She stayed with her husband as long as I convinced her she should. But he was an ass, & I was a gentle man. When she finally left him, she came & told me she loved me. We kissed good-bye, & when she got to her "new station in life" she began to live it up, no longer repressed as a Preacher's Wife. She called often to tell me of her "conquests". This is one of the last things I gave to her, obviously. Her perfume is "Gloria" (she never wore perfume until I met her.) This is the very first Sonnet I ever wrote.
