She’s me.’ ‘Can you really cook like that?’ Velvet smiled, taking a long sip of her drink. ‘Every single item I’ve described is one I’ve...made.’ ‘Even the quiche?’ ‘That’s one of my best recipes.’ ‘You know, you really suck! How am I ever going to find a woman like Cary?’ ‘As handsome as you are, Gale, I’m sure you’ll find plenty.’ Her lighthearted comment brought his loneliness crashing down on him and he turned away, draining his glass. Maybe it had been a mistake to come here. ‘That’s the. The house had a long living/dinning/kitchen room that took up most of the place. Then to the side was a door, which led to her childhood bedroom.Next to that was the only bathroom. Her father had turned a small second bedroom into the bathroom when the house finally got water and power. There was a nice tub with a shower, but it looked newer than what had once been there.The bed in her room, was a queen size bed that Linda had ordered before she came up. Linda would move it later, once she had. She goes up to the counter to get some mints and asks the assistant the same burning question.The clerk responds, ‘Oh, I’d say 30.’Again she proudly responds, ‘I’m 50, but thank you!’While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next to her the same question.He replies, ‘Lady, I’m 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra. "I won't be long now, my son."The youth looked at the photo; it was of his parents when they were firstmarried. They were leaning out of an old 1940 Plymouth Business Coupe,mugging for the camera. Heath realized then, that there was more to hisfather than he had thought. Dying, his father had been waiting to seeHeath one last time. Now that they had reconnected, it could be time forhim to go.As if on cue, he mouthed the words to his son. "I love you, son."Tears began to cascade down on Heath's.