A Summer in Time

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A SUMMER IN TIME by Norman H. Goroshnik

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Chapter XV: "How Do You Mend a Broken Heart?"

A SUMMER IN TIME by Norman H. Goroshnik
CHAPTER XV: ACROSS THE MILES - "How Do You Mend a Broken Heart?"

Paul took the news about you being in the hospital very seriously.  He almost felt responsible for you.  He immediately got on the telephone to Boston.  It took a while until they connected him to your bedside.

"Blair, this is Paul.  How are you?"

"Paul, how did you hear about me?" 

"Your sister called David and then he called me."

You were surprised.  "I am feeling better," you said.  "They want me to stay for a few days and make sure I am all right before they release me.  It is so nice of you to call."

Paul listened as you talked about your hospital stay.  It was a shame he lived in Brooklyn.  If you had wanted or encouraged him to come, he would have been there in no time flat.

You began to tell him about your job.  "I hope I can get back to work in a few days," you said.

"My job is fine.  I have a beautiful place to live and I do like my work.  How are you, Paul?" you asked.

"I am fine," Paul replied, trying to make conversation.  "Are you going to be all right, Blair?"

"I suppose so; I don't know what brought this all on,"  you answered.

"Blair, I feel bad that I can't be there for you.   But I better let you rest.  You will be alright once they get you straight away."

"Thanks, Paul,  I am so glad you called."

"I will keep in touch," Paul said.  "Thank Sheila for calling David.  That was very nice of her."

Paul ran right out to find a flower shop. He placed an order to be sent to Blair at the Hospital. On the card he wrote, "Get well soon.  Then come share your life with me!"

He called you the next day.  You sounded better and you were able to talk a little longer.  You told Paul you were to be released at the end of the week.

For Paul, his deep-seated devotion to you was not without consequence.  He worked hard at trying to keep the relationship alive, but it never matured.

He tried very hard to not relive all his past feelings, but he could not erase you from his mind.  You were there to stay.   At times, Paul found it difficult to concentrate on his work and sometimes he wasn't able to sleep through the night.  When he turned down invitations to go out with friends, they knew Paul was not himself.

Paul wrote that he would very much like to come up to Boston to see you the next Saturday. There was a train arriving in Boston at 11:00 o'clock.  He asked that you call to confirm the meeting if you were free.

You had Saturday off and had no objections to Paul's coming to see you.  There were no special plans and it would be nice to see Paul.  

Instead of waiting for your call, Paul phoned you Friday night.

"Blair, this is Paul.  I am leaving in the morning, if it is alright with you."

"Yes, Paul, I got your letter.  It's fine if you come," Blair said.  "Are you sure you want to come?" you asked, just to be polite.

"I need to see you, I miss you very much!" Paul said.

"I will meet you at the train station," Blair said. "Did you get a room for the night?"

"Yes, I  reserved a room at the Sheraton.  How are you feeling Blair?"

"I am fine now and I am looking forward to seeing you, Paul.  What shall we do when you are here?"

"I just want to be with you Blair.  The weather is supposed to be perfect.  This will mean a lot to me,"  Paul added.

"Then I will see you tomorrow," you answered, ending the call.

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Paul always moved quickly when he had somewhere to go.  Leaving his car at home, he took  the subway to Manhattan.

It was Saturday morning  and he walked past the pool room that was as large as a supermarket.

Whenever something important happened in his life, it took him past this pool room.  Except for when he left for the Army.  That took him in a different direction.  He prided himself on his self-discipline that over the years, kept him strong and from becoming a pool room bum.   

It took an hour to get to Grand Central Station by subway.  Once on the train to Boston, he was able to relax a little.  But Paul was not as comfortable as he would like to be, not knowing that what lay ahead could change his life.

All he had for breakfast was his usual bagel & cream cheese and coffee, which was not enough to sustain him for the trip to Boston.  yet, he could not think of food.

Leaving New York City, the train rolled out of the terminal heading north, into the morning, passing through city streets on elevated tracks.

Once out of the city, Paul sat by the window looking out on the countryside.

Paul thought over what he had to offer you.  He was ready to devote his entire life to you, his love.  Ready to work hard to care for you and make you happy.

The train moved through Westchester, New York into Connecticut and on to  Rhode Island.  It was a lonely trip and as the train dragged on, the smell of exhaust seeped into the coach, making it uncomfortable.    

Finally after a lengthy trip, the train arrived in Boston.  Paul had never been to Boston.

All the passengers stood to retrieve their luggage and waited for the train to come to a complete stop.  Paul worked his way past the people in the aisle, inching his way onto the platform to the train gate.  His mouth was dry by now and he needed something to eat and drink.

It was a great relief to find you waiting for him.

"Hello, Blair, I made it, " he greeted you with a smile.

"Hello, Paul," you answered, letting him hold you close.

Paul was happy despite not knowing what waited for him in Boston.

"Blair, I have to check into my hotel, then we must find someplace to eat.  I'm starving!  Did you have your breakfast yet? Are you hungry?"

"I am all right Paul.  I had my raisin toast and milk this morning. My doctor said I should cut out coffee for a while," you answered in a weak tone.

"Have something to eat with me Blair, I don't want you just watching me eat."

Paul checked into his hotel and placed his old Army bag on the bed then closed the door of his room behind him.  He found a restaurant down the street and once again found himself enjoying being with  you.

Outside the restaurant, you walked together and it felt so right.  Paul always experienced  mixed emotions every time you were together.  You did not know why Paul had to come all the way to Boston to see you.

"I will show you where I live Paul, you will like it," Blair said.

You arrived in front of a handsome Boston townhouse.  A huge chandelier, probably more than a century old, bathed the hallway in light.  In the living room, French windows spaced three across looked out over the street.

The heavy carpeting on the stairs muffled footsteps.   The wood banisters gleamed with heavy polish.  All the furniture was from another day, antiques displayed everywhere.  Sherlock Holmes could have lived here, it was almost a replica of his London home.  The only thing missing were horse-drawn carriages passing on the streets below.

Your upstairs room had a fireplace.  There was a dresser and a modern day studio couch, which opened into a bed.  The bathroom was down the hallway.

Paul imagined some wealthy Sea Captain or merchant had owned this house way back when!  The place was beautiful from stem to stern.

You curled up on the studio couch almost in a fetal position and looked helplessly at Paul who was sitting in a Queen Anne chair.  You talked most of the afternoon way then it was time for a break.  You led the way out and to a place close by for a bite to eat.

When returning to Blair's apartment, Paul noticed all the young students that filled the streets from the near by colleges.

On the train, he had rehearsed what he felt he had to say to you.  That was why he came to Boston in the first place.  You talked for hours pausing only to get drinks for each other.

Then out of the blue, like a bolt of lightning, Paul realized something had changed.  He placed his hand over his mouth.  For the first time, Paul saw you in an entirely new light.  He stared hard at your transformation into someone he did not know or recognize.  Perhaps this is what his friend David saw in you.  Why David warned Paul those years ago on Cape Cod. Warned Paul that you were not the one for him.

You were overcome with fear, that is what it was!  Fear of marriage, perhaps fear of having children or not having enough money.  All the responsibilities of married life.

Paul believe that it was his fault that he did not have enough to offer to a marriage. Or that your parents felt Paul would not be able to support you.

Instinct told Paul to walk over to you and place his hand on your shoulder.  In the silent room, he lifted you from the couch and held you near.

Paul was filled with great compassion and the desire to protect you while at the same time feeling the love he just lost.  He was speechless, but words would not have changed a thing anyway.  All he had now were his memories.

"Blair, I should let you get some sleep.  I will see you in the morning.   We can have breakfast together than walk over to the train station.  I am not anxious to leave, I like it here,"  Paul added.

"I am a little tired," you confessed, appearing somewhat helpless.  He kissed you for the last time, the lips he had once wanted to kiss forever.  Paul tried desperately not to show any change in his expression even though he was heartbroken.

Confusion entered the beautiful room.  Did you sense you were losing your best friend? And the man who loved you so?  Some how, some way, you had to know then, that you were losing Paul. 

Paul returned in the morning to take you to breakfast.  He acted as normal as possible.  He had been devoted to you for four years, waiting for you.

After breakfast, you walked through the crowded Boston streets towards the train station.  The train station gate in view, Paul was heart-sick knowing he had to let go.

"We have to say good bye now, Blair.  I will always love you.  You have become so much a part of who I am and you will always be  in my life," Paul's voice cracked.

"Good-bye, Paul," you said, never telling Paul you loved him.

"Take care of yourself, Blair.  If you need me for anything, I'm just one phone call away." 

Paul knew then, that he could never love another women the way he loved Blair, never.

As he returned home, Paul knew he would always love you.  And yet, it was not meant for you two to be together.

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In January, 1958, more than a year after Boston, Blair's sister Sheila received a letter from Paul's friend David.  He wrote her that Paul had moved to California to be near his parents and that Paul was going to marry a wonderful girl he met there.

A heavy winter wind rattled the window in Blair's Boston apartment.  The news on the radio said it had come in from the sea, crossing over Cape Cod, heading Northwest.  It was as if the cold wind was an omen of love lost.

 THE END
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Author's note: Once again I want to thank all my readers and to the staff of CapeCodToday.  Special thanks to Maggie and Walter who made this all possible by believing in me.

I want to dedicate this story to Elene Spanier--someone who continues to have  a special place in my life.  -    NORMAN HAROLD GOROSHNIK

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Chapter XIV: Across the Miles

A SUMMER IN TIME by Norman H. Goroshnik
CHAPTER XIV: ACROSS THE MILES

From Paul’s bedroom window, Saturday morning appeared to be a nice day in Brooklyn. He showered, dressed and grabbing a bagel with cream cheese, ran out of his apartment, down the three flights of marble steps.  Paul swung open the steel entrance door in the lobby and raced out to his car.  He was "hell bent for leather!" and intent on driving to Grand Central Station to meet you coming in from Providence, Rhode Island.

He drove like a "New York taxi driver" cutting in and out of the cars.  Paul took the Manhattan Bridge across the East River.  Coming off the bridge, he quickly headed to the East River Highway, an easier way to get uptown, then turned on to 42nd Street toward the train station. He knew exactly where he could find a parking space.

Paul ran through the train station toward the gates, glancing up at the signs to find out which track your train was coming in on. He did not relax until he was in front of the right track.  Just then, Paul was able to see the train pulling into the terminal.  It was on time.

The gates opened and a stream of people came off the train and made their way across the concourse.  He knew he would spot you.  You were tall and at Paul's height, he was able to see through and over the crowd.  Looking about, he hoped you hadn't missed your train.

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You made your way out from the train.  You could see Paul up ahead, waiting anxiously.  A smile spread across your face.  You were glad Paul was already there to greet you.  It took away any uneasy feelings you may have had.

Paul forgave you for remaining uncommitted.  No matter what, he wanted you to have a wonderful day.

For Paul to accept that he would once again be with you, seemed like an eternity.

He had such admiration for you.  You really stood out from the crowd.  Since meeting you, Paul had always considered you special.  He could not ask for anything more.

"Blair, over here!" Paul called out.  His voice carried strongly over the crowd, something he learned to do while living with his parents, calling up to his mother on the third floor.  Shortly thereafter, his parents moved to Los Angeles to care for his ailing sister.  Funny, it wasn't the son who had left home, but the parents!

"Hello, Paul," you said as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you.  "How are you?" you asked, greeting him gladly.  Much time had passed and yet, the spark was still there for both of you.  A deep trust had grown over the years.  It was as if time stood still and nothing had changed.  Today with each other was that important.

"I am fine, Blair--it is so good to see you!  I  planned a day for us that I am sure you will enjoy," he said.

"I have to call my mother to tell her that you met me at the train.  I want to let her know."   

Paul stood outside the telephone booth, waiting for you to end your call.  He was all jitters!  Now, separated from you only by the thickness of the glass door of the telephone booth.  Finally you came out and after a short stop at the restroom, it was time to leave the station.

You left Grand Central Station in high spirits, heading towards Paul's car.  He helped you in and took his place behind the wheel.  Paul found a parking space near Central Park.  You strolled through the park that had been host to millions of people over the years.  He held your hand, never wanting to let go again.

"Paul, Filenes hired me as a buyer in Boston.  I wanted to get away for the weekend, just to relax before I move to Boston and start my new job. I am very excited,” you said.  

"Congratulations, Blair! I know you will do well," Paul said.

Paul was too excited by your being in the city to begin dwelling on your move and new career in Boston.  He just wanted to keep it simple and wanted you to enjoy New York as he saw it!

After a while, you stopped to rest.  It was then that Paul calmed down and was able to listen well to what was being discussed and also to contribute to reviving your relationship.

The two of you sat on a park bench talking and watching a world of people pass by.            

Paul decided it was time to get some lunch and he knew exactly where to take you.  It was only a few minutes walk from the park to Morrie’s Delicatessen where the food was good and the atmosphere was crazy.

Morrie's was filled with loud noisy waiters, wearing black tuxedos, a towel over their left arm when serving.  On the tables were plates of sour cabbage, sour pickles and tomatoes.

The smells of delicacies swirled around you.  Kosher salamis hung on a rack over the preparation counters and baskets of rye bread and soft rolls were on all tables.  Even if you went into Morrie's with little appetite, you'd still end up ordering more food than you would be able to eat.

Paul ordered pastrami on rye with a bowl of chicken soup.  Blair ordered turkey on rye and opted for the soup as well.  The lunch was served by a smiling waiter, clearly showing his approval of you.

After lunch, Paul hailed a cab and took you to Bloomingdales  on 5th Avenue.  It was nice going through the store looking at all the expensive clothes and accessories.  A place to dream of things you'd like to own.  You mingled with the affluent as well as those just browsing like the two of you.

After Bloomingdales, Paul led you into Times Square then on to Rockefeller Plaza.  By now you were both a bit tired and sat on a stone bench observing the tourists taking in the sights.  Just being together was everything.

Evening came and Paul had a couple more surprises in store.  First, it was on to a Japanese restaurant on 58th Street.  It was close to where Paul had parked his car.

After a big lunch, Paul wasn't sure if you'd be able to eat again.  But you delighted in watching a chef cook your food right there at the table.  Paul ordered strips of steak mixed with oriental vegetables and rice.  The restaurant was impressive, filled with atmosphere.  And if that wasn’t enough, Paul took you to his car then drove further east to Sutton Place.   You took an elevator in a residential building up to the Beekman Tower, a luxurious cocktail lounge, enclosed in glass.  A balcony looked out over the city in all its glory and allowed patrons to enjoy a breath of fresh air and gaze at the New York lights.

After ordering drinks, Paul led you outside.  He stood behind you with his arm encircling your waist.

"Blair, just look.  We have the whole world in front of us.  Starting from here and now!  We can do what every we want together.  I love you, I always have!"                                     

This night with Blair had to be one of fulfillment for Paul in his life up to then.

As the evening wore on, the two of you left the cocktail lounge, taking the elevator down to the street level.  Paul drove his car back towards Brooklyn.  He wanted to show you his apartment before taking you to your aunt's house.

Paul had decorated his apartment with silkscreen posters from the airlines and oriental prints. A coffee table he had made from an old Bass drum sat in the middle of the room.  Large Japanese letters were painted on the drumskin head and illuminated by a light fastened to the base.  Paul’s drums sat off in a corner, surrounded by records, art, music and all his books.

That night Paul made love to you.  Nothing anyone could of said would have made Paul feel differently about his love for you.  His need was not passion, he missed you terribly.

"It's getting very late, Paul!  My aunt might be waiting up for me, we better go," Blair said.

You waited for Paul to lead the way out.  It was only a short ride to your aunt's house.  Even in the late hour he was able to find the house and pulled the car up in front.  Your aunt's heels sounded as she walk across the same type of marble floor like in his apartment house.  Your aunt’s apartment sat in a corner on the main floor.

The late hour and the dim lights in the foyer created a sad and gloomy atmosphere.

"Paul, I had such a wonderful time," Blair said.

"I am glad you did! I am happy you came.  This has meant a lot to me, Blair.  Would it be so terrible to share your life with me?"  Paul's question deserved an answer.

You remained very still as Paul looked deeply into your eyes for some hope.

"I love you so very much!  I don’t know how else I can make you realize how much you mean to me, how much I love you.  Tell me now what you feel?  Is there a chance that at some point in time soon we can plan to be together?" Paul asked.   

This time there were no tears from you.  Paul was unable to make sense of your silence.  He kissed you with an endless amount of passion, giving so much of himself, it left him empty afterwards.

"Don't do this Blair!  Don't keep us apart from each other, from a life together.  We are right for each other.  Blair let me love you the way I know how!  Can you understand what I have just said?" 

Paul lost his breath.  He was not angry.  But he soon started getting upset.  He kissed your cheek and turned away so you could not see the hurt in his eyes and on his face.

He left you standing in the hallway and limped out through the steel door. His spirit broken. Oh the pain.  He was blinded, drained, completely spent.  Paul returned to the driver's seat and a lonely, empty feeling stayed with him for an untold amount of  minutes.  He waited until the pain subsided in order to be able to drive home.

Paul stared out of the cold windshield and tried to make some sense of it all after the unbelievable day you had spent together.  

There were no plans to see you on Sunday. You were to spend the day with your family then return home to Providence on the train.  You did not even call him in the morning.

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Two weeks had gone by since you had come to New York City.  This past meeting ended in hardship.  Paul managed somehow, day by day, to try and accept the inevitable.

On a Saturday morning, Paul picked up his telephone.  It was David.

"Paul, I got a call from Sheila!  Blair is in the hospital in Boston.  You should call her," Dave announced.

"What’s wrong, Dave?"      

"She has a bad ulcer problem.   Sheila did not know how to get in touch with you so she called me.  Take the number, Paul and let me know what happens."      “

"Okay, Dave, thanks!"    

Paul rose to the occurrence, but it would be hard to be supportive from across the miles.

CHAPTER XV:   Coming next, an important meeting between Blair and Paul in Boston!  Continue to read further.  This story will be hard to forget!   

With all life’s uncertainties.  With all the fears, wants and disappointments.  So many brave people have lived through experiences and deserve credit for what they have endured.

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Chapter XIII: "The World on a String"

A SUMMER IN TIME by Norman H. Goroshnik
CHAPTER XIII: ACROSS THE MILES: "A WORLD ON A STRING"

Blair's parents came home from the lecture at Brown University and asked how she was, and if Paul had left to drive home to Brooklyn.

"He is a nice young man for you, Blair," your mother said.  Your father did not offer any opinion.  Sheila was sort of happy for her sister to find a nice guy.

You moved through the living room towards the bay window where you sat and gazed outside, reminiscing about Paul's visit.  You had a lot to think about.  You thought about Paul coming into your life at a time when nothing was positive.  It was unsettling and you were not ready to take on a relationship, especially one with Paul who lived in Brooklyn.

Paul wanted to share his life with Blair. It was all too clear, why Paul had come all the way from New York to see her.  He was serious.  He may or may not have done a great job presenting enough good reasons to marry him.  But Paul was sure there could be no other one for Blair, or for himself.  He would work hard, care for her.  He would protect her from her demons and fears.  Paul came from a very good family.

The days and weeks that followed brought winter closer.  Soon the Christmas holiday season, then New Years 1956/57.  Still no hope!   The New York winter was cold and long as usual.  Paul wondered how Blair was doing, but the days brought no promise.  They only dashed any hopes that Paul and Blair could be together.

Perhaps you wished Paul would not be so intense about everything and thereby avoided any    premonition of an engagement or of developing a lifetime commitment.

Before you knew it, spring, with all it had to offer, had arrived.   By then, Paul had stopped writing.  And you hadn't written at all.

While at your house had Paul seen the bundle of his letters tied with blue ribbon on the lamp table in the living room?  Surely that indicated he was ever present in your thoughts.  Had he wondered why the letters were out on the table?  Did he think you had been re-reading them?

Paul did see the letters.  He doesn't miss much.  He chose not to bring it to Blair's attention.

Would things have been different if you had let Paul know how you felt about him?  Could it have been possible that you needed him, the compassionate, caring guy that he was?  Were you afraid to get more involved?

For Paul, living in New York City in July was not easy.  He couldn't bear the heat and humidity. Paul knew he would move to Providence in a heartbeat.

Out of the blue, Paul received a letter from Blair telling him she would be at the Concord Hotel in the Catskill Mountains in two weeks.  Paul was so excited!  He just happened to have a club date playing in a hotel just down the road.  He went out of his mind.   This could not be happening!  It had been so long since Paul had heard from Blair.

A good friend of Blair's wanted to spend four days up at the Concord.  The Concord was the in place for young single people.  Cuban music played around the clock and people stayed up half the night.  Big name entertainers performed at the club which was populated mostly by New Yorkers.  The Concord was an exciting place to meet "Guys and Dolls".

Paul called Blair that evening.  Her mother answered the phone and politely instructed her daughter to answer the phone.  

"Blair, this is Paul," he said.

During the hour-long phone conversation, Paul promised he would come to see you. He would be able to spend a little time with you before he had to return to work at his hotel.

What luck, thought Paul that he would be able to see you in the Catskills.  It was all arranged.

He could not imagine you being there.  Too many flashy girls from New York went there to look for a husband.  This was his backyard.  To Paul, you were "Miss America from Rhode Island".

Lately, Paul had experienced some job-related disappointments, changing jobs, not getting an opportunity to go out and call on offices to sell office products.  Not hearing from you only made matters worse . Things had become even more uncertain.

Once again it was. "On again, off again".  When he heard the song, "I‘ve Got the World on a String",  he was able to relate to the lyrics.  He felt then he was on your string!  It may not have been true, but that was how it felt.

The two weeks went by fairly well for Paul as he contemplated seeing you.  Perhaps fooling himself into thinking your relationship would change for the better.

Paul arrived at his hotel.  He put his drums and tuxedo in a room they gave the band members then drove directly to the Concord Hotel.  Being familiar with the daily routines of  hospitality, he knew exactly where he would find Blair.

The lunch hour was just about over and Paul figured you might not have left the dining room yet.  Lunch at the Concord was like a convention.  Paul rushed past people who where coming out, as he tried to get in.

Paul searched the dining room and there you were!  Talking to some guy.  The young man took one look at Paul and knew there was something between the two of you.

"Hello, Blair."  Paul stood before you somewhat embarrassed. "How are you?" he asked.

"I see you found me," Blair answered not taking her eyes off of him.

"It wasn't hard." His eyes were all over you, like adjusting to a bright spotlight.

You stood and Paul followed you out of the dining room, through the lobby then outside.

You walked together along the driveway lined with old elm trees.  Paul could not explain his feelings to anyone.  It was like magic, the two of you joined together by chance.  Perhaps the stars in the heavens could render some support.  Paul reached out and kissed you like a soldier home from combat.  He kissed you over and over.  You both remembered Cape Cod.  It now seemed like it was only moments that you were apart.  You Pushed aside the passing of time and embraced the present.

Other guys would have given up a long time ago, but not Paul.  His trust in people was more than usual.  Perhaps that was what made Paul different.  He was every bit like his father, who had once bought a car with only a five dollar deposit.  Paul trusted people and people trusted him.           

Paul had to get back to rehearse with his band. There really wasn't much time left.  The afternoon came and went and Paul was happy again.  His words came from the heart, "I promise you all my love, Blair.  It is all for you."

Paul left you standing by an elm near the hotel's main entrance.  Paul looked back more than once.  He did not see you crying.  You neither approved or disapproved of your visit together.

Just a few words from you would have made Paul yours forever and would have brought him as much happiness as anyone is allowed.  If only you had expressed your feelings to Paul, that would have been enough for him to think there was a chance for the two of you to share a life together.

There had to be a reason. Why all the uncertainty? Yet destiny kept the two of you bonded together.  Still, some people can go with each other from 6 to 20 years without a formal commitment.

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Back in his apartment in Brooklyn, Paul continued tearing off the months on his wall calendar.  There and then, he got on the telephone and called Providence.  Usually you were not home when he called.  All he could do was leave a message with your mother.

One sunny day Paul entered the lobby of his apartment, shutting out the noise of kids on roller skates outside of the entrance door.  As usual, his mailbox was stuffed with bills.  Paul thumbed through the envelopes and there is was, a letter from you.  He was shocked as always and stood deathly still.  Paul managed to get a grip on his emotions and proceeded to tear open the envelope, fully expecting a "Dear John" letter.

In the letter Blair wrote about a girlfriend of Sheila's who needed a favor:

"Paul, I thought you might want to drive her to my house.  We would have a chance to see each other again."

Paul called you that evening.  As much as he wanted to see you, he couldn't help but feel he was being used.  So he made up a story about being booked for weekend club dates and would not be able to come.  "I am sorry Blair, I can't do this."

He did not stay on the telephone for long.  Perhaps he expected too much from you, but he didn't know how to make you understand he wanted more than a casual relationship.  Paul was perfectly willing to be patient across the miles, until such time that he could join you and the two of you could plan for a future together.  But it was completely frustrating without a commitment from you, some visible indication of how you felt.

Besides the fact that Paul had a ways to go before he felt he himself was ready to get married. He wanted to know for sure how he was going to make a living.

The very next night Paul answered his telephone to find you on the other end.

"I have decided now is the time for me to move to Boston.  I have been sending out resumes to the department stores and I expect a reply soon."

That bit of news did not sit too well with Paul.  As he once suspected, this would put you further apart from him.  There was nothing left to say or do.  He knew your mind was made up to do just that.  It was apparent you did not  consider Paul in your plans.

Paul needed to let go.  He could not do it at that moment in time.  He felt pretty sure he had lost his battle, there were way too many doubts.  Paul did not dare admit it to himself but his practical side told him to prepare for the break-up. 

All he could say before the call ended was, "Good luck.  Take care of yourself."

Paul had gone to North Hollywood in California to see his parents. He stayed two weeks and had a good time getting around Hollywood.  Returning home on a Sunday, Paul picked up his mail only to find a letter from you who he no longer expected to hear from.  The letter announced your arrival in New York next Saturday to visit family.  Your cousin lived off of Eastern Parkway, only minutes from where Paul lived.  Funny, you had never mentioned a cousin living in Brooklyn.

You asked Paul to meet you at Grand Central Station at 10:45 on Saturday morning.

How could he refuse? You could have been coming home from Russia, the emotions would have been the same, if not greater.  Paul was once again willing to take the gamble.

Coming soon: CHAPTER XIV  
An unforgettable day together for our lovers in New York.

Marriage is like owning a beautiful gift shop.  Both husband and wife, adding, working to secure their investment in a marriage.  Profiting, receiving security, fringe benefits, children (management trainees), the parents of the partners (board of directors) It has always been a partnership that requires commitment and dedication.

I hope I have brought pleasurable reading in your leisure.

- N.H.G.

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Chapter XII: Across the Miles: "The Difference a Day Makes"

A SUMMER IN TIME by Norman H. Goroshnik
CHAPTER XII: ACROSS THE MILES: "THE DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES"

For Paul, driving home from Cape Cod was anything but joyful.  Falling for someone and not knowing if they cared as much or saw the relationship in the same way was hard.

On Labor Day, about 5:00 o'clock, Paul found himself back in his apartment in Brooklyn.  David just lived two blocks away.  Paul had to sit down and write to Blair in Providence, Rhode Island.

Everything was fresh in his mind, he didn't want to let go!   He though he could write the night before leaving Hyannisport.

The paper he was writing on came alive.  He wrote as if he was speaking to Blair, his newly found soulmate.  “My dearest Blair,” the letter began, expressing Paul's best hopes from across the miles.

Fall in Brooklyn was hard for Paul. The cold winds and rainy days were almost a daily occurrence.  Wearing his raincoat, Paul pulled down his hat fighting off the weather.

New York can be exciting.  And yet, it can be lonely.  It became bleak and sad for Paul.     

It had to be equally difficult for Blair to read and relive Paul's dream in script.  It would not have been that bad had she trusted him and talked over her feelings with Paul.  But she did not confide in Paul when they were together.  Sort of  short-changing the relationship.  Even though, it came down to the fact that there was a proper bond between them.

Each night, Paul came home from work, hoping there would be a letter from Blair waiting in the mailbox of his Brooklyn apartment house.    

But the months went by without a word.  He could have called but he felt he would be overreaching.  Paul chose to wait and see if he would receive any positive response from Blair.

Any daily incident could spark Paul's imagination.  Words came easy and emotions came hard.                                  

Paul would have to accept that this was the way it was going to be with Blair.  Regardless, Paul kept his faith.  Paul immersed himself in his work.  He worked hard at everything he did.  Paul couldn't help but feel all along that he was not lucky.  He blamed himself as he always did, about everything. 

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Two years went by.  The seasons came and the seasons went.  Letters from Paul addressed to Blair arrived in Providence less frequently.

At about that stage in the game, Paul was able to afford to go on dates, to take in Broadway shows and concerts and visit museums and Jazz nightclubs.

Paul never mentioned to Blair that he had wanted to be a professional musician.  He studied to be a classical percussionist and was a drummer with small groups.  He was accepted to Julliard School of Music.

In the interim, Paul played clubs all over New York.  He needed to work to make money and therefore could not spend all day, each day studying and practicing.  He left school after two years.  Paul's day job was selling office products for a dealer on East 42nd Street in Manhattan.  He trained and learned the business and was good at what he did.

On a Friday morning, on his way to work, Paul checked his mailbox and found a letter from Blair on blue stationery!  She wrote to Paul to tell him about her job and that she was doing fine.   She included no explanation for her not writing all this time.  No excuse. Nothing. Paul could have passed out cold in front of his mailbox!

Why now after all the letters he had written?  Blair's letter, sent out of the blue, set Paul in motion.

Saturday morning, Paul left Brooklyn. He drove toward the highway.  He was headed for Providence, Rhode Island and come hell or high water, he was going to find Blair!

In her letter, she mentioned the name of the department store where she was working.  He knew Saturday afternoon always a big shopping day and that is where she would be!

He drove without stopping to rest, reaching Providence in four hours.  Paul found the right streets that led to the downtown area.  He pulled into a parking space and had to sit for a minute to relax.   

After combing his hair he was ready to find Blair.  Paul took the elevator to Women’s Wear on the third floor.  The doors opened and lo and behold, there she stood in front of a counter, facing the elevator!  

"What are you doing here?"  you exclaimed, shocked to see Paul.    

"Blair, I got your letter and I had to come and see you, it has been a long time!"     

"Well I am working now," you answered abruptly, "I can’t just leave!"

"I understand that,” he said, "but I came a long way."  

"You will have to wait for me outside in front of the store."

"That’s fine," Paul said.  He took one last look at Blair, refreshing his memory of how she looked on Cape Cod.  And with that he turned to ring for the elevator.  Paul was a little disgusted by the greeting he received from Blair.  Most likely he scared her by just showing up.      

Paul stopped at a coffee shop next door to the department store to wait for Blair.  But he did not stay long.  He ordered a cup of coffee and a doughnut, but did not feel like eating so he went outside and positioned himself in front of the department store.

As he waited, Paul compared the crowds in Providence to those in Brooklyn.  Providence was definitely less crowded!  Everything was at a slower pace here.

For Paul, 5:00 o’clock could not come soon enough.  He spotted Blair, coming out of the store.  "I would like to go home first," you said approached him with neither a smile or a friendly greeting. 

You climbed into the passenger seat.  "This is a nice car."  

"It is a 1955  Dodge," Paul answered.  "I bought the showroom model, it was cheaper."

"How have you been?" you asked, desperately trying to relax.

"I am fine," came Paul's reply.  "How do I get to your house?"

"Keep to the right, so you can get into the traffic circle up ahead and just follow the street up the hill."

"I am sorry I surprised you the way I did.  I had to see you," Paul said as he drove, adjusting to the traffic pattern.

"You look very well, Paul,"  trying to make conversation, your blood pressure lowering a bit.

"So do you," he continued, "How is the job at the store?"

"It’s fine for now.  I might want to work in Boston for the Filenes.  I want to be a buyer for their women’s wear department.

Right away Paul’s impulse told him that would take you even further away from him.

From the looks of things Paul though Blair was calming down, acting more like herself.  Paul drove by Brown University on Thayer Street and turned right onto Blair's street in a residential neighboorhood.  All the middle class houses on the street were similar in appearance.

At the door Paul shook Blair’s mother’s hand when introduced.  Blair's mother was a lot shorter than him and he couldn't help but notice how much Blair looked like her.  He liked her right away.  Your father was not home yet from work it all went well.

"I am going up to change," you announced.

Paul found a comfortable chair, sitting in a neat and quiet wholesome household.  Paul noticed  how you lived.  Paul made conversation with Blair's mother.  Paul had a talent for getting people to open up to him.  He felt very much at home in your parent's house.

He spotted a large bay window that he fell in love with.  The platform seat had colorful seat pads, with a colonial print.  Paul had always lived in an apartment. 

An hour went by, before you descended the stairs.  Paul's eyes were glued on you as you came into the living room.  Respectfully, Paul stood and helped you on with your coat.

"I know a nice place to eat, just out of town," you suggested.

"That is fine," replied Paul.  There had been no mention prior of any plans for the evening. 

"Paul, are you coming?" you tried to tear Paul away from your mother.

As he drove, Paul forgave Blair for all the letters she did not write.  He recanted all the wrong impressions he had of her over the past few years.  It all seemed right and natural to be together.  Time and distance did not matter anymore.  The only thing that mattered was being with you there in the restaurant having dinner.

You sat across from one another, making small talk.  It must have taken great courage for you  to throw caution to the wind and say, "What the hell, he loves me! Why not?"   

Paul avoided being serious or anxious.  There was no need to display any frustration.  He was in no way irritated.  He just played it by ear, saying very little.

After eating, you said, "I think we should leave.  I'm a little tired, I had a busy day."  

Paul dropped some money on the table with the check and led you out to the parking lot.  He placed his hand on your right shoulder. 

The cool night air felt good as you walked to Paul’s car.  For the moment you forgot how tired you were.  This was indeed a big surprise!  Something all too familiar came to light!  The closeness, the belonging you had felt with Paul at Craigville Beach erupted again. It was uncanny and visible--a bond that felt like it would never end!

Arriving back at your house you said, "Paul, come to the house tomorrow for breakfast!"  Paul was paralyzed in utter disbelief.  A minute went by.

"Where are you staying?" you asked   

"I will get a room at the Narragansett Hotel," he responded, very positively.

"Come by at 10:00 o’clock.  I am sorry you can’t stay at my house, we don’t have a guest room."

"I will be fine," Paul answered politely.  Paul stood in front of you and kissed you on the cheek. "Good night, Blair."  

"Paul, I think you werecrazy to come all this way like you did!  Thanks for dinner.  I will see you in the morning."

Paul looked at his shoes to see if he was walking on glass or eggs.

"I will be on time."  Paul didn't know if he should bring something. But everything was closed on Sunday.  He turned and headed for his car.  Relief set in. At any rate, it could have been a lot more disappointing for Paul.  He had taken a big gamble driving to Providence.

Paul checked into the Narragansett Hotel.  The bar did not hold his interest.  He knew then his head was not going to let him rest.  Paul never could get use to sleeping in a strange bed.  But he looked forward to tomorrow.

It was exactly ten o’clock when Paul rang the doorbell.  You greeted him with a big smile.  It meant a lot to Paul to see what he saw, and to hear what he heard!                                  

"Hi, Paul, come on in.  I want you to meet my father," you said.  "Dad, this is Paul.  He is from New York.  We met when I was on vacation on Cape Cod."

Blair’s father was a businessman.  "How do you do, sir?" Paul shook his hand showing a talent for meeting people.  Paul was not as sure of himself as he would have liked to have been.  He  liked to let people know he was someone to reckon with.  Paul may not have had much to offer, ut he was ambitious.   

After breakfast, Blair’s parents left to go to a lecture at Brown University.  Alone together, Paul held you in the middle of the living room all the while.  He kissed you with all the dedication and affection that was long over due.  He did not want to let go while living his dream.

In a way it seemed that you cared for Paul.  But you were difficult to understand simply   because you said very little, never fully expressing your feelings.

He did not want a playmate.  He was ready for a partner.  Holding Blair, Paul wanted to belong, to search no longer.  He had found what he wanted.  Paul lived beyond that moment and flashing ahead, pictured the two of you married as he relived all the romantic feelings he had for you on Cape Cod.

"I love you!" Paul said.  "I will always love you.   We are meant to be together."  Paul watched your tears, held you tighter.  Then he said his goodbyes and left for the drive back home to New York, separating, softly as he left, closing the door behind him. 

Coming soon:
CHAPTER XIII :  a continuation of a heartfelt story and good reading.   What seems impossible can change, by having self-worth and making good choices.  And hope, which can lead directly to making successful decisions.

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Chapter XI: "Time to Say Goodbye"

A SUMMER IN TIME by Norman H. Goroshnik
CHAPTER XI: THE FALL SEASON: "TIME TO SAY GOODBYE" 

For Paul, the road back to the cottage was filled with sheer disappointment.  He was barely able to climb the stairs to his room.  Paul dropped down on his bed and facing the wall, tried to block out a very lonely feeling.  Had he gone back in to the cottage, Paul would have made a fool of himself and would have had a lot of explaining to do about his actions.

It was no longer important to Paul that a friend of Blair's was supposed to come up from Providence to take her on a date.  Exhausted, Paul  fell asleep with his clothes on.

Paul managed to open his eyes Sunday morning.  He focused on the wallpaper, a copy of prints dating back to the American Revolution.  The morning sun shone through the blinds.

Paul looked over at a sleeping David.  He must have come in very late.  Paul got out of his clothes and showered.  By then David had woken up and Paul just had to ask,"did you see Blair with her boyfriend from Providence last night?"  "Yes," David answered.

"I can see you are going to drive yourself crazy over Blair.  She lives in Providence and you live in Brooklyn," David exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief," you are leaving yourself wide open for problems!"

"I don't know how I can make you understand what I feel!  I can't explain it, Dave.  I know you are right.  You warned me," Paul struggled, "but this is like nothing I have ever known.  I don't want to lose her, but I know I will and that is what's driving me crazy!  I will care about her long after we call it quits.  But all I can hear in my head is, 'why can't it be?'"

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"Blair, are you packing?" Sheila called up from the living room.  It was early.  The train was leaving at 3:45 for Providence.  Besides all your clothes and things, you were carrying home something extra.  Packing was not the problem.  Paul was the problem.

It was at this time that you realized leaving was going to be a bit harder than you expected.  The expression on your face made it quite obvious that you were concerned about tomorrow and the  tomorrows  to come.  And part of that concern was Paul.  Did you care enough to see him again?  When and how would you see him or not at all? 

What if Paul never called or wrote?  The easy way out would be to end this thing before you got further involved. 

All the heavy thinking and packing tired you out.  A cold glass of orange juice offered renewed energy.

You sat on the porch waiting until it was time to leave.  It was a beautiful day.  But isn't it always that way, just when you have to leave the weather can play tricks.

A big beige Buick convertible turned up the driveway.  It was Teri returning from Provincetown.  She got out and thanked her friend, waving goodbye as the Buick eased out of the driveway. 

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"I suppose we will be going over to the girl's cottage? asked Paul.

"Well, your girlfriend is going home today, don't you want to say goodbye to her," teased David.

He would see Blair off.  Paul was stubborn and chose to approach the relationship aggressively. He would push until he either got what he wanted or got hurt trying.

"Are we stopping off to eat, Dave?"  David replied, "Sure, that sounds good."  All Paul could do was wait to and see what would happen.  Needless to say, he did not enjoy his breakfast.

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From your porch chair, you were able to see  Paul and David drive up.

"Blair, David and I would like to drive you to the train station."

"It really is not necessary, Paul.  Charles said he would take us, " you responded, maintaining a cold exterior.

"David and I would like to thank you for everything.  I know David would want to say good-bye to Sheila and see her off.  Let us do this for you and your sister."

You did not appreciate the way Paul rephrased his request.  But you let it slide. 

"Okay, since neither of you are going home until tomorrow and Charles still has to finish packing."

"We don't mind Blair.  Besides, I am sure Charles would like to spend some more time with Laura. That is great!" Paul shouted, revealing his jubilation!

"Paul, did you have something to eat?"  you asked, touching him on the arm.

"I could use a cup of coffee," he replied, walking around the lawn in circles.

You stood and turned towards the door, hoping Paul would follow you inside.  A common ground had been reached and a cup of coffee would be, "food for the spirit."

"Would you like to take a walk after we finish our coffee, while you are waiting to make your train?" asked Paul.

"I just need to finish the dishes and then we can go," you replied, trying to take control.

"Let me dry them for you," Paul said.  There was no need for Paul to say anything further.  He hoped on hope and demonstrated his best qualities: patience, understanding and compassion. He wanted a commitment!

When the dishes were dried and put away, you left the cottage together, walking down what seemed like the most peaceful road on Cape Cod.

Breaking the silence, Paul said, "Can I ask you something?"  and without waiting for a yes or no,  "Would you let me write to you?" 

"Oh, that would be fine, Paul."  you answered politely.

"And now my next question.  Would it be possible for us to arrange to see each other again?"  Paul paused. "I can come to Providence.  Or you could come to New York and spend a day with me.  I could show you around, we would have a great time together!  Blair, I want very much to see you again.  I am sorry I upset you this week.  I want for us to get to know each other.  I haven't told you anything about me."

"I don't know how we can plan anything right now.  As I mentioned, I have to find a job first and earn some money," you replied.

He held your hand, taking you directly to his heart, unable to turn your hand loose.  Bonded at the palms, Paul spoke as if the time you had together was running out.  "Blair, I know we will have miles between us, but I feel we are good for each other.  And you know if I say I am going to do something, I will do it.  I am asking for you to trust me to make this all happen for us so we can be together.  I will work hard to do whatever I can to see you and to be with you.  When we are apart, I will always be wondering what you are doing or how you are doing.  And I promise to call often.  Blair, I can't think of anymore ways to say, I care about you."

Tears filled your eyes. Nobody every spoke to you like Paul did.

A Golden Retriever sat quietly in his master's driveway, his eyes followed as you and Paul turned to go back to the cottage.

"Who will pick you up at the train? Paul asked.  "My Father," you answered.

You reached the cottage and walked slowly away from Paul, towards the front door.  Things were completely amiss.  "I need to go up and change now,"  you sounded depressed.

Paul had said everything that mattered.  Trouble, discomfort and uncertainty clouded each other's vision of a future together.

"Can I help you with your bags?"  Paul called out, trying to be helpful.  "No, I just have a couple of   bags," you quietly replied.

In your upstairs room you turned around and checked your outfit in the mirror.  Getting dressed up seemed like the right thing to do.  You took an extra minute to see if you left anything behind.

Paul stood in the middle of the living room.  He was spellbound when you came down the stairs never having seen you dressed up before.  Pleased, Paul noticed you carried the leather bag he had had made for you.

"Blair, you are so beautiful!" Paul exclaimed, complimenting you in a special way.

You were a sight to behold in a white cotton dress with large black round buttons centered down the front and a sailor's collar with vertical strips and smaller horizontal ones.

"Thank you," you answered a little self-consciously.

David gave Paul the keys to his car so he could put the bags in the trunk.

First it was time to sat goodbye to Teri.  She had helped to make this an enjoyable vacation.  Abby was next.   She led the group of  "Little Women" finding places to go and things to do.  And Laura added sophistication, as if the girls were all royalty.  Hugs and farewells all around, it felt very much like leaving family. 

David watched you saying goodbye and sort of wanted to be wrong about you. He decided to give you the benefit of the doubt.

No one spoke on the way to the train station.  No cheers. No jokes.  No cute conversation.  It was understood that this was the final ride in David's Plymouth.  Tomorrow it was back to reality. 

You focused on how Paul was dressed.  You would need to take him shopping.  He looked bad. The train was there and would leave on schedule.  No one had boarded the train yet.  They most certainly would  rather spend their last few minutes visiting and saying goodbye to friends and family.

Paul took in the whole scene.  He liked what he saw.  He didn't know if he'd ever return to the Cape.  As he waited with you, he tried to memorize everything he saw.

"I should get on the train," you said.

"Blair, you don't have to go just  yet," answered Paul.

What ever possessed you to put your arm around him?  Allowing Paul to hold you in his arms and kiss you?

Standing among all the people on the platform, he was so proud of you.  Anyone could tell.  His kiss was filled with so much admiration.  Paul was masculine and confident, it appeared as if you two had been together forever.  He loved holding you, looking directly into your blue eyes.  Your faces close together.

But there was some mystery very much concealed, behind your expressive facial features. 

People make promises to contact each other once the vacation is over.  And Paul was completely sure it was you he wanted.  No one else.

Paul did not forget to say goodbye to Sheila. "Thanks for everything, you are terrific!"

"I really think you are quite a guy Paul, and David too.  I appreciate both of you,"  Sheila added. "It was great to have you with us."

"Goodbye, Blair, I will miss you.  I will write.  Let's hope we can get together soon.  Good luck finding a job.  Take care of yourself,"  Paul said, trying not to be emotional.

By then, people were boarding the train.  Inside the coach the isles seemed awfully narrow.  Sheila followed you in after saying goodbye to David, promising to keep in touch with him.

You moved past rows of filled seats eventually finding two empty seats, by the window.  Just as soon as the doors closed, the steel wheels were in motion.  Paul got so excited.  He ran along side the train, waving goodbye until the train cleared the platform.  The emptiness was apparent as the train pulled out of Hyannis.  There was nothing left to do. 

David caught up with Paul and headed to the parking lot.   "When are we leaving, Dave?" Paul asked.  "We will rest up today and leave tomorrow.  We just have to hope the roads won't be too crowded."  said David.

Coming Soon:
CHAPTER XII: "Across the Miles!" 
Stranger things can happen.  When least expected, people turn up in your life.  Not when you are looking in the usual places, doing usual things, with the usual friends.  It takes distance to find that special someone.  Go the extra mile!

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Chapter X: "To Have and Have Not"

"I need a few people to help me get my sailboat over to the marina to store it for the winter," he explained. "It won't take long." Painting courtesy of Anne Sullivan

A SUMMER IN TIME by Norman H. Goroshnik
CHAPTER X: THE FALL SEASON: "TO HAVE AND HAVE NOT"

Interwoven among the homes, there had to be some houses that were built over 150 years ago.  These houses were kept up by craftsmen and preserved by their inhabitants.  These houses represented a lot of history and tradition. By some miracle, they survived the coastal weathers that often find there way to Cape Cod.

You sat up in bed, noticing it was eleven thirty. Here it was Saturday morning, you almost slept until noon.

With some effort, dreary-eyed and half asleep, you managed to make it to the refrigerator.   Cold air escaped as you opened the door and reached for the pitcher of orange juice.   It gave you a chill.  You felt around inside the kitchen cabinet for a clean glass then carried the juice  back up to your room.

Once you were dressed, it was back to the kitchen for coffee.

The cottage was still quiet, it appeared the others had every intention of sleeping late.  You should in the antique laden kitchen in a pair of navy blue toreador pants and a white pullover, the enjoyable smell of fresh coffee throughout the room. You leaned against the counter, coffee cup in hand, munching on a day-old doughnut, reminiscing about last night.  It had to be a wonderful time.

As for Paul, he sat up in his bed, running his hand through his hair, he realized he had his work was cut out for him.  He wanted a long distance relationship with you. He was not afraid of it.  Paul was trying to paint a picture in his mind of the possibility that some how, some way, he could have you for his own.  It all seemed so right!

He knew by then he was serious about you.  Paul was smart enough to know he was asking for more than he could of hoped for.  It had to be a matter of luck but he wanted you badly enough.  He was sure about his feelings.

By now David was dressed, and ready to leave. "I suppose we should go over to your girlfriend's cottage!", David said, being somewhat sarcastic.

Paul ignored his remark.  "I am ready, let's go."

"Take us to the beach!" she ordered

Sheila watched David pull into the driveway and came running.

"Take us to the beach!" she ordered.

Paul chuckled to himself. "Give us a few minutes," answered David.

From the passenger's seat, Paul glanced up toward the screen door.  He noticed you coming out.  He waved, watching your every step.  He had to wonder how and if you would consent to keeping in touch with him.

"Good morning, Blair.  How are you?" asked Paul.  "I am fine, and you?"   "The same," Paul answered, welcoming you into the car.

Everyone wanted to enjoy the beach today, the last fling on Craigville Beach.

A young man made his way out of the crowd approaching you and Paul as you sat together on your beach towel. The sun had tanned his young body.  He was a lot shorter than Paul, with blond hair.

"I need a few people to help me get my sailboat over to the marina to store it for the winter," he explained.  "It won't take long."

"I have my car over there now. I can take four people back.  My boat is sitting in the surf."

Paul jumped up in a flash. "Blair, come with me, what do you say?"

"Well, okay," you replied.  "I am coming also!" Abby called out.

Brian led the way to the surf, where the sailboat waited half in the water.  Abby  and Paul helped Brian maneuver the sailboat out into the waves.

One by one, the new crew jumped in to pushing the boat into the sound.  Once underway, the beach looked a long way off.  Brian said he had trouble with the centerboard.  It might be hard to steer, but so far it was working well.  Brian steadied the sailboat with skill and great confidence.  He knew what he was doing.

Paul was wondering then, about the blow-up over a friend of yours coming to see you this weekend.  But this was the wrong time to bring it up.  Instead, Paul put his arm around your shoulder, making sure you were comfortable and felt safe.  The weather was perfect for sailing.

You listened to the water separating underneath the boat.  Slicing through the waves.  The sun began to sink in the west.  It all was too beautiful. 

It was wonderful indeed to be out on Brian's boat with Paul as your escort.

Brian turned left heading into a cove up ahead.  The boat slowed down as it came out of the currents.  It seemed to find its own way into the marina, seeking a familiar pier nestled in between other sail and motorboats of all sizes.

Paul released his hold on you. Brian, with Paul's help, lowered the clean white sail. He also secured a line on to a large hook.  As soon as the boat was made steady, everyone was busy unloading the boat.  Paul got into the swing of things.

After Brian stored away his gear in his locker, he led the way to his car.  He headed out of the marina.  "The caretaker will put my boat in storage for me,"  Brian said.

"Blair, did you have a good time?" asked Paul.  "Yes I did, it was wonderful.  I am so glad we went along," you replied.

Brian drove right up to the cottage in Hyannisport.  By then everyone had returned from the beach.  A cheer went up for the homecoming sailors!

Once again the lawn was bustling with activity. The sun was setting.  It always seems you are in touch with the earth and the sky by the ocean.

Paul left with David.  It was time to go and get cleaned up for a dinner planned for the evening.  While at the beach, Carol the girl from the boy's cottage, met everyone.  She was invited to come and join them for dinner.  She sat on the second step of the staircase looking on.

It was after dinner that things changed considerable. Tension seemed to have come inside from perhaps the other side of the screen door.  Who knows!

Paul watched you leave to go to your room.   He felt somewhat shutout, not knowing if he should stay or leave.   He began to feel he would rather be some place else.

He caught Carol's eye and walked over to her.  "Carol, let's go for a walk, would you like to get out of here for a while?"  "That's a good idea, " came her answer.  Paul led the way out. He waited until Carol caught up to him.  The screen door banged behind him, hedid not realize how fast he was moving.

"Slow down, Paul!"

"I am sorry," he answered Carol.

She grabbed his arm, trying to catch up with him.  There were little or no lights coming from the homes.  The sea air was everywhere and the aroma from the hedges and the flowers made this walk every so romantic.  But Paul was sad.

"I am falling in love with this place, Carol.  This place has everything."  Carol listened to Paul talk.  He was like  a storyteller.   

Paul put his arm around Carol. His head was bent down, considering how tall he was compared to Carol.  She was so pretty.  Paul felt a desire to kiss her, and that is what he did.

Carol did not object to the kiss.  She wasn't surprised and she didn't reject him. After all, Paul wasn't a bad looking guy and he was pleasant to be with.  She didn't reject his advance.

Paul was just responding to a pretty young lady.  He had some built up mixed emotions by this time.  Paul had you and then again, he did not have you.  You were there for him in one way, but not in others.  He was more himself with Carol.  He did not feel he was competing for someone's attention.  It weighed heavily on his mind.

Carol recognized Paul's uneasiness.  She knew he would not try to take advantage of her while they were alone.  She allowed Paul to kiss her again, more out of appreciation and companionship.  Carol enjoyed the attention.  Rebelling if she thought any less of Paul.

"Paul we should go back."   They retraced their steps through the shadows.  As always, the porch light waited for Paul and Carol to return.  The walk back was more of contentment, of each having made a friend. Cold winds were coming up from the North.  It was warmer closer to the sound.

"Carol, I don't want to go in there," Paul said.  "We can sit in my car," she suggested.

You were alone in your room.  Even the newspaper did not hold your interest.  You kept noticing the time.  You hadn't heard from your friend from Providence.  You sat in temporary seclusion waiting for someone who should have arrived by now.  You decided to return to the living room, picking up a pullover sweater, adjusting it over your shoulders to fit.  Going back downstairs, you  headed outside.  A gust of cold air chilled you as you tried to focus, peering   down the dark driveway for any oncoming cars.  

The change of weather wasn't conducive to remaining outdoors.   It did not take long before you turned around and went back in.  You approached Sheila, who was sitting in a Queen's Ann chair.  "Sheila, have you seen Paul?" you asked.

"Paul left with Carol," she answered, "I supposed they went for a walk."

The expression on your face revealed concern as you went over to glance out of the window. You held onto the separated curtain for support, wondering where Paul went.

Paul spotted you coming outside, standing with the screen door at your back.  He stiffened straight up and his blood pressure went sky high there in Carol's car!  Only after you went in, did he catch his breath.  This had to be the most embarrassing and exasperating moment for him. Paul closed his eyes and tried to regain his composure.

"Paul, would you rather be with Blair?  She is a very nice girl, but aren't you glad to be with me? I just met you and I know little about you, but I think you are a really nice guy.  I suppose you see a lot  of what you want in her.  You were probably never close to a girl like Blair.   She has to mean something very special to you.  Most guys would not care the way you do."

Carol continued, "She does not deserve all that you feel for her.  Either she is immature or foolish to let you get away.  She has to know by now that you care for her.  She must give you a sign."  Carol concluded, feeling sure Paul was listening to her as a friend.

"I am sorry, Carol. You really are special.  But it's late and I better let you go.  Thanks for being here for me.  You are adorable.  Why some guy, with a lot to offer does not make you his bride, I don't understand,"  said Paul.

As soon as Paul stepped out of Carol's car, she backed out of the driveway not even turning to offering him a ride to their cottage.

Coming soon: CHAPTER   XI
How do you convince someone that you care? Why can't that special person recognize the signals?  What kind of signals are required to form a serious relationship?  If you win her hand or lose it, it is like playing poker or chess.  It is all in the game!  More action coming, continue reading. Enjoy!

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Chapter IX: "A Night to Remember"

A SUMMER IN TIME by Norman H. Goroshnik
CHAPTER IX: THE FALL SEASON: "A NIGHT TO REMEMBER" 

Waking up to a new day, Friday was always a day to look forward to.

Cape Cod is a long way from Brooklyn.  Paul had his own apartment there.  He liked New York City and felt if he slept at night, he would miss something!

David sat on the edge of Paul's bed, looking at Paul, trying to engage him in conversation.  Paul was stretched out, enjoying the tranquility.

"Paul, what is going on with you and Blair?" David asked. 

"Why are you asking?" replied Paul, arranging his pillow for more comfort.

"Are you falling for her?" asked David, his trusted buddy.  "It looks that she has you going in circles!" he added.

"What do you want me to tell you?" asked Paul.

"I can see you like her but I don't think she is the girl for you," David admitted, hitting Paul where it hurt.  "I know you pretty well by now, Paul, we have been on a lot of double dates together.

"That is a hell of a thing to say!" Paul replied.

"Paul, I am telling you, she is not the girl for you!" repeating himself.  "Be careful, you are    going to get hurt!"  David hoped he had put it strongly enough.

"What a way to ruin someone's day!"  Paul, lie there on his bed, filled with doubt.  Why did David bring this up? Why would he try to end Paul's newly found relationship with Blair?  David had to see something in Blair that Paul could not see.   He never expected to hear this from David.  But it only made Paul more determined to change David's opinion of Blair.

An hour had gone by before David and Paul were on their way out. They would get something to eat then drive over to the cottage to see what was going on.

Before they got to the Plymouth, a car pulled into the driveway and a very pretty girl got out.  They both watched as she walk toward the front door of the cottage.

Mrs. Baxter, the landlady, came out to greet the new arrival.   "David, Paul, I would like you to meet Carol.  She is here for the weekend.  Please help to make her feel welcome."

Paul shook Carol's hand, "hope to see you on the beach!"

David backed out of the driveway, turning left, making sure he cleared the bushes at the end of the driveway then made a beeline for the family restaurant for breakfast.

There didn't talk while they ate.  Paul could not hold a grudge against his friend.

When they arrived at your cottage, David greeted you very simply, walking past you seated on a lawn chair, certainly enjoying the last days of summer.

As Paul approached you he said quite loudly, "that boy has found a home here, " trying to add some humor.  All the while, Paul looked directly at you, searching for some unforeseen clue.  A hint.  Because of his anxiety perhaps, he failed to see anything unusual.

Sheila strolled out of the cottage.  "We are going to Hyannis to go shopping.  Blair, do you want to come along?"

Sheila and David were like Alka-Seltzer--there was no romantic connection between them. David was in no hurry to get serious with a girl. He was going to school to become an industrial arts teacher.

"Blair, is it all right if I tag along?"  Paul played with the question.

"Sure, you can help carry packages," you answered with a happy enough smile.

You and Paul Strolled along Hyannis' Main Street, passing by the stores and gift shops.  Paul's spirits were definitely up--any time with you was magic!  Up ahead you spotted a leather shop. The smell of fresh cut leather filled the air around the entranceway.

"I would like to find a leather bag.  I have been looking for one a long time," you said.

A bell went off in Paul's head.  He walked into the shop and approached a man in a leather apron, sitting on a wooden, stool cutting and shaping leather.  Samples of  bags and leather were everywhere.  Paul spotted a bag.  It was black and shaped like a horse's feedbag.

"How long does it take to make  a bag?" Paul asked the man.

"I need an hour and a half, " the man replied.

Paul turned to you, "Blair, how do you like this bag?" he asked in a positive tone.

"It is beautiful, but if you are thinking of what I am thinking...PAUL I CAN'T LET YOU DO THIS!  This is crazy! It is so expensive," you cried out.

"But Blair, I want you to have it," Paul insisted, "from me to you!  This way you won't forget me when you get back home."  Paul showed strength or maybe it was stubborness.  Perhaps it was both!

"Blair, you can't get a bag like this for what he is charging, it's custom-made."

"If I accept it, I will get you something when I get home! I can't believe this is happening!"  You were flabbergasted that Paul would do this for you.

"Then it is settled!"  Paul turned back to the craftsman and said, "I want you to make a bag for me like that black horse's feedbag.  We will be back in two hours."

You left the shop.  Walking closest to the curb, Paul looked down and noticed you weren't wearing shoes.  The  fear that plagued him earlier had disappeared.

The two of you allowed ample time shopping then returned to the leather shop. Paul handed the shopkeeper some money and picked up the leather bag.  He took pride in seeing how much you enjoyed getting the bag.  It was all in the excitement and all in your expression.

It was about two o'clock when you arrived back at the cottage. Still early enough to go to the beach.  Everyone got ready and like a replay, both of you were back at the beach again.

It was a little too cool to go into the water.  Paul was as happy as can be as he looked at you sitting next to him on the beach blanket.  

"Of all the beaches in the world. You had to show up at Craigville Beach.''  Paul was doing his best Bogart impression from Casablanca.  You smiled at Paul, making him feel special.  Paul was sharp.  You noticed he had a way about him.  He was outgoing and not at all shy or bashful.

There was talk of a beach party being planned for that evening.

Paul called the girls staying at the cottage "Little Women".  They were young, proud, confidant, gracious and attractive.  They carried themselves with class. 

After two hours at Craigville Beach, you returned to the cottage.  Paul noticed a very good looking guy walking over to Laura.

"Who is that guy?"  Paul asked you.

"That's Charles.  He came to see Laura. He wants to marry her," you told Paul.

"They sure look like a great couple," Paul remarked.

 "How can you tell?" you asked.

"I can tell he cares for her by the way he looks at her and by his body language."

"They know each other from school and have been dating a long time," you said.

Abby stood on the lawn, "listen everybody, we are going to Sandwich Beach. So, figure out what you need to take and which car you are going in. Be ready in one hour!" Abby was an assistant vice president for a large corporation in Boston.

She was dating some guy she met on the beach.  Charles with Laura,  David and Sheila.  Paul had you of course. You would need two cars.  The hour flew by, and the call went out, "Let's go everybody!"  

It wasn't long before the road tCharles had taken came to a fork. Charles slowed down to read the sign.  Paul leaned out the window and told Charles to take the road on the right.  You were surprised at Paul's ability to chose the direction.  Of course the road Paul chose was the right one.

"How did you know which road to take?" you asked Paul.  "Were you ever here before?"

"No, it was just something I learned to do when I was in the Army," Paul replied.  The beach had to be east of the highway.  Sort of a half -truth. 

Further up ahead, Charles spotted some fisherman by the side of the road. Charles stopped to ask for directions. The men had pick-up trucks with balloon tires and all sorts of fishing gear and equipment.  They were outfitted for driving across the beach and camping out to do some night fishing for  sea bass.

Starting up again, Charles realized his left front tire was stuck in the loose sand.  It really sank down.  The fisherman started up one of the pick up trucks and came over. They hooked on a steel cable, welded to the front bumper for just such a problem.  One good pull in reverse and Charles car was back on the solid road again.   Charles had an extra bottle of whiskey in the trunk of his car which he gave to the fishermen with great thanks.

A small sign showed the way to the beach parking lot.   In minutes, everyone was busy unloading the cars.  The guys carried the supplies.  The girls held hands so as not to separate or fall.

A sand dune blocked some light and made it hard to get on the beach and find a spot to set up camping.  Eventually a spot was agreed upon and the guys went off to find driftwood for a fire.        

All along the beach, other parties were in progress.  Campfires broke through the night covering.  You could hear the crackling of wood burning and see the spparks escaping upward.   The cold clammy night air was filled with the smell of burgers cooking.  Beer cans popped open and a portable radio playing dance music.  

After everyone had their fill of food and drink they took a short nap.  The night grew older and the surf was invisible.   A horn sounded as a freighter headed out to sea.

Paul held you to himand his kisses said, " I can be yours if you want me!"

The glowing fire started to die out and the beach grew even colder.

"I guess the summer is over, "  Paul said.

"You helped to make it enjoyable for me, Paul," you whispered to him.

He took that as a compliment and was comforted by the feeling that you were accepting him.  But to what extent remained to be seen. 

No matter what the future held for you good, bad or indifferent, both you and Paul at least had this moment in time together.  It was truly a night to remember! 

Paul led you off the beach to the cars leaving to go back to the cottage. 

Coming soon:  CHAPTER  X
No one can predict what can  happen over night that can make or break any relationship. One day may differ from the previous.  There was still Saturday and Sunday left!  What is going to happen once Paul and Blair leave Hyannisport?   Continue reading!  There are more surprises coming your way.

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Chapter VIII: "We Could Have Danced All Night"

A SUMMER IN TIME by Norman H. Goroshnik
CHAPTER VIII: "WE COULD HAVE DANCED ALL NIGHT"

The wind was still raging outside of your Hyannisport cottage.  David watched you come back in without Paul and he could tell something was wrong.

 David knew his friend better than anyone else; Paul never ran away from anything.

"Blair, where is Paul?" David questioned, "Which way did he go?"

But you were speechless having lost your voice yelling after Paul.  You pointed up the road.

David ran past you out the front door, in search of his friend.

He spotted Paul up ahead walking very  slowly back to his cottage.

"Paul, what the heck is going on," David called out, "where are you going?"  "We are all going to a bar in Hyannis, they are having a Labor Day Party.  Come with us, there is going to be dancing, we can have some fun.  What do you say?"

Dancing was the selling point!  Paul could not resist going any place where there was live music and dancing.  By then he was feeling terribly sorry for himself.  He had a habit of blaming himself entirely if anything went wrong.  That was his way.

"Okay, Dave, I'll go."  Paul seemd a bit relieved returning to your cottage with David.  David was glad he had run after Paul.  They were both having an exceptional time there.  And it was not over yet.

The cottage emptied out quickly as everyone headed for the cars on their way to the bar.

Paul had no choice, he had to sit pressed against you in David's Plymouth.  He did not utter a sound.  Paul chose not to associate with you in the crowded car.  The others laughed and made small talk during the short ride to Hyannis.

The wind began to turn northwest toward the mainland, perhaps reaching Boston.

Hyannis was still alive with people.  Crowds were streaming in and out of the well-lit bars and restaurants.  Most of the gift shops were closed by then.  Gaiety in Hyannis was very well reserved.  The change of weather in town was noticeable.

Nick's Bar was a popular bar.  It was almost completely round, built on a wooden platform that extended out over a channel.  There were homes directly across the way.  Boats of all kinds were tied to self-made piers.  The lights on the piers reflected on the water.  Spotlights on the ceiling of the bar threw different colors out over the rear deck.   But it was still too windy to stand out there.

Music and laughter came from inside Nick's Bar as well as the strong smell of the many beers and drinks poured that night.  A glass of beer in one's hand was a sign of respectability.  Nick's was filled with college-aged boys and girls.  A crew of servers worked the tables.  Paul had calmed down by then.  He was more himself.  His eyes focused entirely on you. 

Very confidently, he came to you, took your hand and led you to the dance floor.  Paul had taken charge of the moment and hadn't even asked you if you wanted to dance.

"I can't follow New Yorkers--you guys dance funny!"  you told him as your heart did flip-flops.   Your name was on his dance card.  It was as if Paul was asking for a second chance.  People had forgiven Paul in his life and in turn, he was able to forgive as well.

Paul had you dancing with him in 60 seconds.  At first, he held you away from him as he glided across the floor with ease.  When he saw you were comfortable and your steps matched his, he put his cheek next to yours.  He had no intention to stop dancing.  As he held you in his arms, Paul thought he must have done something right in his life to deserve this night.  Paul's wishes were met with gratitude. 

You could easily have still been angry or irritated with Paul.  Luckily that did not happen.  The night was still young and there was more dancing to do.

Paul never could make small talk at a bar.  Paul relied on his self-discipline when he went to bars or was among drinkers or crowds.  No matter what, he never got drunk.  He always kept his promise to himself.  He would always have one drink although people assumed he was drinking all night.  If someone poured something in his glass, he merely took a fresh glass. Paul had learned thata party was not the time to drink.  Strange motivation.

Paul once admitted to David, that he was very funny, when he was very sad.  Amongst his other friends in Brooklyn, he was the life of the party.  A clown at heart.

Considering the years you practiced ice skating, developing good rhythm you had the ability to follow music easily.  The two of you were a team.  Dancing you both drew the attention of your cottage chums who were sitting out the dance.

"Can we stop to get a drink now?" you asked.  The music happened to end just then anyway.  Paul signaled the bartender for two beers.

Paul led you to a corner table, tucked away.  He was glad to be alone with you and enjoy the refreshing ice cold beer while watching the other dancers.  Appearing special together.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I am fine, Paul," you replied.

"I am sorry about what happened,"  more or less apologizing. 

"I don't know what to say to you," Paul extended his hands in a gesture, asking you to accept him.

"I don't want to talk about it," you said.

It appeared you were attracted to him.  It had been such a tense day for the both of you.  

You danced with Paul through two more numbers.  He whirled you around all the other dancers, wanting to show you off.  He was proud as he stared into your blue eyes, loving every movement with you.

You though about the time the two of you had spent together walking, the wonderful day in Provincetown, swimming at Craigsville Beach and at Race Point, dancing with Paul.  It was not as if you were involved with him.  But being with him had to have some significance in many ways. 

Unbeknownst to Paul, he was a caregiver.  He was good for you.  For some strange reason, he did not talk at all about what kind of work he did.

All and all, it was such a relief that Thursday night.  He accepted you as you are.  Perhaps Paul was too trusting and therefore ran the risk of being hurt much too easily.

Sheila wanted to leave and David motioned to Paul that they were going.  The others chose to stay at Nick's and said they would catch a ride later.

It was late and David drove slowly out of town, watching for revelers.  There always was a homey feeling when you arrived back at the cottage, especially late at night.

Paul turned his head listening to the sound your shoes made as you walked up the drive toward the front door.  It was pitch black.  Someone had forgotten to leave the light on.  You experienced the sensation of sightlessness.

"Blair, do you have to go in right now? he asked.

"Why, what do you want to do?" you replied.

"Can we go for a short walk, before we called it a night?"

"Paul, it is very dark out here, and it is late!"

"I know, Blair, I just feel like talking right now." " He said.

"We might get bitten by the bugs!" you added.

You couldn't see him smiling in the dark.  Finally someone turned the porch light on.  That was reassuring.

Paul reached for your hand with his usual quick movement.  He led the way.  Bonding both of you together.  There were a lot of feelings passing between you.  This was not an ordinary date with an ordinary guy in an ordinary place in some ordinary time frame.  This relationship was only beginning.  Why not!  

Paul seemed to be trying to sort things out in his mind.  It must not have been easy or assuring. 

"I need to say something to you," Paul began as if what he had to say was so imperative.

"Blair, you have no idea how much this week with you has meant to me.  How can I explain how our time together has been more than I expected?"

"I have no hold on you.  I won't force my feelings on you.  I don't want you to feel hurt in anyway.  I can't stand to see you upset!"  

"You are what I have always needed," he said.  "I want to be able to see you after we leave the Cape.  I haven't worked out how we will be able to do that yet.  But I will figure it out."

"I don't know what to say.  I have to find a job, when I go home."

"In New York, we always say, 'What will be, will be!'"

If it is meant to be, then it will be.  Paul called upon his wisdom and tried to reach out to you with words and feelings even though he didn't have the slightest idea if and what you thought about all this.  It was crazy for him to assume you were in some way as serious as he was.  He just had to get it all out of his  system.  He was running away with himself.

Paul turned just enough to be able to kiss you on the cheek.  Your respect for him was so very important and special.  He feared he was not going to be able to see you again as his vacation was coming to an end.  His heart went out to you.

Nothing else seemed to matter too much just then.  The darkness closed in even more.

"Can we go back now?" you asked.

With that, Paul was barely able to move his feet to turn back.  He shifted his shoulders around.  His chest was in pain and he was still shaking a little from the emotional drama.  He was seeking some reassurance from you that would seal a relationship.  New Yorkers are not slow about anything--it had to be quick!

It would be unforgiveable for either of you, here on the Cape now, not to plan to write or see each other on occasion or on holidays.  It had to be the furthest thing on your mind.

The porch light showed the way back.  Paul kissed you on the porch.  For the first time, you gave him a hug.  You were tall enough to reach up to this big softie! 

"Good night, Paul!  Thanks again for a nice time, I really had fun dancing with you."

"Blair, you were terrific!"  His smile came from his heart.  His mood changed from serious to semi-serious.  He did indeed have a great time.

David slipped by you both as your serious talk continued.  Paul looked to see if David was waiting for him.

 "Are you alright, Paul?" David asked as you approached the Plymouth.

"I guess so," Paul said,  "Lets go," climbing in next to David.

"I am sorry I acted like a jerk Dave.  Did you have fun at the bar?"

"Sheila and I had a ball--she is really something," he replied.

Paul had to have asked permission to love you!

Coming soon: Chapter IX
It is never one person's fault if a relationship does not work out. Opportunity is always there to bond together.  Being able to chose, without fear, without regrets, even though two people know each other for a very short time. If the chemistry is right the relationship lasts as long as each partner makes it so.

There is more fun, entertainment,and romance coming in the next chapter.  Enjoy good reading.

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Chapter VII: "The Last Hurrah"

A SUMMER IN TIME by Norman H. Goroshnik
CHAPTER VII: "THE LAST HURRAH"

With the Labor Day weekend coming up, it was the beginning of the "Last Hurrah" of summer. Here it was, Thursday morning already.  Where is the week going?

Parties will be going on all over Cape Cod.  Even though there is some sadness.  It's a little depressing having to say good-bye to newly made friends.  Not knowing if and when people will meet again.  Also a deserved vacation for many ends way too soon.  But hopefully it was a happy time, enjoying the sights and sounds of Cape Cod.  Taking great pictures.

But the worst part is lovers having to take leave of one another.

Back to the cities, towns, trains and planes!  Down on the farm!  Back to the stress!  Whatever!The year-round residents were fortunate enough to be able to live on Cape Cod. 

Paul and David returned to your cottage.  Paul stood by watching you hang out your clothes to dry.  The clothes basket was full as you prepared to do some packing.  Afterwards, you walked back toward the cottage door with Paul at your heels.

"Did you eat anything?" you asked.  "I will make you something to eat," you suggested,  sounding supportive.

"Thanks, Blair, that would be great," Paul answered, very much pleased.

Sheila caught your attention for the moment as she also came into the kitchen.  You wondered what Sheila's feelings were concerning your relationship with Paul since you hadn't even mentioned it or discussed it.  Perhaps she was waiting until you brought it up, or was watching to see how things would work out.  She always sided with your parents on everything.  Never one to unfairly criticize or show much anger.  She was more liberal.

It was obvious that Paul liked to stand next to you.  One foot over the other, he was relaxed and comfortable in that position.

After, everyone played house at the cottage and when the chores were done it was time to head to the beach.

After arriving at the beach, you eagerly prepared to follow Paul into the water, arranging your bathing cap before diving in.  You had been thinking about a secret you'd kept rather well, a secret that involved Paul.  You didn't realize how difficult this would be for you or for Paul.  But now was a good time to tell him. 

As you and Paul stood facing each other, drying yourselves with a beach towel you nervously said, "Paul, can we talk for a minute?" 

"Sure," he replied, looking directly into your face.

"I won't be able to be with you most of the weekend"

"Why not?" Paul asked in a sterner voice, his New York accent more pronounced.

"I had a prearranged date with a friend of mine from Providence. He should be arriving some time later. We made plans to see each other this weekend. I've known him a long time." You stated the facts plainly, not knowing any other way to bring it up.

You had become the spoiler! Boy, did you drop a bomb! And just when things were going so well.  Surely this caught Paul off guard, only adding to his frustration.  He tried to process what he just heard, tried to figure out where this left him.

Motionless, you held your head low, unable to look directly at Paul.  He tried hard to conceal his disappointment.  "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Are you mad at me?' you asked.  "I am not mad, do I sound mad?" Paul asked.  "Yes, you do!" you exclaimed, almost letting out a sharp scream.

Paul picked up his army bag and started toward the lifeguard stand, retreating without a word.  Marching himself off the beach.

"Where are you going?" you asked, watching him walk away from you.  Flabbergasted,  stunned, you broke into a run.  Climbing up the elevated beach you chased after Paul without your shoes.  That was not like you at all!

"Paul! Paul! Why are you behaving like this?" you called out to him.

"I don't know what you mean," Paul replied, still walking  away with his back to you.

"Paul, are you going to answer me?" you yelled out to him.

"What do you want me to say?"  he answered over his shoulder, with disappointment in his voice.  Paul stopped long enough to let a car leave the beach parking lot.  His stopping allowed you to catch up to him.  You both stood on the right side of the roadway, facing north.

He had to bend down to place his hands on his knees for support. The tension was painful to him.  In a matter of minutes, Paul was battered and worn, lost and defeated.  The picture of you in his mind was shattered.

The Plymouth pulled up along side of you both, Sheila had enlisted David's help.

"Get in here you two!" Sheila yelled out of the car window.  "Do you hear me?"

Paul tried to control himself the best he could.  By now he had caused a major disturbance, although not exactly a crime scene.

He climbed into David's car. Then you got in, your face close to his, searching for understanding and forgiveness.

Sheila was puzzled. The tension in the car was altogether embarrassing.

Sheila signaled David, letting him know what to do.  He turned into traffic, heading back to the cottage.

There were cars of all makes and models at the cottage, parked on the street and in the driveway.  Some were almost on the lawn.  Unfamiliar "Guys and Gals" coming and going.  It looked like a party was in progress at the cottage.

You quickly left the Plymouth, without so much as a word or a gesture.  You all but raced towards the screen door and up to your room.  The air in the room only added to your discomfort.  It had been closed up since you left for the beach. 

The whole matter was out of control!  Realizing you could not stay in there, you darted, past the people in the living room, out through the screen door, searching the crowd for Paul.

You found him just where you left him. With one good yank you pulled him as far away from the crowd as possible so as not to be over heard.  Paul did nothing to resist.

"Paul, I want to know what the devil is going on with you," you demanded, your head turning from side to side, in agony, agitated in every which way.

"I don't know Blair," came Paul's response.  He was unable to respond differently.

You were being aggressive now, "Well stop acting this way!  I should have told you sooner, but I forgot about my date with my friend.  How was I to know it would come to this?"  Your voice cracked as you tried to justify your position.

It was an uncalled for confrontation. A tense moment.  The voices from the lawn vanished as if you two were the only ones there.  At least it seemed that way.

Tears filled your eyes.  It hurt you as much as it seemed to hurt him.  "Paul, I don't want you to be mad at me.  Do you always act like this?"

"Come over here!  I don't understand you. I don't know what to say! What do you want me to do?"  Adding to his torment, as well as your frustration also!

Paul stood pondering, aggravated, uncomfortable, torn apart, behaving badly.  He tried making a correction by lowering his tone, "We should not be talking to each other like this.  I am sorry."

"Paul, you are taking this much too seriously," you fired back at him.  "Maybe we should not talk to each other at all," you exclaimed, making a heated point.

"Blair, let's not say anymore,"  came Paul's response.

"I did not mean to hurt you, Paul," taking a much needed breath, "I won't see him!"  The tears grew stronger.  Desperately you tried to stop crying, "that is final!"   

Paul had to reach out to you, he could not bear to see you in so much pain.

"Leave me alone!" you shouted, pushing Paul away.  But Paul drew you to him, suffering as he waited for you to stop struggling.  Not wanting to separate from you and risk losing what he wanted the most.

Then Paul released you.  He turned away helplessly, dragging down the road, alone.  All you could do was  stand and watch Paul disappear in the distance. That had to feel like the end of it all.

Paul went straight to his room and dropped down on his bed trying to regain composure.  He got up to shower, hoping to cool  his emotions as well as his body. Twisting and turning on his bed did not help matters.  He lie there listening to the wind as it grew stronger outside.  Paul did not know which way to go.  The room felt like it was closing in on him.  It was getting dark earlier.  Fall had arrived.

Paul remained stretched out on his bed, hatching a plan to resolve the riff between you. The more he thought about it, the more painful it became.

The shutters banged in the wind driving him crazy.  He had hoped David would come looking for him and he would have someone to talk to, but David never came.  Time moved very slowly--too slow for Paul.  He could not tolerate it any longer.  He had to do something.

So, down the stairs he flew, out the door, running straight into the wind.   He could have been blown over in the strong wind as he raced up the road toward your cottage.  The road was desolate as he ran, gusts of wind tearing into his body.  Boats anchored on Nantucket Sound rocked from side to side.

Paul ran as if his whole life depended on it.  By then his feet felt like logs and he was barely able to gain momentum.  Paul looked like he had been running for days.

Finally he reached the lawn of the cottage, out of breath.  The porch light was a sign of relief.  He pushed through the front door into the living room and dropped into a straight chair.  Paul ignored the other people in the room.  He was unable to speak or look anyone in the eye.

Low and behold!  You came from your bedroom.  The sight of Paul frightened you.  The staircase suddenly felt unsafe.  You held on tigh to the banister, slowly descending the stairs.

Paul got up and dragged himself over to you.  "Blair, can we go outside to talk?" he asked.  His chest was going up and down.

"What about?" you answered him with an icy stare.  "Please, Blair.  I need to talk to you,"  he begged, making himself very vulnerable.

Not wanting to cause anymore embarrassment for either of you, you agreed to go outside with him, avoiding his eyes.

 "Can we be friends?" you asked, standing with Paul in what felt like a wind tunnel.

"Don't ever ask me to be your friend!" If he wasn't mad before, he surely was mad now.

"Let me say something to you. I am sorry I caused you all this pain. You don't understand how I feel.  I had hopes for us.  Can't you tell I care for you?  I expected too much.  I look at you and see someone special," he desperately tried to make you hear what he had to say.

Paul turned around and melted into the darkness.

"Paul!  Where are you going?  Where are you?" you called out.  The wind was having its way.

Coming soon--CHAPTER VIII
It takes patience, perseverance and dedication to develop a great relationship.  Much to often, couples are too eager to give up too easily. There are more chapters filled with promise, anticipation, and suspense.  I hope you can enjoy this story as much as I  enjoyed writing it.

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