“It’s about chocolate. My heart is broken.”
Arthur caught Cindy’s words. “They have more chocolate hearts where I bought one for my mother,” he replied.
“No, I can’t eat chocolate,” wailed Cindy. “That’s why I’m sad.”
Arthur had an idea. “How would you like to pick something you can have?”
When they arrived at the store, Cindy got the attention of a sales clerk by pointing to a heart among hearts.
“Do you like it?” Arthur asked.
It was the same question he would ask in years to follow. Only now they weren’t high school sweethearts but husband and wife.
Arthur caught Cindy’s words. “They have more chocolate hearts where I bought one for my mother,” he replied.
“No, I can’t eat chocolate,” wailed Cindy. “That’s why I’m sad.”
Arthur had an idea. “How would you like to pick something you can have?”
When they arrived at the store, Cindy got the attention of a sales clerk by pointing to a heart among hearts.
“Do you like it?” Arthur asked.
It was the same question he would ask in years to follow. Only now they weren’t high school sweethearts but husband and wife.
