Finley Embraces Heart and Home by Anyta Sunday

I think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when I am on the balcony and it’s too dark to write or to do anything but wait for the stars.

K. Mansfield,Letter

Ethan goes to Europe.

I write a play like he wished I would. I print it, proud, and then stuff it inside my desk drawer.

I long for his calls.

They get less and less frequent.