I married my high school sweetheart at 73 — after his funeral, his lawyer knocked on my door and said: “You walked right into his TRAP.”
Alun was my first, when the two of us were seventeen.
And we loved each other properly and it looked like the sort of thing that goes on.
And then I had to go away to college in another city, and he wanted to stay in our town because of his father’s business.
And he asked me to stay. And I would not.
And he told me I had broken his heart.
And we never saw each other again after I went.
I do not even know exactly how long it was. Fifty-five years, I suppose.
And I made a life at Cantrell, and then at some point I found that I wanted to go home to the town I grew up in.
So that is what I did.
