A ROUND-FACED, FRECKLED, short-haired lass on a ferry in Maine, having to choose between Mr. Rich and me, decides to go with me. We leave him on the dock as we float out to the islands.
We’re somehow back in my hometown, out in landlocked Ohio.
A WOMAN RETURNS TO HER FORMER LOVER, who agrees to take her back. Who keeps saying the previous affair was only a friendship she’d broken off at 6 a.m. the day she was leaving for the airport?
Then, a long-shot as if in a movie reveals she’s seven months pregnant.
Just a friendship? I have no idea where we are in the moon cycle.
I TELL HER OF PREVIOUS ATTEMPTS to start a Quaker Meeting here. Our intention, obviously, is to do it right this time.
In another, she’s reaching out, wanting to start over.
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