I sat at the dining room table reading the latest letter from my elderly pen pal, Mr. Elton Greta. Across from me sat Arnie, my husband. Having finished mowing the lawn, he’d made himself a cheese and sausage sandwich before going back outside to work on a boat he wanted to rehab.
After taking a swig from a bottle of Busch beer, he asked, “What’s new with the Greta’s?”
Putting the letter down, I said, “They want to meet me and would like it if we stopped for a visit when we take our summer vacation.”
Taking another bite from his sandwich, Arnie looked thoughtful as he chewed. Swallowing, he commented, “You don’t look excited about the idea. What are your thoughts?”
I shifted uneasily in my chair and looked around the room before finally saying cautiously, “Well, I’d like to meet them, but…”
Correctly interpreting my hesitancy, Arnie finished the sentence for me, “But, you like how you are both a mystery to each other right now. You’re also afraid that reality will disappoint them, or you.” Continue reading