"And what idea is that?"
Christmas vacation over they were sitting in the JFK airport departure lounge. He’d been reading Our Town. Assigned reading. She was studying the departure board.
"Thornton Wilder’s idea of, before you die, reliving your choice of any one day in your life. For me it would be the day we met. The day I first saw you.”
She didn’t say anything.
“And me what?’
“What one day would you relive?”
“I really don’t know. I guess I’d have to think about it. Do you think it’s going to snow?”