“Laura! I need these papers faxed to Michael. Capice?” Marlena Evans said, running around her office, and gathering things for her meeting with the board. “Call Shelly and tell her I have to cancel dinner with the girls tonight so that I can go home and pack. I’m going to Colorado. And you need to …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.