How odd life can be, she reflected. She couldn’t foresee the conversation she’d had this morning...________________ Marlena tried to stifle her yawn. She’d been holding vigil at John’s hospital bedside for more hours than she remembered. She’d slept there during the night -- pretty fitfully. This morning, she had finally slipped out to freshen up …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 