The Past Is Gone, the Future Is Not Here Yet
All We Have Is the Present
He was forced to wake by the sun, which demanded all creatures of the light to begin their daily ritual of living. Jessie took longer to come to the breakfast table. She said she was sore and laughed. I replied that she requested that treatment and that, here at the Saint Francis s*x Spa, you got what you asked for. Again, like teenagers, we laughed at our promiscuous behavior.
When she was completely awake, she was ravenous. I made breakfast. We ate the hot food first. Then I asked her to lie on top of the oak kitchen table, the one piece of my past I brought with me to the islands. My grandfather had made the table when he was young. It has been in the family for years. I placed the fruit, bread, jam, butter, and
