Another day we went back to Mon Joli beach, where we swam and laid sunning on a blanket. Haitian fishermen with nets worked out on the reef so we didn’t go beyond some kissing and stroking. We mostly talked, not about the past or the future but the freedom from hospitals, about the feel of sun and water, about the beauties of Haiti. By this time my resolution had become desolation. I knew that I did not want to go through life without skin to skin, heart to heart contact.
Ami and I wrote for a while after she returned to the States but we both knew this would not last. She helped me at that difficult time and maybe I helped her to move past hers.
I grew more confident and competent at the hospital and even took over as manager when Bob and his family took a six month leave and a doctor from the states provided medical services. Still, the increased responsibilities and frustration of not making any changes so I was happy to leave in July, 1965.