At 82, I Found

Laura. Their hands were clasped. Frank noticed because they had not arrived that way in years.

“Counseling,” Peter muttered when he saw Frank looking.

Frank nodded. “Good.”

“Don’t make a speech.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You had the face.”

Frank smiled.

The auditorium filled with folding chairs, winter coats, and murmuring families. On stage, beside the continue reading …