When the Arrow Flies

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LOVE IS FOREVER

ONCE again it was a sultry tropical night, and Harold was hunched over a writing table. What? Still conjugating those impossible Portuguese verbs? And the same old verb! I loved I love I shall Love You loved You love You shall love We loved We love We shall love Forever and ever and ever, darling. No, not a grammar lesson after all! It’s a love letter this time. June again, month of roses! And a violet twilight! A blue-eyed girl with shining brown hair stood waiting with Millie and Harry in the shade of spreading mango trees. There seemed to be a strange and beautiful radiance about her. A taxi of antique vintage came up the street, swerving to avoid bumps in the road. A thin, sun-browned man with black hair stepped from the taxi, paid his fare, then turned to take Deborah’s

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