He went for a ride on Saturday. Because it was Saturday, because it was sunny, and because they were still in love three decades after they first met, she went along with him.
He had only a vague idea about how to get to the library in Hardwick, and he knew he’d have to find it in the dark on Tuesday night, so they set out to find it together in the weekend sunshine.
Successful, he cruised past it slowly, thinking about how lucky he was that she was there with him; that she still loved him, dopey and obsessive as he was, even after all these years.
They took the long way home and he drove smoothly, singing along with every love song that came on the radio just to show her how he still felt about her; just to be completely sure she’d gotten the message.
When they finally pulled into the driveway, he looked over at her and found her looking back in a way that said she understood him fully.
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Writers’ Pantry #78