The winery barns on the hill above stood out like white paper cutouts against the darkening sky, and, even though clouds blocked the horizon, the vision of color and texture twilighting the hill and tree-studded horizon was nothing less than miraculous.
I quickly discovered that Ben was well known and well liked in the community. Many greeted him as Gentle Bear; others called him Ben. While he laughed and joked and introduced me to his friends, I tried not to cringe under their speculative stares.
“You’re causing quite a stir,” Ben said. “First, everyone thinks you’re Veronica, gone blonde and they’re surprised to see us together, since they’ve witnessed some explosive episodes between us. Then, when I introduce you as Marjorie, they’re blown away by the resemblance. This is going to be an interesting night.”
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