Sappho Chapter 4
Chapter 4 Sleep came late as I wrestled with my emotions. I didn't want to think about Joanne anymore. I owed Indira a clear conscious and an open heart, so I concentrated on her smile, on how my spirits had lifted when I'd seen her drive up. I remembered her arms and our first kiss, and thought of her until I felt the warmth of her body and heard her bright laughter again. Sighing finally, I drifted off to troubled dreams. Burying myself in research the next morning, I read up on...