Anna is trying..honest she is. There comes a time in life when you just have to admit that it's over. Life I mean. Age catches up to you, wrinkles here, sags there. When you walk down the street or into a bar and people just don't notice you anymore. So different from the old days. I think I understand why movie stars in their declining careers so often commit suicide.
Anna doesn't know what's happened to him, of course. And this time she may leave it alone. Perhaps after all these years it's the right thing to do. Or perhaps, sometime this fall, she'll give him a call and suggest - once again - they practice "Same Time Next Year".
Her life has been the novel she will never write. With all the cliches. She felt his presence....they were meant for one another....someday they will...what teen-age drivel from someone at the end of her days.
Perhaps, like Merlin, she lives forward and ages backward.
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