would turn the car
around and head back to Boston.
“I’m not afraid of memories,” he said. “I have some but
they are in their proper place, ‘forgotten,’ where memories should be.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t agree. Mine are still very close. I
haven’t been back,” she hesitated, “since..” Her voice
trailed off.
“Don’t worry. You’ll relax and forget. Wait and see.”
His eyes sparkled.
Pamela suddenly felt uneasy. His answer was not exactly
what she wanted, but the look in his eyes seemed to show
understanding.
She moved back into his arms. The warmth of his body
felt good and secure to her. She was meant to be one man’s woman, to be needed and wanted. To share her love and
faith with one special man again.
Pamela was not ashamed of those feelings. God had
given them to her, hadn’t he?
He kissed her softly on the cheek. Pamela wanted this
relationship to be right. Did he understand? She won-
dered, trying to convince herself he did. She was relying on her impatient feelings, instead of leaning on God to
62 __________________Gloria Graham
guide her.
The Paris sky was full of stars, no wonder it reminded
her of Back Bay Harbor. Same moon, same stars, she re-
minded herself. Suddenly she wondered where Jill was this night. She missed her so. She couldn’t keep her memories
tucked away; they spilled forth, Back Bay, Jeff, that night at the beach house.
“Ahh,” Jeff had expelled as Pamela opened the sliding
glass door revealing a view of sparkling Back Bay Har-
bor.
Perched majestically on the hill across the small cove,
stood the Community Church. It’s white spire distinguish-
able for miles. She pointed. “My church,” She smiled.
“Yours? Oh,” he laughed, “you own the place?”
“Silly,” she admonished, and added, “I attend when
I’m in Back Bay.”
“Oh,” he said flatly with no other comment.
She had hoped he would make some kind of statement
about his faith. He didn’t.
“It’s just like a painting, a beautiful masterpiece.” He
leaned over the railing slightly, catching sprinkles of salt on his lips from the breaking surf below.
“Do you really like it?” she whispered. He whirled
around, pulling her swiftly into his arms and kissed her.
“Do I like it? I love it like you do!” he smiled.
Jeff’s kiss had taken her by surprise. She caught her
breath and began a nervous outpour of words. Somehow
the situation, alone, together, made her uneasy.
“Look,” she pointed. “The crest of each wave looks like
it has a million tiny diamonds riding on top.” She sighed.
“It’s so beautiful.”
A Memory Unchained___________ 63
The moonlight cast its irredescent glow over the water
below.
“Yes, beautiful,” he whispered, “like you.”
He pulled her close again and kissed her lovingly. She
didn’t resist. She wanted his kiss.
“We can leave anytime you say,” he assured her.
He held her close. The moment was real, yet, as if a
dream for Pamela. Her desire to love again surpassed her
good judgment.
His firm hands slid slowly, but softly, down her back,
resting in the very small indentation of her waist.
Her breath came faster. She was enjoying his touch.
Her skin tingled, like millions of tiny pins piercing gently all over.
The moonlight caught his glistening blue eyes. He
pulled her closer into his strong, warm body.
A warning signal reeled through her body. Pamela
was torn between wanting to submit to Jeff and her con-
science.
This was not the way she wanted to find romance again,
recklessly, without the commitment of true love she wanted to share with the right man.
She stopped at the doorway.
Jeff’s arms were around her leading her to the bedroom
she and Tom had shared.
Her eyes filled with tears. She began to shake.
“I can’t,” she cried. “I thought I could, but I can’t.”
Jeff looked shocked. His smile had vanished.
He grabbed Pamela roughly, turning her to face
around and head back to Boston.
“I’m not afraid of memories,” he said. “I have some but
they are in their proper place, ‘forgotten,’ where memories should be.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t agree. Mine are still very close. I
haven’t been back,” she hesitated, “since..” Her voice
trailed off.
“Don’t worry. You’ll relax and forget. Wait and see.”
His eyes sparkled.
Pamela suddenly felt uneasy. His answer was not exactly
what she wanted, but the look in his eyes seemed to show
understanding.
She moved back into his arms. The warmth of his body
felt good and secure to her. She was meant to be one man’s woman, to be needed and wanted. To share her love and
faith with one special man again.
Pamela was not ashamed of those feelings. God had
given them to her, hadn’t he?
He kissed her softly on the cheek. Pamela wanted this
relationship to be right. Did he understand? She won-
dered, trying to convince herself he did. She was relying on her impatient feelings, instead of leaning on God to
62 __________________Gloria Graham
guide her.
The Paris sky was full of stars, no wonder it reminded
her of Back Bay Harbor. Same moon, same stars, she re-
minded herself. Suddenly she wondered where Jill was this night. She missed her so. She couldn’t keep her memories
tucked away; they spilled forth, Back Bay, Jeff, that night at the beach house.
“Ahh,” Jeff had expelled as Pamela opened the sliding
glass door revealing a view of sparkling Back Bay Har-
bor.
Perched majestically on the hill across the small cove,
stood the Community Church. It’s white spire distinguish-
able for miles. She pointed. “My church,” She smiled.
“Yours? Oh,” he laughed, “you own the place?”
“Silly,” she admonished, and added, “I attend when
I’m in Back Bay.”
“Oh,” he said flatly with no other comment.
She had hoped he would make some kind of statement
about his faith. He didn’t.
“It’s just like a painting, a beautiful masterpiece.” He
leaned over the railing slightly, catching sprinkles of salt on his lips from the breaking surf below.
“Do you really like it?” she whispered. He whirled
around, pulling her swiftly into his arms and kissed her.
“Do I like it? I love it like you do!” he smiled.
Jeff’s kiss had taken her by surprise. She caught her
breath and began a nervous outpour of words. Somehow
the situation, alone, together, made her uneasy.
“Look,” she pointed. “The crest of each wave looks like
it has a million tiny diamonds riding on top.” She sighed.
“It’s so beautiful.”
A Memory Unchained___________ 63
The moonlight cast its irredescent glow over the water
below.
“Yes, beautiful,” he whispered, “like you.”
He pulled her close again and kissed her lovingly. She
didn’t resist. She wanted his kiss.
“We can leave anytime you say,” he assured her.
He held her close. The moment was real, yet, as if a
dream for Pamela. Her desire to love again surpassed her
good judgment.
His firm hands slid slowly, but softly, down her back,
resting in the very small indentation of her waist.
Her breath came faster. She was enjoying his touch.
Her skin tingled, like millions of tiny pins piercing gently all over.
The moonlight caught his glistening blue eyes. He
pulled her closer into his strong, warm body.
A warning signal reeled through her body. Pamela
was torn between wanting to submit to Jeff and her con-
science.
This was not the way she wanted to find romance again,
recklessly, without the commitment of true love she wanted to share with the right man.
She stopped at the doorway.
Jeff’s arms were around her leading her to the bedroom
she and Tom had shared.
Her eyes filled with tears. She began to shake.
“I can’t,” she cried. “I thought I could, but I can’t.”
Jeff looked shocked. His smile had vanished.
He grabbed Pamela roughly, turning her to face
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