Tomorrow May Already Be Too Late
She sat beside me, asked about my life, laughed at my old stories, and spent the whole evening looking at me as though I were not simply a seventy-four-year-old man whose best years were behind him.
It had been eight years since anyone looked at me that way.
I understand now how much that look was worth to a lonely man, and how carefully it had been aimed.
Six months later, we were married.
Chapter 3 — My Children Opposed It
My children opposed it.