Mary guessed that now that he was married, he wouldn't be "hanging out" with her anymore.
Twirling around in her mind were the memories of Sunday dates spent on long drives, strolls through the park, going to the movies or passing time at the ice cream shop.
She knew that with a brand new wife and eventually a family, their dates would be a thing of the past. But one Sunday a month-was that too much to ask? One day out of thirty- too demanding on his time? Their time?
So lost in her reverie that she barely felt the moisture trickling down her face.
"You are acting like a big baby," she muttered to herself. "You knew it couldn't go on forever."
From a distance she heard a car horn. Then the phone rang and rang and finally the doorbell got her attention.
Twirling around in her mind were the memories of Sunday dates spent on long drives, strolls through the park, going to the movies or passing time at the ice cream shop.
She knew that with a brand new wife and eventually a family, their dates would be a thing of the past. But one Sunday a month-was that too much to ask? One day out of thirty- too demanding on his time? Their time?
So lost in her reverie that she barely felt the moisture trickling down her face.
"You are acting like a big baby," she muttered to herself. "You knew it couldn't go on forever."
From a distance she heard a car horn. Then the phone rang and rang and finally the doorbell got her attention.
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When they were settled in their favorite booth, he took her hands into his own. "What happened? Did you forget what day it is?"
"I thought..."
"You thought I'd miss Sundays with my best girl? Not a chance - Grandma - not a chance!"
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Story by Pamela Tyree Griffin
Photo by Anissa Thompson
