Epilogue

And even all these years later, Ronnie and I were still happy. She was not such a stickler on her faith that she resisted birth control. And although she was one of the ultimate rare things of being a virgin when we stood in front of the congregation and exchanged vows, that was only technically.

And we did compromise on three kids, a boy and two girls. My grandfather did make it to the wedding, but died the next year. And a few years later my dad retired, then moved to Oregon so he could help his mother. Finally selling the house after she died, a few years after she held her first great-grandchild, my son.

I had put in a few searches over the years, one advantage of working for a newspaper. Asking to be alerted if any article came up with Kimberly or Patricia mentioned. And early on when the Internet became a thing I did try searching them a few times. But the only mention I ever saw was Patty’s entry into a database of her graduating class. Where she listed that she was married, and lived in Missouri. I wrote a message to her on it, but I do not think she ever even logged into that account again. The last update is now over fifteen years old.