She was dressed for dinner when he came home. He kissed her neck and they smiled at each other as they sat down to eat. Over candle light and wine they discussed their day.

“Susanna came by this morning and we went out to lunch” she told him. “That’s good. How was it?” he asked. “I felt strange in a way, you know. But it was good to get out of the house.” “She always seems to know what you need more than I do, always has” he answered, head bowed.

“I think I’m ready to visit her gave, maybe tomorrow. It’s time. You might have to hold me up. It is so small.” She began to cry softly. He did, too.

After dinner, they did the dishes, went upstairs to bed and held one another until they fell asleep.

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