Five months have of Vivian divorced Charles. He became nostalgic; having isolated himself from home and any usual communication except few letters she wrote to Vivian. Both of them were set apart by experiences they could not share or do anything about it because he was not excused by the library organization for holidays. That was one important thing that hindered him from coming home. 

 The usual morning sun had started peeping from the eastern blue cloud. In the eastern blue cloud, the sky was marmoreal and splendid and the great eastern trade wind blew so hard across the land. When the strong wind shook the roof of the house, Vivian woke from her sweet dream of love, in which she felt Charles physically. When she woke, she thought that Charles was with her. She looked around the room to see him but she saw nobody. She realized that she was dreaming. Her dream had not been true. With trembling hands, she pushed open the window. She looked through the window of her apartment on campus, and saw students packing their bags and making their way out of the sch

During the summer holiday, Charles expected with all eagerness to hear Vivian’s response about his marriage proposal to her. He knew intimate things about her since he started courting her; her sobriety, gentleness and sincerity; and she would complement him as a partner in establishing a home. He knew that Vivian had already accepted him and his warm request but one thing he could not affirm was whether Vivian’s parents would acknowledge his passionate desire to marry their daughter.

 The Yankee University had resumed its last academic session, Charles and Vivian returned to the campus and behold, there were cheers and the peculiar freshness of newly married couples was upon them. They began to live under the same roof as a husband and wife outside the campus where they rented a house for their leisure time. Charles in this last academic session was writing his final examination, and was too busy like a termite preparing to write his thesis on his first degree in English language.

The next day had commenced with sunshine peeping from the eastern cloud, and the sky itself was marmoreal. This beautiful morning, Vivian woke from visions and dreams which occupied almost her sleeping hours of the night. Not even –a brilliantly morning sun could drive away the evil plans inside her against Charles. The desire to see Charles face-to-face drained her, as always. This time she found herself wanting to rant at Charles, if she did see him to demand that he came back from his oblivion just long enough to explain it to her. She soliloquized bitterly: “Why did you have to go away from me? Why did you have to get in the way you have chosen? Why the hell did you have