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Chapter Forty-One


            of the same goals. We’re not afraid of adventure and we love to
            travel. And do a whole lot more. We love meeting new people.”
            He is so good at meeting strangers. “We both would like a
            family someday.” My heart is melting now. I’m trying to hold
            back but tears are trickling. “We dream of living by the ocean.
            We both believe something greater has brought us together.”
               I can’t control the tears any longer. I start to sob, gently.
            Gord moves closer to me on the couch and takes my hand. He
            puts the piece of paper down and looks directly into my eyes.
            “And Kelita - we love each other.”
               Oh God, yes! I put my arms around his neck and give him
            a huge hug. Oh, how I welcome this man’s touch.
               My voice is soft and a little shaky when the words finally
            come out. “Gord, I can’t even begin to ...”
               “Hold  on,  I’m  not  quite  finished  yet.”  He takes  a deep
            breath and stares boldly into my eyes. Is this it? Is this when I
            get the BUT? The reason why we can’t be together. In spite of
            all those reasons we should be together. Is this it?
               “Although there are many great things about us, we have to
            look at the reality too.”
               I nod without much conviction. “Yes, of course we do. I
            totally agree.”
               “You’re still married to Hudson.”
               My heart sinks. Oh God, I know. How could I think
            Nashville could just be swept under the rug?
               “And, at this point, I’m not sure if you still love him. In any
            case you guys still have a lot of things you need to work out,
            whether I’m in the picture or not.”
               I wait for Gord to offer more negatives. He stops talking.
            The air is thick with the truth.
               I compose myself and brush the tears from my cheeks. I
            wish I had a tissue but I don’t, so I just use my sleeve. I sit up


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