THE LUNCH

August 13, 2013
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The man arrived early, as always. He was led to his usual table in the far corner. His hands shook. Would she show again? Here, this date, this hour, this 23rd time. He sighed. A flood of relief. There she is. He watched her take her seat at the table far across the room. She glanced his way. They exchanged nods. One year older. Both of us. She looks good. Great, in fact. She cut her hair. A bit of a shock at first. But good, it looks good. The man and the woman dined. After paying his check, the man stood, awaiting her glance from across the room. She fixed her eyes on him. They exchanged nods. The man left first, as always. Euphoric, a tear on his cheek. Their marriage was still perfect.

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