Friday, November 28, 2008

Pardon Me Boys

They lived in a mansion on Lake Ontario. A cold drafty, underfurnished, stately "summer place" with four fireplaces, a butler's kitchen and a second story veranda over the water. The driveway was a quarter of a mile long. He was a very sweet man. She didn't know she should feel lucky to have found him. He filled the house with expensive Christmas gifts from well known stores. She could have seemed more grateful. She could have known there would only be so many Christmases. She could have smiled on his extravagance, wrapped her arms around him and said the right thing. What ever that was.

1 comment:

One Woman's Journey said...

I just found your blog. Saw your comment this morning on Ronni's site.
LIke the way you write. I started a journal (I like that word) last March. So many memories to write.
To write for myself, my children and grandchildren and whoever else comes along.