My wife tells me Randall called. She reminds me I met him and his wife, Gloria, at her class reunion a couple years ago.
All by David Henson
My wife tells me Randall called. She reminds me I met him and his wife, Gloria, at her class reunion a couple years ago.
“You never know until it’s too late,” my 90-year-old mother says.
When we get to the waiting room, our lucky seats are taken. We end up beside a talker.