Fridays (Friday Number Eight, October 6th, page 4 of 9)


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"Life has a few pleasant little moments you can look back on for a long, long time after they occur. This will be one of them, don't you think?" He took my hand and held it. I couldn't help but agree with him completely. It was a wonderful evening and a most memorable moment, no less so now as I sit here, recalling it in perfect detail. I can still feel the secure warmth of his hand in mine.

When Mr. Anderson and I left the beach, it was still early, so I invited him in as he drove me to my door. He had seen my house, at least from the doorway, but we had not spent any time here. He was my first guest since my remodeling had begun and I admit I was happy to show him the results of my labors.

While my reading room and bedroom were both still a shambles, the living room looked quite presentable. He marveled at my sofa-nest, promptly sinking down among my pillows. Black cat stopped by and seemed to tolerate this intruder to his new found home. I had little in the house to offer by way of refreshment but we made do with some pound cake and tea. We were both relaxed and content after the pleasant evening and continued our discussion of Sarah's letters which led us to things more personal than usual, his family.

"My son was home for the summer," he said. "But he graduates college in June so I guess this was the final home stay."

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