Dressed in an ill-fitting, outdated suit and holding his hat in his hand, Eugene collapsed onto the chair beside Daisy Mae’s hospital bed. His hand clasped hers.
“Don’t leave me,” he moaned. “I watched your favorite movie; Love is a Many-Splendored Thing, last night—alone for the first and last time.” His eyes welled as he sighed.
The corners of her mouth rose a little. She closed her eyes and exhaled her last breath.
Tears escaped and streamed down the creases of his weathered cheeks. He sobbed the words, “I know you loved this old galoot—till we meet again.”
“Don’t leave me,” he moaned. “I watched your favorite movie; Love is a Many-Splendored Thing, last night—alone for the first and last time.” His eyes welled as he sighed.
The corners of her mouth rose a little. She closed her eyes and exhaled her last breath.
Tears escaped and streamed down the creases of his weathered cheeks. He sobbed the words, “I know you loved this old galoot—till we meet again.”
