Dream Another Day- honeymoon

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“No, we can’t do that, Gab.”

“It’s the only chance we’ve got.”

“How could you talk like this.
“Ann, we should, please. You got to move on.”

“No, we shouldn’t,” she says.

“Darling, you are not listening.”

Gab! I can’t do this to my parents. They love you. They call you son.”

She slips off his chest, off the bed, goes to toward the oval windows. And pulls the drapes. Dull light, cold wind streams in. In the distance, in the thick smog, the elegant Statue of Liberty stood forever, her hand in up in the sky, holding the torch. 

How could she stand there all these years? Formidable, imposing against the odds.