Eric Maroney, author of Religious Syncretism, The Other Zions, & published fiction
Don’t tell him,” she said, a towel draped over her shoulders, her head low, nearly sandwiched between her knees.
“Tell him what?” Servi asked. He had his arm around Joy’s shoulders. She was shivering but refused to go home.”
“That I almost drowned. That swam when he said I shouldn’t. That you saved me life. That I kissed you again and again and again…