Love story

It had a lovestory in it, and his face would get bright red, reading parts of it, he’d laugh and shake his head in the middle of a sentence he thought was a little too true and tender for a football-coach to be sharing with his writing class. […] Real lovestories never have endings. The only way to find what happens in happily-ever-after with a perfect mate is to live it for ourselves. […] That’s why lovestories don’t have endings! They don’t have endings because love doesn’t end!

But Mam ignored him, skimming her reading finger down the leaf of her lovestory. […] She loosened her grip on the lovestory and it rewound into its watertight case. […] “I heard her tell you. And that all I read are lovestories.” […] There were never aliens in the kinds of lovestories Mam liked to read.

But this lovestory was to have a happy ending, for there, coming out of the darkness, paddling into shore, was an exhausted but alive young brave. The Ong was dead, killed by the poison arrows, and the Chief of course had no hesitation in granting the heroic young brave the hand of his daughter. And so ended an early day Tahoe lovestory. […] Movies that ran the gauntlet of themes from high adventure, psycho-thrillers, to contemporary lovestories and comedies. All with Lake Tahoe, or the Truckee River, or the majestic scenery of the Sierras in the background. The classic Tahoe movie is generally considered to be the 1935 adventure-lovestory “Rose Marie.”