Notes - family day/organizing scene 13 working selections

        Mid-afternoon. You are sitting at the St. John’s Pass Village and Boardwalk while Carol shops for a key chain. The temperature is in the low sixties here at sunny Madeira Beach. You were looking at condos north, up towards Indian Rocks, and are going to pick up a piece of ‘turtle’ fudge and taffy at the long famous Candy Kitchen (since 1950) on the way back up the beach. Yesterday, lunch at the Columbia (since 1905) yesterday, and the day before a quick lunch at Wright’s Gourmet Café (since 1963) on Del Mabry.

         Presently, Carol is walking the beach in light jacket, jeans and running shoes just north of the nearly vacant summer condo building. You are surprised she brought up the concept of buying a beach condo, more as a family gathering place rather than an investment, somewhere between Treasure Island and Indian Rocks as it is fairly close to Linda and Bill’s, a place for sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandchildren as well as nieces and/or nephews.

         This is doubtful, but one never knows, a reasonably fair priced place that could be passed on to daughter sounds good to me. There’s the investment in family, where a holiday home belongs. What’s it worth? Priceless in terms of memory. That’s what the Kiva condo is now and we are just happy and well satisfied renters to our old Mason friends, Chris and Larry Meibers. If we eventually find something fine. If we continue to rent, fine.

         Tonight you are going out to dinner to celebrate Bill’s retirement as you will not be here in January. Post. – Amorella.

         Home before twenty hours. You have spent time editing this Scene 13. Here is what you have – an incomplete working outline:

1.         After entering, Sophia anxiously sat down in the chair nearest the door. “I don’t think I have been you your privacy before?”

2.         Mattress on the floor early evening. The first connection. Eye contact. Sophia looses her garment and rolls onto her back. Eye . . .

3.         How would it really be, asked Salamon, if we met with someone who had killed our parents or grandparents?

4.         Mattress on the floor in the early evening. Salamon, lay on his upraised back, supported by his elbows and focused on Sophia’s .

5.         Salamon fell asleep chuckling. Later as he awoke Sophia stirred and mumbled, “Why am I not exhausted?”

6.         Mattress on the floor in the evening. Salamon is lying on the mattress with his back arched at thirty degrees leaning on his right . .

7.         What are we doing here, thought Sophia. I have too much to do, too many people to consider. Too much Mother, too much me.

8.         Mattress on the floor, late. Salamon with eyes shut lay flat out on his back in a rest mode. A slight noise opened his eyes to see . . .

9.        ?

10.     Mattress on the floor late evening. Sophia suddenly discovered that she was more conscious of Salamon’s right hand, . . .

11.          Conversation to write – Sophia & Salamon

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         This needs work even before transitions. I can’t find at least one Sophia = Salamon conversation I have done [9](at least I think I have done). Then I need a last conversation [11]. Plus, a last sub-section.

         Post, orndorff. Start fresh with this tomorrow.

         How I ever got through three books and almost half of the fourth I’ll never know. What are the odds (in this experiment) I would get this far? I wonder.