Contributor: Cezarija Abartis
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They had courted under the branches of the oak tree sixty years earlier, and she wanted to bury him in its roots. But there were city regulations about burials, and in the end she obeyed. She even wished they had made love in the cemetery the way the other high school kids boasted they did. She and Hank held hands and walked to the library and back–hardly models of steaming romance.
Hank brought her a copy of Romeo and Juliet for her seventeenth birthday. “Well, your name is Julie.” He drew a circle in the dirt with the toe of his shoe.
“Does that make you Romeo?” she had asked, knowing he would be embarrassed.
“I didn’t mean...” He sighed. “I only wanted to give you the book.”
She patted the cover. “I’ll keep this always.” She held the book to her chest and kissed him on the cheek.
The book sat...
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Cezarija Abartis
