Danny Thomas Founder
It’d been years since they ended: “Why, Donald?” “Ann.” His tone slightly sliced with threat. “Is there someone else?” “Christ.” He started to rise then fell back into the chair. There never had been someone else and there never would be. He’d loved one woman and would love her until he went “into the dust that was always the end.” “It’s the sex, isn’t it?” A slight streak thru her tone. Don came back, right over the top: “What sex?” “You knew the rules, Donald. My father forbids...