Reflections of Yesterday by Debbie Macomber Page B

Don’t mention this to him.” She hesitated and added softly, “Please.”
    The air conditioner kicked on, and soothing cool air drifted into Angie’s small apartment,relieving the intense afternoon heat. Barefoot, her hair swept up on her head, she filled the claw-footed cast-iron tub with water. Now that the money had been repaid, she could think about moving to a more modern apartment. The thought caused her to pause.
No
. Soon she’d be married to Glenn and they’d find a nice place to live. It bothered Angie the way Glenn escaped her mind. She did love him, she rationalized. She was confused, that was all.
    The tub was filled, and still Angie stood with her cotton robe loosely tied at her waist. The urge to locate her high school yearbook from her senior year drove her to the bedroom. She crouched down on her knees and dragged out the narrow, flat box from under her bed. Sitting cross-legged on the polished hardwood floor, she lifted off the lid. Memories sprang out and danced around her on all sides. On the top, in a sealed bag, was the crushed corsage that Simon had given her for the junior-senior prom. Those were the first flowers any boy had ever given her, and Angie had treasured them more than riches. Even when Georgia Canfield had sent Angie away, she hadn’t been able to part with these memories. Reverently she set the corsage aside and pulled out the yearbook she sought. With a sense of unreality she turned the pages and stared at the picture of herself as valedictorian of the graduating class. Had she really ever been that young and innocent? A sad smile touched her eyes. For someone so intelligent, she had been incredibly stupid.
    She turned the pages one by one and a slow smile grew until it hovered on the verge of laughter. She wasn’t the only one who looked young and innocent. Bob and Cindy were barely recognizable. And Simon—the gray eyes that stared back at her were so serious; his dark hair was several inches longer than the way it was currently styled. They’d changed, all of them. Without conscious effort, Angie realized that her index finger was brushing over the black-and-white photo of Simon.
    The doorbell chimed and shook her from the deep retrospection. A moment passed before she realized what was causing the noise. Stumbling to her feet, she tightened the sash of the thin robe and hurried into the living room. A glance through the peephole confirmed her visitor was Glenn.
    Angie unlocked the dead bolt and pulled open the door. “Glenn, I apologize, I’m running a little behind schedule tonight.”
    His loving smile was filled with a warmth women dream of seeing in a man. “I don’t mind,” he said, taking her in his arms. His mouth claimed hers, parting her lips in a deep,languorous kiss. Angie linked her arms around his neck and tried to kiss him back and found she couldn’t.
You’ll learn
, her mind assured her, and Angie didn’t doubt that she would.
    Glenn’s grip relaxed and his hand continued to hold her loosely. “I’ve had quite a day,” he announced, and kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m finding that I like being engaged, but I have a feeling I’m going to like marriage a whole lot more.”
    Tipping her head back, Angie smiled into his shining eyes. “I’m sure I will, too.” This man loved her, and she wasn’t going to let anything ruin that. “Pour yourself a glass of wine while I hop in the tub.”
    “Are you sure you don’t want company?”
    Angie’s laugh was light and breezy. “I don’t know. That sounds interesting.”
    She’d been teasing and was surprised when Glenn followed her into the bedroom. He stopped short at the papers, books, and pressed flowers scattered about the floor.
    “What’s this?”
    Angie hesitated. She’d rather not explain, but Glenn had a right to know. “I was looking through some things I saved from high school.”
    “In Groves Point?” His eyes met hers in a sober exchange.
    Angie nodded, sitting on the edge of