Two hours later, it was four-thirty in the evening. I was tired of sitting, standing, drinking, and smoking, and I could not find anything to do. After we arrived at the port, we all got off, and I thought that she had forgotten me, that she did not care about me, and that I was just an old person from the past. She shouted my name from the ship. George, George I turned around and she was still on the ship, telling me to come back. I returned to the ship and boarded. The wind was strong and the waves began to crash with greater force at the bottom of the ship. I saluted her with my hand Hello, George Miller Hall, said she, did you not send me a letter saying that you wished to see me, and now the first thing you do is run away when the ship reaches the shore? I didn't think you were a man who would run away before saying what he wanted to say I said, "I don't run away, but I withdraw when my presence is not enough, and I didn't want to disturb you. It's your party and I'm the passing guest," she said. If you want something from me, you should ask for it, not be afraid to upset me I said what do you mean, I don't want anything from you And I said to myself, I want everything She said, "I mean, if you want to see me, ask for it in person, not just by writing in letters. Here I am in front of you. What did you want to say? Is it something important?" I wanted to say that it is a matter related to this heart that keeps me alive. Tell me if it is important or not! But I just said while smiling, in fact, I just wanted to talk to you. Maybe what I say will be something crazy. She laughed sarcastically and said, "I like crazy things. Come join me in the living room." I followed her and she was saying in a low voice, “I don’t like ordinary things, and that’s why I married an old man.” Then she motioned for me to sit. I sat next to her. Her dress was short, and her long, slim legs looked delicious as well, just like the chopsticks that were placed for decoration in a whiskey glass. I told her I got divorced,
She said yes, if you get married? I said yes and I have a beautiful daughter named Lillian She said I'm happy for you I said thanks, then I was silent I don't know why I started having trouble with my divorce, and I don't know why I mentioned my daughter, but they were the best thing I had and I always told others about them, until it seemed like a normal and obligatory thing for me to do. She was silent after minutes of silence. She said: Did you come to tell me that you got married and divorced and that you have a daughter? I said if all that is what I want to say She said If you came from Florida to Alabama looking for me after all these years, would you just say that? This is definitely the craziest thing I've ever heard
I smiled at her, and I was foolish. I prepared myself, perfumed myself, and wore the best thing I could wear, but I did not prepare for what I was going to say. I was not a man who paid attention to preparing his words before the date. I said while I was trying to ease my awkwardness. I was afraid that she would see me as a man without a family and a lonely man whom she would pity. I said, “No, definitely.” No. There's a good reason for that, I wanted to see you because I remembered you, and frankly I wanted to talk to you about everything, about the strangeness of this life, She said the strangeness of life? I don't know what you mean, George, but I'm glad you remembered me. It's good for a good-hearted man to remember me. This helps me. It brings me positive energy. It makes me feel like a good woman, too. She pushed her black hair behind her ear. She was wearing a diamond ring, and that ring alone was enough to buy everything I owned, and everything I didn't own. I swallowed a little whiskey and said, "Thank you for your time. I have to go." She said so quickly, okay, as you wish, but if you want to come again and say what you really want to say, I am holding another party after a week, and this time you do not need an invitation. The party will start at seven o’clock at night. I hope you will be there. I said, “I will see,” but I cannot. I promise you something before I go down, I told her Sarah She looked at me and said what? I told her with all boldness, that here I stand as a calm man in front of you, silent, but inside me there is chaos and a lot of words. I am calm because of my fear because there is a lot that is shaking me inside. She said, “I hope you will share a little with me next time before everything calms down and ends.”
Then I left, to Florida again I was watching behind the glass window of the train, the roads that changed and the buildings that were built Big cities frightened me, not because I am a man who is afraid of civilization, but I was afraid to see this life changing and growing. This reminded me that I had grown too, the large buildings, the light breeze filled with sea moisture, the beautiful trees that were striped in the shapes of butterflies and different animals, and the roads. Beautiful and polite people, I was missing out on a lot, and with this I realized that I was not living the way I should have done. It was frightening me to discover life in its other face, because I was living with life in a different way. I wanted to live there as a stranger and to remain a stranger as well. Abigail turned off the lights and said good night. I said to Abigail, “Before you leave, I would like to ask you a question.” She said, “If it is a scientific question, I don’t know anything, as you say, Sir George.” I said while laughing, “No, it is not a scientific question. I just want to ask you something. It is trivial.” George Miller , "Hall , would like to ask a trivia question. What is it?" I said do you believe in fate? She was silent for a moment, then said no I said what about God? She said maybe there is a God that I cannot know, because frankly I have not met him yet, or maybe God has decided to abandon me. I said what then about love? She said sure, I think we all believe that, as long as we have a heart we will fall in love You mean we have a brain because we love with it, you said? Abigail laughed and said, “I don’t care what science says about the universe, physics, or mathematics, but it won’t teach me where to feel.” She put her hand over her heart and said that I feel with my heart. When I love, I feel it beating quickly and almost stopping from sadness for the people I love. I’m sure of that. I said I agree with what you said
But why do you ask? I said that I just wanted to know that. I did not tell her when she asked that fleeting question at the time, but it was all I needed that night, to continue recalling the past. It was an unforgivable sin because I recalled the memory. I dug up her grave, after I had buried her a long time ago. I knew that I had opened Things are bigger than me, and I can no longer provide many justifications or answers, and I let Abigail answer in my place. I love with my heart too, Abigail. I turned to the other side, and I felt that my heart was starting to be torn apart. There were no tears, but there was a lot of sadness and love. Who needs to go out to resurrection again, I thought about that night so much I did not sleep, until in the morning when I knew what I would do, I decided to live in love with Mary Brooks, to also write to her to start everything over again with a new letter, but with one difference, Not to be George Miller Hall, who is over 80 years old. I will once again be a man who wins, and that makes me really laugh. When I was a young man, I thought Sarah Heather had married an old man, and that seemed disgusting, but now that I have reached this age, it seems something full of passion. I opened my appetite for life, and I decided to be that old man again in another time. But I decided to write letters to her under another name, and at another age, but I would be myself in my words. I would follow George Miller Hall, who wrote with his heart and loved as Abigail said with his heart. I called myself John Merle and no other name suited me more than this. I would be Saint John. And I will write again, but not for the sake of the Gospel nor for the sake of God or religion this time. Rather, I will write for the sake of love, for the sake of myself, and I will get to know the God who resides in love this time. I decided to be twenty-five years old again. Early in the morning, I went to Emily Walter, I wrote a letter to my daughter and the message was as follows:
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