At 82, I Found

not newlyweds, Maggie.”

Her face changed then, not dramatically, not enough to accuse him. Just a small folding inward.

“No,” she said. “I suppose we’re not.”

He had gone upstairs to shower.

When he came down, she was washing dishes in the navy dress.

At the time, Frank had thought the matter was over.

Now, at eighty-two, he understood that some moments continue reading …