Alice

AliceI Used to meet her at dances during the winter. She was a wonderful dancer and a little beauty. Needless to say, holding her in my arms while dancing made me wish to know her better. It was not long before small pressures of hands and arms were asking, and answering, unspoken questions. Without a word said, she let me know that someday she would consent to more.Later, in the spring, we used to go walking together in the hills on pleasant afternoons. We would drive out into the country, hide...