Rain fell in sheeting curtains blotting out the world
outside the window. She stood on the dry side of the glass watching, waiting.
The note said he would arrive by three. Alone she swept the strands of her hair
back behind her ear.
It would be the first time together in forty years and she
wondered if he would still see her, as she once was, a lively, funny girl with
a lifetime of adventure ahead of her. Or had the years changed her enough he
would see her as she saw the world outside her window, grey and monochrome.
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