The café owner had already called my dog ugly when the stranger beside me asked him one question.
« Tell me, Christopher… does the name Victoria mean anything to you? »
Christopher went so pale that even I forgot I was supposed to be leaving.
Twenty minutes earlier, he hadn’t cared who I was.
That was the part I couldn’t forget.
Christopher went so pale.
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I was 74, recently widowed, and careful with money because Social Security didn’t leave much room for mistakes. That afternoon would have been my 47th wedding anniversary.
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