why i read {part two}

I read because it's nice to now that after years have pass, not all feelings fade away.

His face searching the bus windows looked expectant, impatient, and a little anxious. It was a husband's face. Familiar, known, increasing beloved. Mary Ann, I reflected, had an awful lot to learn. And actually, I reflected, I wouldn't be in her shoes right now for all the flowers in Bermuda...having it all to learn again.

-Mr. and Mrs. Bo Jo Jones