till we meet again
Sainte-Chapelle Reunion
Pamela and I were both English professors at our small university, but she was more than a coworker. She was one of my closest friends. We talked about every aspect of our lives—the good times and bad, but especially the good times. Her son Danny’s engagement, her trip to Paris. She even brought me back a CD. “A record of this concert we heard performed at the most exquisite medieval chapel called Sainte-Chapelle,” she said. I
