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Chapter Seven-3
JULIE HELD THE MAN’S left hand in hers. She saw a question there in his eyes; a lingering memory. She pressed her fingers against his wedding ring and a scene from his past filled her mind. Her eyes closed of their own will and her heart squeezed tight. Her throat swelled with sadness. She saw him, much younger, arguing with a woman who had auburn hair and pale blue eyes. They stood in a kitchen with fifties-style furnishings all around. The man was on one side of the dinette table and the woman on the other. And Julie was there, her psyche sliding inside of his. “Why’d you do it, Beth?” A sob stuck in his throat. His hands shook as he fought to hold on to his emotions. “Tom’s my best friend!” A tear refused to fall as he viewed his young wife. Their handwritten vows and passionate scenes
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