He met her at his cousin’s wedding and, surprising even to him, immediately asked her to dinner. It wasn’t love at first sight, or even lust. There was just something about her that intrigued him, a calmness that bewitched him, a grace that unnerved him, a pleasant face though with features that seemed slightly askew, like a Picasso drawing.
That evening, the conversation was comfortable. Over dessert, he clarified he wasn’t just single, but actually a widower. When did your wife pass away, she had asked softly, sympathy in her voice. When he answered “Last Wednesday,” she went suddenly silent.
That evening, the conversation was comfortable. Over dessert, he clarified he wasn’t just single, but actually a widower. When did your wife pass away, she had asked softly, sympathy in her voice. When he answered “Last Wednesday,” she went suddenly silent.
