In Time

When the kids were up, when I retired.

We kept banking it.” He turned his glass in his hands.

“And now it’s here, the later, and I look at us and I think — my God, Gin, we almost missed it.

We almost spent the whole thing being polite to each other and then died.” His voice caught.

“I don’t want to be polite to you.

I’ve got maybe twenty years left if I’m lucky, and I do not want to spend them across the table from a woman I’m being polite to.

I want my wife back.