her.

He simply waited.

When she finally lowered her hands, she looked at him and asked:

“What do I call you?”

His smile trembled.

“Harold is enough.”

Then she whispered:

“Hello, Harold.”

He bowed his head.

“Hello, Margaret.”

What Was Left

I stood there wearing Grandma’s blue dress.

The same dress she had dreamed of wearing to this reunion.

The same dress that had continue reading …