…later Fletcher falls asleep with his arms around my waist and his head on my chest. I don’t sleep at all that night. Fear comes to me again and this time it is about Fletcher. I saw a letter on his dresser the other day that said he was slated to be at college on the twenty-fifth of August. I know people like him don’t stay put in places like Houser Banks. I am most of all afraid of this vision I have of myself, sitting in a house when I am a middle-aged lady, sleeping beside a man who handles me rough and doesn’t hold me when he dreams. I imagine I will feel dead from loneliness and my only happiness will be when I close my eyes at night and think about the summer Fletcher Greel loved me…
— The Summer Fletcher Greel loved me (Suzanne Kingsbury)
