Rumination, by Diane Clark

Thursday I visited Mackinac Island. We took the bus to Mackinaw City and the ferry to the island. The lilacs were in full bloom. We enjoyed lunch at the Grand Hotel and bought fudge at the shops. I bought a sweatshirt, as it was unexpectedly cool.

On the bus ride home, I sat with George Lamar, a former colleague of my husband. We are both widowed now. He has a head of beautiful silver hair and a great sense of humor. He plays cribbage at the Senior Center where I play Mah Jongg. I wonder if he will call me.

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