Diary of a Widower

Daily entries by a husband, who stayed behind with his two sons

‘When shall we dance?’

MONDAY, May 31 – In the schoolyard I get into conversation with one of the teachers. She was at our party with her husband and child. It’s a beautiful day and I’m in an impetuous mood. I remark that spring has gone to my head.

She tells me about her twin sister who last October went through an unpleasant divorce. I say ‘If she’s just as pretty as you are, maybe we should arrange to meet.’ She takes my suggestion seriously, and explains that she’s already told her sister what we’ve been through.  A sorrow shared, etc.

When I get home, I look her up on Facebook and send her an impudent email:  ‘Okay, when and where are we going to dance?’

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