They were about my age, in their sixties.
Sitting across the table from me in the waiting room, I
couldn’t help but hear their conversation.
He was stout, but not obese, and she was unassuming in
a no-makeup sort of way. They were talking about their day’s schedule of
appointments.
The woman talked to her companion as if he were a
small child, and I wondered if maybe he had dementia, but it didn’t look like
it (whatever dementia looks like).
Suddenly, the woman looked across the table and
smiled.
“We met online” she confided quietly, like that
explained everything.
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