He opened the passenger car door and extended his hand. She
smiled up at him over the rim of her eyeglasses before reaching out her gloved
hand to his. One at a time she swung her legs out of the car setting her
orthopedic clad feet onto the pavement.
He waited as she gathered her strength. One hand on the armrest
the other safe in his warm hand she left the car and stood up.
Together, leaning on each other, they made their way to the door
of the restaurant where they had met sixty years ago to the date.
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