A good many Salemites had trekked into Marlena and John’s front room over the years. Grand Central Station on a more modest scale, one might say. Those who did so habitually because they were family or friends couldn’t help noticing the decor had changed recently. For a while, the curtains were light and jazzy, abstract …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.