…Miss Blanche Heyward, opera dancer, would have made a superlative drill sergeant if she had just been a man.

One cannot live from one day into the next without changing. It is the nature of life. Small choices are always necessary even when large ones do not loom. I will change what I choose to change and retain what I choose to retain. I will even listen to advice since it is foolish not to, provided the adviser has something of value to say. But I will not choose between Anna and Lady Anastasia, for I am both. I merely have to decide, one choice at a time, how I will somehow reconcile the two without rejecting either.

And then, when I was at my lowest ebb, you came. And you somehow coaxed me into talking to you as though you were a trusted confidant. And then you flirted with me. For a few moments you bore me off with you to the sunshine above the clouds in a hot air balloon, wrapped together in warm furs and bound for a place far, far away. And then you kissed me.

Where would we go?’ she asked.
‘Far, far away.’ His eyes dipped to her lips when she moistened them with her tongue.
‘Ah.’ Her voice was a breathless whisper. ‘The very best place to go.

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