The new lady was formidable:
\nScottish, she straddled
\ncontinents and
\nthe conversation at our
\nfamiliar dinner table
\nas she would mount a feisty mare
\nfor an afternoon canter;
\nand she was sitting next to me.<\/p>\n
In the midst of the dinner
\nher daughter phoned from Jamaica:
\nher isolated home had been broken into;
\none servant dead, another brutally beaten;
\nher daughter was shaken but safe.<\/p>\n
I had been summoning
\nsome amusing anecdotes
\nfrom past summers
\nbut somehow
\nstumbling over the bonfire
\nseemed insignificant.<\/p>\n
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The new lady was formidable: Scottish, she straddled continents and the conversation at our familiar dinner table as she would mount a feisty mare for an afternoon canter; and she was sitting next to me. In the midst of the … Continue reading