At 82, I Found

hurt his eyes. He left it on the kitchen counter. Diane saw it while looking for a pen.

He came in from the garage and found her standing very still, the paper in her hand.

“Who is Evelyn?” she asked.

Frank felt like a teenager caught with cigarettes.

“An old friend.”

Diane looked down at the page. “She says she never forgot you.”

“That’s private.”

“Mom has continue reading …