bridges that he was supposed to photograph. She offered him some iced tea and told him that she can go with him and show him if he doesn't mind. He said yes. After showing him the bridge she asked him for dinner. Ones more he said yes. After a while she fell in love with him. Since her husband and children were away she stayed with him for the time. A lot of things happened in between. He even asked her to travel around with him. She wanted to, but she couldn't. She said, "Yes, it's boring in its way. My life, that is. It lacks romance, eroticism, dancing in the kitchen to candlelight, and the wonderful feel of a man who knows how to love a woman. Most of all, it lacks you. But there's this damn sense of responsibility I have. To Richard (her husband, not mentioned previously), to the children. Just my leaving, taking away my physical presence would be hard enough for Richard. That alone might destroy him. On top of that, and this is even worse, he would have to live the rest of his life with the whispers of the people here. 'That's Richard Johnson. His hot little Italian wife ran off with some longhaired photographer a few years back.' Richard would have to suffer that, and the children would hear the snickering of Winterset (the town they lived in) for as long as they live here. They would suffer, too. And they would hate me for it. As much as I want you and want to be with you and part of you, I can't tear myself away from the realness of my responsibilities..." The things that she said tells me a lot about her. I think that she is a truthful type person. She knows what her responsibilities are. She knows what's best very
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