Peete's Gate

Polly met the parson at the end of the paved road near the blue-gated entrance to the Peete estate. Although both were looking forward to the opportunity, but they found that that afternoon’s surprising weather was less than welcoming, and growing to be less hospitable with each passing minute. Disappointed as they found themselves, but reveling in the spontaneity of the moment, they eagerly agreed to meet again, perhaps after services and somewhere more secluded allowing for a more private conversation. The parson, being respectful of his own wife’s passing, had waited a full year before venturing forth gingerly into the realm of relationships. Drenched by now, they each scurried off in opposite directions, laughing and yelling “Run!”

But it was anticipation that ran high at the blue gate that day.

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