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"You
used to." She smiled.

She
turned to pick up her jacket, but I grabbed her arm to stop her. She turned
around, brushing hair away from her face.

"Are
you leaving?" I asked.

"I
thought I'd go back to my hotel and take a long hot shower and a quick nap. I
have to pick up Kyle and Sarita at the airport later."

Using
whatever strength I could find, I pulled her closer to me. "Please let me
have Sundays again," I begged.

She
kissed me softly and, placing her lips close to my ear, whispered,
"Sundays have always been yours, Jo."

About
the Author:

Originally
from the Appalachian region of Eastern Tennessee, Brenda now lives in Central
Texas, near Austin. She began writing in junior high school where she wrote an
admittedly hokey western serial to entertain her friends. Completing her
graduate studies in Eastern European history in 1971, she worked as a graphic
artist, a public relations specialist for the military and a display
advertising specialist until she finally had to admit that her mother might
have been right and she earned her teaching certification. For the last
twenty-plus years she has taught world history and political science. Brenda and
her partner of ten years, Cheryl, are the parents of three grown children and
one still in high school. They also have two grandchildren. Rounding out their
home are three temperamental cats and an occasionally conscious Bassett Hound.
When she is not writing Brenda creates stained glass and shoots pool at her
favorite bar. She may be contacted at [email protected] and welcomes all
comments.