Twenty-Six: A New Sail

He is so reluctant to share his thoughts.  Will I ever gain entry, or am I doomed to live in isolation despite our union?

-THE DIARY OF ELLEN RIMBAUER
My Life at Rose Red

Twenty-five years ago today:

April 3, 1987
Friday

Carla and I hit the PIZZA BOAT during lunch time. She’s definitely heading to Miami, Florida at the end of this month. She’s so excited.

I did bicycle today for a good hour after work. It’s great getting out of the office at 4:30PM now.

I ended up going to see the movie LETHAL WEAPON again. I saw it with Eileen the first time but this time I saw it in Hayward with good ole Mark Landreth.

Mark was looking very well.  He turned twenty-six last Friday.  I could detect some more defined wrinkles on his forehead. They were probably there before but I never gave it a second look. I just never noticed. I think now that he’s a year older I decided to give a closer look. His biceps are big and they looked great in the shirt he was wearing.

I was home by midnight.
Mark had said, “Oh, I got a new sail.  I really want to go wind surfing.”
I know he’s anxious to sail the high seas like I was anxious to hit the road when I got my new BIANCHI bike.

I cannot tell you how I long for your welcoming embrace.
-D.M. THOMAS
THE WHITE HOTEL