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designer.”
“That’s a big order, sir!” she laughed. “I don’t always
tell those secrets!”
Jeff hesitated a moment then he pointed in the direction
of the church steeple poking out of the trees on the hill.
“Did he go there with you?” he asked.
“My husband you mean?”
“Yes.”
Pamela sat down beside Jeff on the beach blanket.
“Always,” she answered.
“It’s a waste of time, religion, going to a church, all
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that!” he said abruptly.
Pamela caught her breath. She wanted to know his
feelings on religion but now she was sorry he spoke.
“Why do you say that?” she questioned, trying to gather
her thoughts.
“Nobody ever did anything for me. I did it all myself.
Worked from the time I was thirteen. Nobody helped
me.” His jaw was set. His silvery gray eyes looked cool and placid. A twinge of a frown crossed his brow.
“You can’t really mean that,” she said in disbelief.
“My parents deserted me. I ran away from the orphan-
age. Sound like an old movie script?” he said angrily.
“But where did your strength come from, your courage,
your abilities. Surely you believe in God?”
“God? Where was He when my parents left me?” His
voice echoed bitterness.
“Oh Jeff,” she said, not really knowing where to begin.
“The success you have enjoyed. God has had a great deal
to do with that!”
Jeff paused. He looked across the hill to the church.
Pamela was silent for a moment.
“It’s hard for me to understand how anyone can look at
the majestic ocean or the moon just dipping into the sea
and not believe that we have a God handling all things.
Even your parents leaving you. Perhaps that’s why you
have such strength?”
Jeff took a long look at the sunset.
“We aren’t getting anywhere, are we?” he said apolo-
getically.
“You wanted to know about me and instead I found
out about you,” she smiled.
A Memory Unchained___________ 71
“You are very special, perhaps too special for me,” he
said.
“I’m me, just plain and simple. But God is pretty im-
portant in my life.” She smiled again.
Jeff didn’t answer. He stared at the sunset and the moon
slipping softly into the sea.
“And the man that went to that church with you was
special too.” He was speaking softly.
She didn’t need to speak, her eyes said it all. “Yes,” she whispered. She quickly changed the subject.
“It never ceases to amaze me, the beauty of a sunset,”
she said.
Jeff spoke quickly, “Guess we’d better go. I hate to end
this beautiful day, but all good things must end.” His flippant manner gave Pamela an idea.
“Oh no, not all good things!” she laughed. “How about
we take those fish to the beach house and I’ll fix dinner for you, even if I do despise fish!”
“Let’s go,” he said as he grabbed the lunch basket and
blanket.
They held hands as they walked along the beach to
the car. Pamela tried to hide her disappointment in his
ideas about religion but it was there in back of her mind all the time.
The candles flickered on the table as they sat relaxing
after dinner, enjoying the view.
Jeff got up. He bent close and kissed her softly on the
cheek.
“It’s been a wonderful day,” he said.
“For me too,” she pressed his hand.
“It’s late, should we start back?” he asked.
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She hesitated. “We could stay the night,” she stam-
mered. “But things haven’t changed, I mean, I won’t sleep with you. But you could use the guest room and tomorrow
you could fish again!”
Pamela blushed. She wasn’t accustomed to making
propositions to a man. She felt so out of touch, so foolish.
Yet, that was the only way for her.
“I will honor that feeling,” he said. Pamela sighed.
Maybe she wasn’t wrong about Jeff? It was a beginning
anyway.
In Paris her memories of Jeff made her even more
restless. She had just dropped off to sleep when a
“That’s a big order, sir!” she laughed. “I don’t always
tell those secrets!”
Jeff hesitated a moment then he pointed in the direction
of the church steeple poking out of the trees on the hill.
“Did he go there with you?” he asked.
“My husband you mean?”
“Yes.”
Pamela sat down beside Jeff on the beach blanket.
“Always,” she answered.
“It’s a waste of time, religion, going to a church, all
70 __________________Gloria Graham
that!” he said abruptly.
Pamela caught her breath. She wanted to know his
feelings on religion but now she was sorry he spoke.
“Why do you say that?” she questioned, trying to gather
her thoughts.
“Nobody ever did anything for me. I did it all myself.
Worked from the time I was thirteen. Nobody helped
me.” His jaw was set. His silvery gray eyes looked cool and placid. A twinge of a frown crossed his brow.
“You can’t really mean that,” she said in disbelief.
“My parents deserted me. I ran away from the orphan-
age. Sound like an old movie script?” he said angrily.
“But where did your strength come from, your courage,
your abilities. Surely you believe in God?”
“God? Where was He when my parents left me?” His
voice echoed bitterness.
“Oh Jeff,” she said, not really knowing where to begin.
“The success you have enjoyed. God has had a great deal
to do with that!”
Jeff paused. He looked across the hill to the church.
Pamela was silent for a moment.
“It’s hard for me to understand how anyone can look at
the majestic ocean or the moon just dipping into the sea
and not believe that we have a God handling all things.
Even your parents leaving you. Perhaps that’s why you
have such strength?”
Jeff took a long look at the sunset.
“We aren’t getting anywhere, are we?” he said apolo-
getically.
“You wanted to know about me and instead I found
out about you,” she smiled.
A Memory Unchained___________ 71
“You are very special, perhaps too special for me,” he
said.
“I’m me, just plain and simple. But God is pretty im-
portant in my life.” She smiled again.
Jeff didn’t answer. He stared at the sunset and the moon
slipping softly into the sea.
“And the man that went to that church with you was
special too.” He was speaking softly.
She didn’t need to speak, her eyes said it all. “Yes,” she whispered. She quickly changed the subject.
“It never ceases to amaze me, the beauty of a sunset,”
she said.
Jeff spoke quickly, “Guess we’d better go. I hate to end
this beautiful day, but all good things must end.” His flippant manner gave Pamela an idea.
“Oh no, not all good things!” she laughed. “How about
we take those fish to the beach house and I’ll fix dinner for you, even if I do despise fish!”
“Let’s go,” he said as he grabbed the lunch basket and
blanket.
They held hands as they walked along the beach to
the car. Pamela tried to hide her disappointment in his
ideas about religion but it was there in back of her mind all the time.
The candles flickered on the table as they sat relaxing
after dinner, enjoying the view.
Jeff got up. He bent close and kissed her softly on the
cheek.
“It’s been a wonderful day,” he said.
“For me too,” she pressed his hand.
“It’s late, should we start back?” he asked.
72 __________________Gloria Graham
She hesitated. “We could stay the night,” she stam-
mered. “But things haven’t changed, I mean, I won’t sleep with you. But you could use the guest room and tomorrow
you could fish again!”
Pamela blushed. She wasn’t accustomed to making
propositions to a man. She felt so out of touch, so foolish.
Yet, that was the only way for her.
“I will honor that feeling,” he said. Pamela sighed.
Maybe she wasn’t wrong about Jeff? It was a beginning
anyway.
In Paris her memories of Jeff made her even more
restless. She had just dropped off to sleep when a
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