There’s been something different about Bill since he’s gotten back from Mississippi. I can’t put my finger on what he’s hiding, but he’s been nicer to me than he has been in years. He’s bringing me gifts and attempting to be romantic. Bill hasn’t been romantic since our first honeymoon, and even then it was obvious that romance just wasn’t his strong suit.
While I’m cutting up veggies for stir fry, Bill comes in with yet another bouquet of flowers. Hydrangeas, this time.
“Bill, what are these for?” I ask with a smile. I love hydrangeas.
“Flowers, sweetheart, or have you forgotten what they are?” he says as he kisses my cheek.
“I know what they are, but what are they for?” His hearing must be going.
“Does there have to be a reason?”
“There usually is with you.”
“Not this time…
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