Time: March 1985 Marlena Evans-Brady hung up the telephone with a slightly apprehensive sigh, glancing at the large calendar on her desk, the date circled in black. "Four months," she said out loud, wondering how she'd survived thus far without the man she loved so deeply. Could it have been that long already? Was she …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.