And, as a comparison, we must revisit the scene of the kiss in an Italian poppy field. This was what she compared -- Cecil's kiss and George's kiss.
Which would you choose?
Lovely to remember and enjoy as I continue my solitary life as a writer.
We stood in the middle of the road, having walked together 13 miles that day and Claudine grasped my forearm. "Mais non! It doesn'...