
Across the booth sat my wife of nineteen years. Over her shoulder through the window were memories from my childhood. The smell reminded me of breakfast with grandma. I glanced right in the diner and enjoyed this wistful return to the past.
Across the booth sat my wife of nineteen years. Over her shoulder through the window were memories from my childhood. The smell reminded me of breakfast with grandma. I glanced right in the diner and enjoyed this wistful return to the past.