It was supposed to be a quiet Sunday lunch, but Elsie wouldn’t shut up. She kept going on and on; Bill was getting earfuls between mouthfuls.
‘Get over it,’ said Elsie, ‘there is no us anymore.’
‘But, I love you,’ said Bill.
‘It’s over. Move on,’ Elsie kept repeating.
Bill refused, raised his voice, got a few looks. Welled up with tears. She was driving him crazy.
He glanced over his plate at the young couple, smiling and laughing like he and Elsie used to when she was alive.
Move on how? It wasn’t that easy anymore at his age.