The Linnet's Wings Summer 2014 - Page 120

I reached over and took one of Maria’s pretty hands, with her muscular long fingers, and held it in both my hands, firmly and gently, protectively. Why did she tell me this, why now, or at all? I wondered, it had nothing to do with the play, or what we had talked about, mostly failed relationships, some with a twist of humor. I had remembe &VBF