She is a high powered attorney, she has the life, the house, the style that any woman would envy. Her life is just perfect, until she walks in on her boyfriend with another woman.
Will she collapse, lose it all, beg him to stay with her or, will she just become a master baker? And that’s not a euphemism. Think about it.
Written by Rebecca Milton
Published by AmorBooks
He’ll build me a house of flowers, by a river of cream. The nights will be velvet black with fickle stars tinkle, smiling circles in a sky painted for me.
That was love to me when I was 8 years old. Sitting on a bench in a pleasant park by a brook of babble and a field of flowers. I would say this to my best friend, Timmy Leon, when he asked, what will the man I marry be like.
And for him;
She’ll bake pies and be able to throw a guy out trying to steal second. She’ll like all kinds of animals and won’t mind if we have to share an ice cream cone because I don’t have enough spending money for two.
It seemed simple and clear back then. For both of us. Pies and stars. What more could one want from love, from a husband or a wife? What indeed.
Does one really need spending money for two, if your hearts are one?
