Summer of 1992Chapter 6 A Narrow Escape
It was the twenty-eighth of June, 1992, a great time to be alive and a great day to be in love. We disembarked the plane the same way we'd left, hand in hand. Only now, Kelley's physical hold on me was not as tight. It was more relaxed, confident, like she knew she didn't need to cling to me. As we made our way through the crowded airport, I reflected. Friday night, all day Saturday and Sunday morning had been more than marathon love making. We'd talked endlessly, holding nothing back,...