The baby’s name would be Amy, less foreign than Amelia, Marsha had explained, but still close to Dee’s middle name. ” Who would ever name a baby Dolores Amelia Louise?” Marsha had asked. “My mother would.” Dee sighed, thinking of … Continue reading →

It was a beautiful wedding. Everybody said so. The weather was perfect, sunny but not humid. The flowers in the church, all in white with pink baby roses, were beautiful. Dee thought the bride and groom made a handsome couple … Continue reading →

Starting out Wind whistled down Seventh from Central Park. The young man checked his watch, pushed open the glass door. “Meeting Alice Taylor” he told the hostess and followed her. Conscious of admiring glances and anxious to make a good … Continue reading →