We’ve all had those moments of ‘what if?’ Live long enough and you’ve probably had more than a few. It often comes as a pause, a moment, a gleam backwards inside your head. Just enough reflection to catch your breath and wonder how things might have turned out: ‘if only.’
It was a middle-aged secretary who would have done it for me. At that
point in my life, I thought I had finally found ‘it’ then didn’t know what to
do when I did. If only she had felt the same way. If only she had been real?
This is what happens when a writer’s mind begins to ruminate and wonder and
creates a ‘what if’ storyline. That is what happened with Glady and I…in my
imagination.
‘Agnes, Memories of First Love’ is my latest novel. It’s also a mini
web site that I’ve attached at the end of this sad Lalique.
As the story unfolds, I was living in a depression-era hovel and had just gotten my first job as a writer at the U of M. Glady was a secretary on staff and the first woman who made me feel grown up, despite our age differences. We could talk easily about almost anything and every-thing.
It began innocently enough. Coffee after work. Friday night folk sessions at the old Scholar coffee shop in Dinky town. Then a first surreptitious rendezvous in my apartment, talking foolishly about the future, her life and mine. That liaison morphed into long meandering talks about hopes and dreams and foolish expectations. It meant making love in the dark but never staying the night. In truth, it was kidding ourselves every step of the way.
I’ve outlined my tale of Glady and I in the attached mini web site. A nostalgic trip back in time when my ‘what if’ became reality and a love story was born out of it.
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