Pictures covered the walls…memories of happier times.
Sitting on the coffee table was the newspaper that held his
obituary.
“I’m sorry that I came to your house like that. I realize now that it was out of line,” she
whispered as she sat on the couch, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
He sat down on the opposite end and turned to look at her.
She always thought she was so beautiful.
But he knew asking her out would be crossing a line.
Their children were dating and he could just imagine his
daughter’s reaction to their parents dating.
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