He circled and stared, nervous and scared. He knew both the thrill and the cost, but he didn't think twice. John was sitting at the Brady Pub, a shot glass in one hand, Marlena’s picture in the other. It was getting ragged around the edges from John’s constant perusal of it over the last …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 