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    The Very Thought of You, Chapter 1

    Story written on January 30, 2007 by NYGayLady.
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    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=64278
    Author Notes:

    Bette & Tina… Because I couldn’t stay away for very long!

    “Strange how little we think about the decisions that change our lives.”

     

    It lies not in our power to love or hate,
    For will in us is overruled by fate.
    When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
    We wish that one should love, the other win;

    And one especially do we affect
    Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
    The reason no man knows; let it suffice
    What we behold is censured by our eyes.
    Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
    Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
               

    ~Christopher Marlowe

     

                When I was young, I hoped my story would turn out wild and adventurous, with twists and turns, cliffhangers and mad fun.  I thought it would be, at the very least, unique.  Looking back now, it seems to have turned out to be one of unfulfilled love and suburbia, finishing firmly rooted in the American Dream.  I may puke.

                My neighborhood is like so many others in this land where everyone but those who are different from us can work towards and achieve their dreams.  My town is suburban to the nth degree, my street predictably tree lined, creating dancing dappling on the sidewalk.  The perfectly manicured and watered lawns are mowed in neat rows, and vibrant beds of uninteresting flowers line the too green grass.  The violets, lilies, hydrangeas, ferns and roses that adorn my yard are replicated on every other lawn on the street.  Like at least a dozen other houses on the street, ours has a pool in the backyard.  It’s decently sized, and the rest of the yard is bordered by a white picket fence.  A tall, full oak tree dominates the back corner, providing a great amount of shade.

                Our house is a typical two-story home, light grayish blue with white shutters.  Four steps lead up to the front porch and a white front door with a bright, brass knocker.  Waist high, neatly trimmed hedge divides our yard from the sidewalk.  Master bedroom, two other bedrooms, two baths, kitchen with island countertop, and a rarely-to-never used dining room.  Crawl attic space, finished basement.

                Simple prints of over used artwork hang from our walls while family pictures conquered our fireplace mantle years ago.  Books fill the shelves in the study where my husband Henry does work when he doesn’t finish it at the office.  The house sits quiet during the day now that the children have all grown and moved out.  Our golden retriever lazily sprawls in the afternoon sun, wherever it falls.  Lawn mowers drone from five to nightfall and most of the weekend during the summer, and the laughter of neighbors adds to the cacophony that is suburbia.

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    8. Hey, my NY friend… YAAAAYYYYY!!!!! You’re back… I missed you already. This is good…. can’t wait to meet Bette. And I can’t wait for you to post again!

    13. To think that Bette or Tina went this long 30+ years without one another is sad…and even sadder someone was married to Henry for this long. Blah! More please.

    15. i’m with skycaptain, it’s sad to see that they spent 30 years without each other and being married to henry still, though life of course can start again at 55

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