Their Greek Island Reunion. Carol Grace

Olivia, but he’d had a few rough hours out there at sea. It was a reminder that though he and Olivia were together in the same hotel room, nothing was the same at all. It never would be. Too much had happened. Too many harsh words, too many hard feelings stood in their way.

      There was a soft knock on the door to the room. When Jack opened it Marilyn was standing there with a white cotton nightgown in her hand.

      “This is for your wife,” she said. “Helen found several of them downstairs and I’m going around delivering them to the women.”