The First Goodbye
“I’ll bring the car round to the front, my dear.”
“The sun is out, a nice day for a drive.”
She looked at him as though she didn’t hear.
“We must be home for tea at half past five.”
He watched her as they drove, her face a frown.
Still beautiful between the anxious mask.
She murmured, “Are we going into town?”
He’d hoped she wouldn’t take the time to ask.
“We’re having tea at somewhere else today.”
“A lovely place, I know you’ll like it there.”
“They thought you even might prefer to stay.”
“I’ve had a look, I know they’ll take good care.”
“I’ll come and see you every week, you’ll see.”
She nodded. “Will we still be home for tea?”
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