He drove off into the night. Then I got in my car and did the same. I drove north for about forty-five minutes before pulling up to an Edwardian style urban mansion. I left my car in the circle drive and rang the doorbell. The maid answered, led me to the parlor and announced me. My aunt was sitting down in her chair reading a book. When she heard my name, she put it down and smiled.

Aunt Bea was a stunning woman. Her eyes, her hair, her clothes, the way she moved – everything . . .

He drove off into the night. Then I got in my car and did the same. I drove north for about forty-five minutes before pulling up to an Edwardian style urban mansion. I left my car in the circle drive and rang the doorbell. The maid answered, led me to the parlor and announced me. My aunt was sitting down in her chair reading a book. When she heard my name, she put it down and smiled.

Aunt Bea was a stunning woman. Her eyes, her hair, her clothes, the way she moved – everything . . .

The island is as close to paradise as I have ever seen in my very long life. The warm sea air, the smell of the ocean, the fragrant scent of autumn all around me. It was magnificent. My heart beat in time with the world – the ocean lapping at the shore, the whisper of the grass in the breeze, the calling birds, the droning flies, the chattering crickets – all of it a grand song that I was part of. The setting sun lit a smoldering fire of orange and purple in the sky as the encroaching . . .

The island is as close to paradise as I have ever seen in my very long life. The warm sea air, the smell of the ocean, the fragrant scent of autumn all around me. It was magnificent. My heart beat in time with the world – the ocean lapping at the shore, the whisper of the grass in the breeze, the calling birds, the droning flies, the chattering crickets – all of it a grand song that I was part of. The setting sun lit a smoldering fire of orange and purple in the sky as the encroaching . . .

I woke up Sunday morning with the sense that something had gone wrong. That something terrible had happened. It wasn’t a precognitive feeling – like there had been an accident I hadn’t heard about yet. I felt more like you do the morning after you unexpectedly lose someone you love. That hurt, lost feeling you get as you prepare to face the prospect of a life without someone you were drinking and laughing with two days ago. The emotional limbo that sits between holding onto the happy p. . .

I woke up Sunday morning with the sense that something had gone wrong. That something terrible had happened. It wasn’t a precognitive feeling – like there had been an accident I hadn’t heard about yet. I felt more like you do the morning after you unexpectedly lose someone you love. That hurt, lost feeling you get as you prepare to face the prospect of a life without someone you were drinking and laughing with two days ago. The emotional limbo that sits between holding onto the happy p. . .