THE SECOND CHANCE-2: SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE
I had left Marie more than three months ago. It was clearly the biggest mistake of my young life—since I was sent back from the dead as a thirty-year-old. Eventually—a miserable wretch and desperate to see her again–I phoned from right outside her apartment. When she opened the door we stared at each other for almost a minute before she ran into my arms. We held each other so tightly for almost ten minutes and when we kissed I was positive I had made the right decision—it was the kiss of a lifetime. Marie had called my name and yelled, “YES! YES! YES!” when she answered the phone—the answers to any question I had for her. My last two questions were: “Do you love me?” “Oh, yes, George!” On a roll, I played a hunch. …