Marlena sat her desk and jotted down notes; really her notes were doodles in the shape of stars and a few zigzag lines as her patient droned on about her marital issues. "Brenda, how do you feel about the situation now that you've discussed this with Michael?" Brenda shifted in her chair and Marlena waited …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 