At 82, I Found

an unfinished romance.

He had not wanted to be the ordinary villain of a faithful woman’s lonely life.

The next morning, Frank called Diane.

She answered cautiously.

“Dad?”

“I need you to come over,” he said.

“Are you okay?”

“No.”

A pause.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

Diane arrived with Peter. Frank had not asked for Peter, but he was grateful when he continue reading …