At 82, I Found

well.
Frank

He stared at the message for nearly ten minutes before hitting send.

Afterward, he felt foolish.

Then young.

Then ashamed.

He shut off the computer and went to bed, where Margaret’s pillow still smelled faintly of lavender shampoo.

Three days passed.

On the fourth morning, Frank found a reply.

Frank Holloway.
Of course I remember you.
I wondered for continue reading …