Henry was sitting, his hands on his lap. He looked down at them and they were old and wrinkled and didn’t remember ever getting old. There was a wedding ring on his left hand. “Tessie,” he thought. “Where is Tessie?” And he remembered she was gone. That he remembered. He was wearing his suit, though it felt big on him. The black one. It used to fit well and now, he was old and weak and small. A young woman was sitting next to him and put her hand on his. She was young and beautiful and this upset him. Did he remarry? No, he wouldn’t do that to her. He promised Tessie. No.
In Remembrance
In Remembrance
In Remembrance
Henry was sitting, his hands on his lap. He looked down at them and they were old and wrinkled and didn’t remember ever getting old. There was a wedding ring on his left hand. “Tessie,” he thought. “Where is Tessie?” And he remembered she was gone. That he remembered. He was wearing his suit, though it felt big on him. The black one. It used to fit well and now, he was old and weak and small. A young woman was sitting next to him and put her hand on his. She was young and beautiful and this upset him. Did he remarry? No, he wouldn’t do that to her. He promised Tessie. No.