"And who are you?" I'm your wife!" You are?" He pondered this, eventually appearing not displeased with the notion. "And where are we?" Darling, don't...you remember anything?" I don't seem to," he said. "I’m sure I’ve never seen you before in my life. And I have no remembrance of ever being called John. Although now that I think about it, I don't recall ever being called anything else either. The last thing I remember is...being here with you. There’s nothing else.”She looked into his eyes.. ?We played for about forty minutes. She was ecstatic; she threw all sorts of object for me to get and bring her back. She threw napkins rolled into a ball, threw some change she found in my pants, she threw my wallet?All the while the fetch game, she corrected my position, made me wait for her to throw, bark each time she would throw, petting my head when I was quick enough, treating me just like any one would treat a dog.Since she made me crawl so fast, I was sweating a lot, but, we only. " And that's good because?She could not miss the bitter edge to his voice, and it sent fear deep into her heart. They had planned on having most of the summer to themselves, at least until August when she had to report for pre-season volleyball camp. Robin and Ken had already started to work with her to improve her game before she reported, and she would miss six weeks of that if she left early. She knew how disappointed Cal would be. Not that she didn't feel the same way.For all of her. It stops a few minutes later in front of Virginia’s house. I get out and Virginia is standing on her porch waiting for me. “VIRGINIA!” I scream in excitment running towards her. “KELLY!” She screams back doing the same. We meet in the middle in an embrace. I hold her tight against me my hands on her back that was covered by a lovely red dress. My other hand on her head wrapped in her lovely brown hair. Finally we seperate, staring each other in the eyes. “How was Vermont?” I ask holding her.