Love, The Healer

Love, the HealerA funny thing happened to me on the night I probably decided to get married to the girl I wanted to get married to. Her name was Sylvia. I forgot about her later, but that night I think I wanted to marry her.She was going home alone by airplane in a time when this fact alone made love inevitable. I took my father's car and brought her to the airport and got out and locked her baggage in the back seat. Conniving, we had allowed ourselves an hour of the fading July evening to go fo...