What remains radziwill7/5/2023 “When I close my eyes and think of her, I see her hands. What Remains: A Memoir of Fate, Friendship, and Love “What was wrong with wearing a belt?” “Lamb, no one was wearing belted shorts, and red! I thought, ‘Oh, my God, who is this little one?’ ” She made me believe I was captivating” We had a story, like an old couple, about how we met, and she loved this part. “You should have seen Carole when I met her, this sweet little thing, with her belted shorts and tucked-in shirt.” She told anyone who would listen. I remember this because she teased me about it for years. I was wearing red-denim shorts and a white T-shirt tucked in. I thought later, she didn’t want to scare me away. Do you have one I can use?” Her eyes were as big as quarters and blue like a swimming pool and she spoke softly, almost whispering. She walked across the living room and put a hand on my shoulder. I was washing dishes, Anthony was running on the beach, and John was reading the paper when she walked out of the bedroom, blonde and ten stories high, in a white cotton nightgown with eyelet trim. I took a journey, and Carolyn came to town. “It is said there are only two stories-a man goes on a journey, or a stranger comes to town they are both here in mine.
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