1987 June – The Meeting

To say I meandered onto the veranda would be too corny. But meander I did. To the veranda. To bask in the early morning sun. A shadow carrying two coffees passed across my face. Through slits, I recognized Gerry and hoped he didn’t see my start. I smiled. “Hello.” “Do we know each other?” “No.…

1989 October (1)

“Hello?” “Darling. It’s Gerry.” “Whoever you are, it’s three a.m.” “It’s Gerry.” “Gerry? Really? You in the States?” “No. Berlin. The Wall is coming down.” “What wall?” “The Berlin Wall, Darling. I’ll be home soon.” “Home?” “Northampton.” “Oh.” “Is there a chance for us?” “A year ago, you ran out on our wedding. It was…