Our children got sunburns that afternoon by the pool, and later we got moonburns. Or that’s what their father called them that night during a 1970s state lodge trip.
He was a romantic.
A year earlier he’d put my engagement ring inside a candy bar wrapper, and whispered sweet nothings to me ...
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