We met to soon.
Is that what happened to us, she replies.
He takes a sip of coffee. I think so, don’t you?
I never looked at it that way. You’re the sentimental type.
You’re tough just like your mother.
All those years ago. Why bring that disappointment up now? She reaches across the table. Would you like a cookie?
Thank you. I just want to make sure, you know.
Make sure about what?
That you know I always loved you.
Of course I know you love me.
What about all those years I was gone?
Your loss Frank. Your loss. Here have some more coffee.