I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled

squeezed my fingers. “Fair.”

We sat there in silence for a moment.

Finally, he said, “Would you come watch next Tuesday? I mean, once my stomach forgives you.”

I smiled faintly. “I think I owe you that.”

“And maybe,” he added carefully, “after Ruth’s wedding, we could take lessons together.”

I tilted my head. “Are you asking me on a date?”

“I am.”

I leaned continue reading …