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I was still dabbling in real estate, a bit long distance now but hoped I could reestablish myself in the little town closest to the house. I enjoyed it but, if it didn't work out, I'd find something else. Perhaps a homeless shelter that needed a volunteer, or an organization that helped unwed mothers. I'm sure Auden would appreciate that. Actually, Duane was talking about buying his old home and starting a bed and breakfast. That would be challenging, but fun, and something we could do together.
Of course, Duane loved the old house too as it held many memories for him as well. We popped popcorn and watched movies on TV just as we'd done those many years ago. The musty smell that had been confined to the attic before, had made its presence known in the downstairs but we'd solve that fairly quickly. Fresh air could work miracles. The cemetery was close and we regularly put flowers on four graves, often just sitting there and remembering and other times just being quiet there together.
We could easily lament the lost time, all those years. But that would be useless and just a waste of precious time. Being in love was so different and Maddie would often just look at me and giggle since before, I could see how she and Chuck were together, but never sensed nor understood what it really meant, how it engulfed you and transformed you. Duane was making it easy for me now, and I hoped I was for him too. Actually, I knew I was doing the same for him as those self-doubts of mine had been banished and replaced by an overwhelming peace that I cherished.
Being married of course brought the love making. We had missed that for 12 years but weren't about to miss it again. It was wonderful, in so, so many ways. Ways I hadn't imagined, couldn't imagine as there had been no base for that imagining to rest on. But finally, there was something I guess I had never thought about or even considered, but it became more precious to me than nearly anything. It was the very simple act of, once darkness had fallen and the day had ended, simply slipping into bed beside Duane and having him there with me. Sometimes our arms were around each other, sometimes we were barely touching. But we were there, together and the sense of fulfillment and security it engendered was far more precious than anything I had ever experienced.
And now we were anxious to start on the next phase, the bed and breakfast . . . together.
- COMMENTS
Purplefizz11 months agoA good story, but way too much tragedy for one person, a lot of inconsistencies too, both parents dying in aircraft crashes, an aunt that dies of natural causes very shortly after her mother, Serena’s mother not leaving any money to her illegitimate Son or to any of the charities she felt so strongly about, additionally why was Serena continuing to see “Markus” when she felt nothing at all for him, thus leading him to believe otherwise?
Sorry, not my favourite, but thanks for writing and posting it.
Anonymousover 3 years agoStill a dick move on his part. The fact that he was/wasn’t her brother has nothing to do with most of the lost years.
And far too much tragedy to rain on a single character.
3 or 4 stars. Could have been better.
Anonymousover 3 years agoDon’t take it too bad. He always scores too low.
An idea for a better plot twist and ending: Duane got the idea that HE was the half brother and that’s why he took off. Years later it becomes apparent that Auden was the half brother and convinced Duane to come home. You’d need to work on the background story a bit, but it’d make Duane a more appealing character. As it is, I find I don’t like him too much.
Overcriticalover 3 years agoIt ended nicely, but somehow I was left flat. Not worth dissecting it, but this should have had a slow build-up to 5* rating. At the end I struggled to give it 3* and felt very little about the people and what happened to them Maybe it was all the cliche traumatic events...I don't know, but 3* is what felt right. And no more of this author's stories for me.
flareb2343over 3 years agoin the last 60 yrs I have had to bury more than i can count. each was a family member to me. the first 1 was called Lindy after a girl friend. they have all been sorely missed.
