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diving with tears in her eyes was difficult, but she went on anyway, hoping that instinct would take her back to the inn. she kept the window rolled down, thinking the fresh air ght help clear her nd, but it dido help. nothing would help.
she was tired, and she wondered if she would have the energy she o talk to lon. and what was she going to say? she still had no idea but hoped that sothing would e to her whei ca.
it would have to.
by the ti she reached the drawbridge that led to front street, she had herself a little re urol. not pletely, but well enough, she thought, to talk to lon. at least she hoped so.
traffic was light, and she had ti to watch strangers going about their business as she drove through new bern. at a gas station, a ic was looking uhe hood of a new autobile while a n, presubly its owner, stood beside hi two won were pushing baby carriages just outside hoffn-lane, chattiween theelves while they window-shopped. in front of hearns jewelers, a well-dressed n walked briskly, carrying a briefcase.
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she saw the inn just up the street while she was stopped at a red light. she took a deep breath when the light turned green and drove slowly until she reached the parking lot that the inn shared with uple of other businesses. she turned in and saw lons car sitting in the first spot. although the oo it en, she passed it and picked a spot a little farther frothe entrance.
she turhe key, and the eopped protly.she reached into the glove partnt for a rror and brush, finding both sitting on top of a p of north carolina. looking at herself, she saw her eyes were still red and puffy. like yesterday after the rain, as she exaned her refle she was sorry she didnt have any keup, though she doubted it would help ow. she tried pulling her hair ba one side, tried both sides, then finally gave up.
she reached for her pocketbook, ope, and once again looked at the article that had brought her here. so ch had happened sihen; it was hard to believe it had been only three weeks. it felt iossible to her that she h&a;a;lt;bdi&a;a;gt;&a;a;lt;/bdi&a;a;gt;ad arrived only the day before yesterday. it seed like a lifeti since her dinner with noah.
starlings chirped irees arouhe clouds had begun to break up now, and alliuld see blue iween patches of white. the sun was still shaded, but she k would only be a tter of ti. it was going to be a beautiful day.
it was the kind of day she would have liked to spend with noah, and as she was thinking about hi she reered the letters her ther had given her and reached for the
she uhe packet and found the first letter he had written her. she began to open it, then stopped because shuld igine what was in it. sothing sile, no doubt - things hed done, ries of the suer, perhaps so questions. after all, he probably expected an answer froher. instead she reached for the last letter hed written, the ooof the stack. the good-bye letter. this oerested her far re thahers. how had he said it? how would she have said it?
the envelope was thin. one, ybe two pages. whatever he had written wasnt too long.
first, she tur over and checked the bao na, just a str藏书网eet address in new jersey. she held her breath as she used her fingernail to pry it open.
unfolding it, she saw it was dated march 1935.
two and a half years without a reply.
she igined hisitting at an old desk, crafting the letter, sohow knowing this was the end, and she saw what she thought were tearstains on the paper. probably just her igination.
she straightehe page and began to read in the soft white sunlight that shh the window.
my dearest allie, i dont know what to say anyre except that uldnt sleep last night because i khat it is over between us. it is a different feeling for , ohat i never expected, but looking back, i suppose iuldnt have ended another way.
you and i were different. we ca frodifferent worlds, a you were the one who taughtth&a;a;lt;cite&a;a;gt;&a;a;lt;/cite&a;a;gt;e value of love. you showedwhat it was like to care for another, and i aa better n because of it. i dont want you to ever fet that.
i anot bitter because of what has happened. orary. i asecure in knowing that what we had was real, and i ahappy we were able to e together for even a short period of ti. and if, in so distant pla the future, we see each other in our new lives, i will sle at you with joy, and reer how we spent a suer beh the trees, learning froeach other and growing in love. and ybe, for a brief nt, youll feel it too, and youll sle back, and savor the ries we will always share together. i love you, allie.
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