"Robert F. Young - The Dandelion Girl" - читать интересную книгу автора (Young Robert F)

and some of the drops were raindrops, and some of them were tears. How could anyone as agelessly
beautiful as Anne—as Julie—was, be afraid of growing old? Didn't she realize that in his eyes she
couldn't grow old—that to him she hadn't aged a day since the moment he had looked up from his desk
and seen her standing there in the tiny office and simultaneously fallen in love with her? Couldn't she
understand that that was why the girl on the hill had seemed a stranger to him?

He had reached the street and was walking down it toward the corner. He was almost there when the
bingo bus pulled up and stopped, and the girl in the white trench coat got out. The tightness of his throat
grew knife-sharp, and he could not breathe at all. The dandelion-hued hair was darker now, and the
girlish charm was gone; but the gentle loveliness still resided in her gentle face, and the long and slender
legs had a grace and symmetry in the pale glow of the November street light that they had never known
in the golden radiance of the September sun.

She came forward to meet him, and he saw the familiar fear in her eyes—a fear poignant now beyond
enduring because he understood its cause. She blurred before his eyes, and he walked toward her
blindly. When he came up to her, his eyes cleared, and he reached out across the years and touched her
rain-wet cheek. She knew it was all right then, and the fear went away forever, and they walked home
hand in hand in the rain.


The End