Date: June 6th, 1934 Subject: Agnes, age 28
My body began to ache as soon as I landed in Agnes’ backyard but at least this time it was bearable. I walked around to the front porch and I didn’t even get a chance to knock before the door flew open. She stepped out onto the porch looking just as beautiful as ever.
“Are you going somewhere?” She jumped at the sound of my voice. “I don’t know whether to hug you or beat you senseless with my purse.” She sighed irritably. “I wouldn’t mind a hug.” I teased but Agnes wasn’t in the mood for my jokes. “What are you doing here, James?” She asked tiredly. “It’s been three years since I saw you last…and you look exactly the same. You’re even wearing the same clothes. It’s uncanny.” She shook her head in disbelief. “Well…it’s a long story.” I mumbled as looked down at my feet. “So what is it then? You’re married? You have a family somewhere and when you get bored of them, you come to me? I can’t keep doing this…whatever this is.”
“There’s so much I have to tell you…so much I need to explain. But I have a feeling you won’t believe me.” I wrung my hands together nervously. “I guess we’ll never know now. But you shouldn’t assume anything, James. Anyways, I’m leaving.” She smoothed out the folds of her skirt. “I’m off to meet someone. He’s taking me out to dinner for my birthday.”
“That’s today? Well in that case…Happy Birthday, Agnes.” I told her as I lifted her chin and placed a light kiss on her mouth. A soft moan escaped her throat and instead of pulling away like I half expected, she wrapped her arms around my waist and crushed her lips against mine. “Maybe you should blow your friend off.” I whispered as I brushed a finger down her cheek. “I don’t know how long I’m going to be here but I want to spend every moment with you.” Without speaking, she took me by the hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I sat up in bed when I caught Agnes trying to sneak out later. “Well I-…I think I should sleep elsewhere so no one finds us together in the morning.” She appeared flustered as she tried to tie her robe around her body.”Oh, that’s a load of nonsense…I really think you should come back to bed.” I beckoned with my finger. She climbed in next to me and laid her head on my shoulder. After a few moments she said, “James…I’m in love with you. And I think I have been since the day I met you. But it should be a happy feeling right?”
I nodded my head in response.
“Then why does it hurt?”
It was time for me to tell her the truth.