At 82, I Found

years whether you became the man you promised me you would be.
Evelyn

Frank read it once.

Then again.

Then he sat back and smiled for the first time since Margaret died.

That smile was the beginning of the trouble.

For two weeks, Frank and Evelyn exchanged emails.

At first, they wrote cautiously. Weather. Health. Children. The old town. Who had died. Who continue reading …