. It opened and four policemen walked in. They looked at the dead woman. They looked at the gun in my hand.
The first policeman walked over to me. ‘You come with us,’ he said.
‘I didn’t ... It isn’t ... I can’t . . .’  peter said. he didn’t want to go to prison.
‘Come with us,’ he said again. ‘You can talk later. We’ve got all night.’