They re making a mistake

After E. Trevor

They re making a mistake. I keep telling them but they. Just look at me and nod their heads and say yes we know we re making a mistake.
Like I had to be humoured or something.
So now I m going to see Beresford again.
I remember the way he shook my hand that day.
That day What day Yesterday Hell it seems a year ago.
Well Beresford said so you re leaving us. How does that feel I said I felt - but I couldn't think of the right word.
A million dollars I felt like. I felt like I was God But these expressions didn't really express it.
At last I got the right word for him
I feel myself again. I said. He nodded. He knew what I meant. He'd seen my type before
So there isn't any doubt they cured me You don't get that feeling unless you're You again.
I left the hospital in a happy mood. It was evening. There were stars in the sky so many and so bright that they were a mist of white. Their reflection was down here in the street. The stars down here were neon and some of them were spelling out advertisements. The street-cars were going by as I stood there looking and they were taking people home or out or Just about People me I was one of them again
I said to myself I'd walk home. And as I walked my head in the air my eyes on the sky I felt I must do something. Must help somebody who needed help. Find a man who was looking for hand and give him a grip
It wasn't easy walking like. God looking for a blind man to make him see.
Well I thought I'll find him, if I walk all night I almost did, too.
It was past midnight when I saw her. Like a ghost she came out of a late open cafe and walked down the street, looking sometimes at the cars that went by.
I was following her now. There was something in her face that told me she needed help. She was lovely too.
I knew how I'd begin. I'd just say pardon me, but I think you re in some kind of trouble aren't you. She'd turn and took at me surprised. How did you know she'd ask me. I'd smile. Tonight I was God and God knew everything
Then she'd tell me the trouble. About the Jam she was in Money. Or her boy who ran out on her, or something like that. Whatever it was I d do anything in the world to square it up.
She turned up the avenue that led to the river.
A patrolman nodded to her to my girl, as she passed him.
Goodnight Officer, I heard her call as she went on her way to the bridge. There was courage in that voice She wasn't wearing her misery on her sleeve.
He looked at me when I was passing by! wondered if he'd say-Sure he did Goodnight, he said Goodnight, Officer I said my words echoed the girl's and my footsteps were the echoes of hers
She was in the middle of the bridge now I saw the flash of her coat as she walked
And now I saw her stop.
So now I knew And must hurry.