At 82, I Found

were.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Can we still go?”

She looked at him for a long moment.

Then she held out her hand.

Frank woke before he could take it.

Snow came early that year.

By December, Frank was mostly confined to the house. Hospice was mentioned gently, then directly. He accepted it.

He spent his days in Margaret’s chair, wrapped in her blue blanket, continue reading …