PEARL August 1914
We walked slowly along Bellevue Avenue that morning, the air bursting with the scents of summer, of the plump and round, blue and pink hydrangeas, of the star-shaped orange tigers and the pink and white lilies, of the warming, briny sea. But there was something more in it as well, something that made my skin tingle and the little hairs on the back of my neck stick out.
“I will never forget our bicycle ride,” I mused aloud. That something in the air made us remember the momentous instances of our lives that took place on this avenue, the so many of them, for I felt, as surely as Ginevra must as well, that such an instance was upon us once more.
Ginevra laughed a brighter laugh than I had heard from her in a long while.
“We are so different from those girls and their si
