“He came across the ocean, I suppose you could say,” Clarabelle explained to her friend, Shandy, “that’s how I met Herbie, a proud man of the Navy, you know they really do remain close, after all these years, Herbie’s old crew still keeps me up on the latest news about their lives; when I lost Herbie, those fellows could not do enough for me,” and both ladies had pools of tears welling up.
“Oh, that makes me think of my own love, the one that got away; he wasn’t in the Navy, but his work called him away quite often and he was hard to reach. You know I said he’s the one that got away, but I sent him away. He was nice enough, but he had one problem, he was already married and did not give me that detail until I found out on my own.”
Patting Shandy’s hands, Clarabelle sat beside her, in her lounger, “Shandy, dear, there are plenty of roads we choose in life and plenty of roads that get chosen for us. I like to look at the results more than the process, because the results are what we live with, and I like to think that my results are amazing. And look at us, if I had not been so overwhelmed that day in the diner, we may have never become friends, and I like those results.”
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