Robert Bermudez Analysis

wanted to discard her initial wish that what had happened was just a dream. She could smell him, a scent so manly and seductive that she was willing to give him the night, only if she hadn’t fallen asleep. She felt quite bad for that near chance and how it had slipped away, even if it could be just a make-believe. But how would she ever hope that those weren’t all real? She looked at the mirror. Her thoughts, those passing pictures in her mind, were just fleeting signals through her nerves. It didn’t take a minute for them to come and go. Now she had fixed her eyes on the mirror, and then she thought she saw something…
There! It was really there! Instantly she stopped thinking of anything else when she saw it. There was the
The nursing licensure, the career, the wealth, the material happiness were all lost so hastily. Yes, of course, that man. “I don’t know if you can help me on that one,” she rather said. “Robert Bermudez is not an ordinary person in this town. Surely there are a lot of other women out there who equally desire him, the whole population of women in this town no doubt…” And why would it not be you? The interruption immediately brought her to silence. She repeated it in her head: and why would it not be me? Yes, why would it not be her after all? Who in the whole town was more beautiful than her? Who in the whole town has finished college like she did? She was an absolutely different fish than all these other women in this town. Robert Bermudez could be hers. Why would it be impossible?
She started to make up her mind. Of course, a little help would do. Close your eyes,
Suddenly she lost knowledge of what to feel.
“Robert Ber…”
“Hello, Clarissa,” Robert Bermudez spoke, a grin creeping up his lips. He reached for the hand of Clarissa which she put over her legs. When she finally realized that they had been bare open to the eyes of the Bermudez boy, she drew the blanket up to conceal them. To this the man grinned a much wider grin.
Clarissa tried to remember what had happened before she had opened her eyes and found herself inside this room. Yes, the night before, she recalled, she had seen the Devil in the mirror, the fire eating up her room and her body, the crack creeping on the opaque glass, Robert’s sudden appearance after she had closed her eyes from fright, the embrace…
And then waking up again, the conflict she had with her thoughts over deciding to believe if it was all a dream or not, and the voice telling her to close her eyes, which she did. Which she did without hesitation.
Her mind blew tempest within itself. How could I have closed my eyes to the command of a voice that came out of nowhere?
I am here to help…
And help it did. “Did you hear