“Do I?”
“Yeah. What’s going on?”
My daughter noticed the change.
I smiled. “I reconnected with an old friend.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Just a friend?”
I blushed.
***
Six months later, Walter looked at me across the table at our favorite diner.
“Debbie, I don’t want to waste any more time.”
My heart skipped.
“What do you mean?”
“Debbie, I don’t want to waste any more time.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.
“I know we’re not kids anymore. I know we’ve both lived whole lives without each other. But I also know that I don’t want to spend whatever time I have left without you.”
He opened the box.
