Authors: Alan Bricklin
He turned to his wife and embraced her. She was the one
person who could always lead him from his nightmares and banish the gloom.
"Yes, I'm OK."
"I always said you were." They kissed. The
children giggled.
"They're always kissing. I hope I'm not like that when
I grow up," squealed David.
Maria shivered as the chill of the forest enveloped her, and
she took hold of Larry's hand as they strolled out of the woods. When they
emerged onto the meadow, Larry put his arm around her waist. "Larry,"
she said as the warmth from the midday sun warmed them, "isn't it nicer
out here?"
End