Forever Yours

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This summer, they had agreed, is all we need. If we try, we can get back what we used to have — because basically it is still a good marriage.

During the days alone at the lakeshore cottage, Carol tried to veer away from the disloyal thought that perhaps they were being too surgical about it. Mel had insisted, his eyes grave, steady, that their only hope was to talk it out, to have a quiet summer. So Donny, at seven, went to a good camp over near Old Forge. They knew he was too young but, as Mel said, it would do the boy more good than a home life where the tension was something you could cut with a knife.

On Wednesdays Carol’s sister, Jeana, would drive up from Utica to the cottage on the lake and together they would go over to the camp where Donny was. He was round and brown and the sun had bleached his hair. When Carol hugged him he wiggled with a new manly impatience, and he smelled of fields and wool blankets.

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