“Oh, I don’t know Kate. I’m not feeling much like a night out right now,” Marlena spoke from the sofa, where she lay in a fuzzy purple bathrobe and slippers. Her hair was tossed up in a messy bun, and she donned a pair of tortoise shell glasses. Surrounded by a sea of books, Marlena …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 