... All That That I Learn Just

One Never Gets The Same Summer Twice.

For He Loved Her And He Understood That A Woman Cannot Always Live As A Man. He Understood That She Cannot Always Think As He Thought, Walk As He Walked, Breathe The Air That He Took In. She Would Always Be A Different Being From Him, Listening To A Different Music, Hearing A Different Sound, Familiar With A Different Element.

And – I Think You Know, Don’t You? – That I Love You, Anne.’ I Feel As If I Have Been Living In A Loveless World For Too Long. The Last Tender Face I Saw Was My Father’s When He Sailed For England. ‘you Do? Truly?’ ‘i Do.’ He Rises To His Feet And Pulls Me Up To Stand Beside Him. My Chin Comes To His Shoulder, We Are Both Dainty, Long-limbed, Coltish: Well-matched. I Turn My Face Into His Jacket. ‘will You Marry Me?’ He Whispers. ‘yes,’ I Say.

To Save My Son, I Would Plot With The Devil Himself.

Oh Yes. Draw Your Hem Back From My Mud, Little Sister.