into
separate lanes!
“It’s the worse mess I’ve ever seen and no one gets hit!”
She shook her head in amazement.
Rex continued their trip around the city.
“And this is the Louvre, we shall tour it next,” Rex
pointed to the very drab gray but ornate building ahead.
All the buildings began to look alike to Pamela. Every
building had its huge columns adorning an endless climb
of stairs and more stairs!
After hours of walking, Pamela’s feet felt as if she had
walked a thousand miles! Rex was still in high gear as they toured the endless rooms of the Louvre.
“You go ahead, I’m going to sit down and wait for
you!” she insisted.
Rex walked on to an area that intrigued him. Pamela
watched as a large tour group gathered in front of her.
The guide was explaining, “And this room is the room of
statues,” he said pointing to the room she was resting in.
The guide’s words jolted her memory.
A Memory Unchained___________ 35
She heard them the day the real estate agent brought his
client to view her beach house. She really had not wanted to sell. But he hounded her, insisting it would bring quite a price! Tom had left her with a small insurance policy
making it necessary for her to work.
When the couple arrived with the agent, Pamela
agreed to stay out of the way. It wasn’t until the woman
commented loudly on the bad taste in wallpaper that she
interrupted! They had not been concerned about her feel-
ings. Her temper got the best of her.
She promptly ushered them to the door, informing
them the house was no longer for sale! They left with their mouths still hanging open!
It was at that moment the shock of returning to her
beach house was gone. Tom’s memory flooded the room.
She felt his presence, his love surrounding her, comfort-
ing her.
It was a good feeling. She realized that she needed to
keep their place and his memory a part of her life.
She would never love any other man, she thought, as she
reveled in her memories. The time since Tom’s death had
been long and lonely, and not long enough to forget!
The Parisian guide ushered his tourists on. “And in this
room..,” he began. Pamela chuckled watching the group
of Japanese tourists pass by with all the different expensive cameras. “Just like home!” she thought.
She looked around her. The room was filled with male
statues twelve feet tall, of white plaster and without a stitch on! She blushed.
“If Jill could see me now with all these men!” she
laughed. Jill had been avid about the recluse her mother
36 __________________Gloria Graham
had become. “You’ve got to get out, be with people again, start dating! Please Mom!” she insisted.
Pamela knew Jill meant well, but it wasn’t so easy for a
woman of forty to begin the dating scene again. “I will, I will,” Pamela promised Jill. “I’ll really try to get out.”
“You know dad would never have wanted you to be
this lonely – you know that!” Jill had never mentioned
that fact to Pamela before. She was right, Pamela knew
it, but it wouldn’t be easy for her to start over. In fact she was scared to death.
For the past year and a half she had buried herself in
her work, designing clothes, working late until she fell into bed exhausted, too tired to care about anything!
She thought about Janice Monroe. It had been at her
recommendation that she landed her job at Orlands De-
partment Store. She owed her one, she reminded herself!
Pamela smiled and waved as Rex across the huge room
in the Louvre. Rex waved as he wandered into another
alcove. Rex told her he never got bored in the old historic museum. Each visit always turned up something he had
never seen before.
“No wonder,” she laughed. “This place is huge. I’ve
never seen anything like it!”
She leaned back against the hard bench. Her thoughts
were of Janice again, how she really owed her not one but two. It was her dinner party that pushed her back into the