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Show Moon - 204 going to do this. With some people, you get to choose how you're going to remember them. Then Gloria tells me she hasn't been feeling well and she's decided to move back to the cottage on the Oregon coast. She will watch the tide spray up from the circle of rocks and will think every day how lucky she was to have married the most wonderful man in the world. FLY AWAY HOME It was a long hard climb into the dome of the observation car, but it was worth it. The seats swiveled and they were plush and yielding. As far as Anne could see there was Arizona desert. Her vision was a little blurry, but she could make out the rock formations in swirling spirals of color: pink, orange, yellow, green. It was a landscape she could have lived with. It moved the eye away from oneself and took it to the edges of things, let in nuance, brushed aside distractions. Here, she thought, she might live longer. The book had said: M.S. patients do better in dry warm climates. She'd made reservations before she left home, and the timing worked out just right. Like the elm trees, the Silver Zephyr Special from Chicago to San Francisco was on its way out, but she was one of the lucky ones going for the ride. |