Donald was never in two minds about remaining neutral - having based a whole religion, as it were, upon balance and detachment: a passion, in short, for dispassion.
Until he met Daisy. And she threw his caution to the wind - mainly because he fell in love with her, convinced that she was the most beautiful woman in the world and, certainly, more than he deserved. Eventually, they became engaged to be married.
But the scales tipped and Daisy ran off with Donald's best friend.
(Published 'Purple Patch' 1997)
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