Charles stood in the mirror, giving himself one more “once over” before he turned to head for the door. As he did so he felt himself reach and twist his ring finger as he did for so many years when he had a ring to twirl. “I’m sorry Helen. You’ll always be my number one girl.” He almost called and canceled right then, feeling the memories of his 38 year marriage swell and swirl around him. But he knew Helen would’ve wanted most for Charles to find joy again. Answering himself and Helen he murmured in his husky voice “oh well alright I’ll go, but I’ll think about you the whole time”. And with that Charles took the next steps through the door; closing a chapter of his life he never imagined would end.
Sheila was already seated at the table. She was rearranging and straightening the already perfectly placed silverware and smoothing the tablecloth. She, too, was questioning her sanity when she agreed to this. Just as she was looking to the door, a man her age walked through.