His words came back to her. After the war… after the war…
Try as she might she couldn't recall the last time she'd spoken to Frank. Their relationship was going pretty well until she'd met and fallen in love with Donald Penobscot. The mere thought of the man's name made her shudder. She should have known that their so-called marriage wasn't meant to be. She should have seen it coming when their honeymoon was cut short. She hated herself for marrying him. For not seeing what she should have seen. And when she'd broken up with Frank, she had hurt him terribly. She knew that now, but back then she didn't care.
So many years had passed since then. Years she could never get back. But she could make amends. Yes, that was it. That's what she would do.
She glanced at the folded piece of paper in her hand. The ink had long since faded but she could just make out the number. She'd give him a call. After all, what harm would it do? Her heart swelled. She could hardly wait to hear his voice, if only for a minute.
Excitement filled her and she forgot all about the coupons, the Granny Smiths and the Red Delicious apples. And then she abandoned her card, right there in the produce section of Murphy's Market.
