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“You worry too much.” He turned to smile at her.

“You want to know something funny? I’m not worried. And that worries me.”

AJ slipped an arm around her waist. They sat that way for a spell, gazing up at the moon that was like some enormous piece of fruit ripe for the picking, neither wanting to be the first to break the silence.

At last she dropped her head onto his shoulder with a contented sigh. “When I was a little girl, I used to beg my parents to let me sleep outside on nights like this,” she reminisced. “My father would always give in. He’d help me set up the tent in the backyard so I wouldn’t get eaten by mosquitoes and let me borrow his flashlight. After he died, that was the end of that. My mother was always afraid some stranger would carry me off in the middle of the night, like the Lindbergh baby.”

“And so he has.” AJ chuckled.

She cast him a coy glance. “Is that so? Well, in that case, sir, what sort of ransom did you have in mind?”

He crooked a finger under her chin, gently tipping it up to kiss her. She’d been breathlessly anticipating this moment, despite her earlier resolution to nip the affair in the bud, but it caught her by surprise nonetheless---not the kiss but the intensity of it. There was none of the initial tentativeness of last time. AJ laid claim to her with his mouth and hands as though they were already lovers.

They went on kissing under the benign, unblinking eye of the moon. When he lowered her onto her back, she was only dimly aware of the grassy turf rising to meet her; she could feel nothing but the sensations that were like a slowly winding passage taking her deeper and deeper into a forbidden realm. Even her body felt unfamiliar, a stranger’s yielding to touches that from anyone else would have caused her to shrink in modesty.

Bit by bit, he removed her skirt and blouse and undergarments, each button and hook a small seduction in itself, pausing every so often to nibble and kiss and stroke the warm flesh underneath. When at last she lay naked before him, she felt as though she’d not only been stripped of her clothing but turned inside out, her innermost recesses laid bare. She watched as AJ hurriedly removed his own clothes. There was a moment, looking up at him silhouetted in the moonlight, a figure seemingly wrought by hammer and chisel out of something more durable than flesh and blood, that she was certain she was dreaming.

But if so, it was a dream she didn’t want to wake from. view abbreviated excerpt only...

Discussion Questions

1. Have you ever wondered if there's a story behind the stories told to you by your parents about when they were young? If so, what do you think that story would be?

2. In THE DIARY, sisters Emily and Sarah discover an old diary of their mother's when she is on her deathbed . Sarah initially feels that to read it while she's still alive would be an invasion of her privacy. How would you react under similar circumstances?

3. The diary reveals that the young Elizabeth was in love with another man before she married Sarah and Emily's dad. Do you agree with Sarah's comment that every wife fantasizes at some point about what it would be like to be married to someone else?

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