Love Story by Wanda Stricklin Robertson She was a child of the city, tenements and buses and stoop-sitting. Books showed her wide open spaces; the block-sized park was her forest. He was a gangly country boy, lost in the dirty city, here for just a while, saving enough factory money to buy some Alabama soil. The Lord works in mysterious ways. When two hearts are drawn together, what was before fades and love becomes stronger than logic. She loved him enough to come to this place of humidity and mosquitoes to raise their children, to make a home, to spend their given days together. That first night on this curious soil changed her, overwhelmed her; the new openness, the crickets’ songs as they walked in the Alabama night. She was amazed at the stars, different, brighter somehow as they lay on dew wet grass and planned their future, eons away. Rising, he walked to a nearby field, returning with a watermelon that ...
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