“What are you leaving behind?” he asked her.
“A cast-iron skillet,”
He looked quizzical.
“He gave it to me for our first anniversary. So many times, I wanted to smash it over his head. Never give a practical gift as an anniversary present,” she offered.
“I’ll remember that,” he said laughing.
“What are you leaving?”
“A mix tape. Music is so important to me, and I wanted to share it with her.”
“So, you gave her a mix tape?”
“No, I gave you mp3s but deleting them did not feel cathartic, so I made…”
“So, you made a mix tape to throw away. Seems like an awful lot of work.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
“I’m Mackenzie,” she said offering her hand.
“I’m Morgan,” he replied taking her hand.
He held it longer than customary, but she didn’t mind.
“Would you like to go to a place where someone else is using a skillet?”
“As long as they don’t play any of the songs from your mix tape.”
They shared a bottle of wine and laughs as they began building new memories together. Memories that in a few months’ time, will bring them both back, individually, to the museum to discard.