The theater Elizabeth had gone to, the beach home where she spent her summer vacations, all gone.
“Mom, you remember Bill. My husband?”
Arms crossed, leg bouncing up and down, Elizabeth turned, her glazed over eyes met Bill’s. “You lost weight.”
Bill had barely gained or lost a pound in twenty years.
Mom whispered into Bill’s ear. “Someone keeps stealing my garbage cans.”
Bill looked up at his wife as his mother in-law Elizabeth suddenly squealed with childish delight at the kids playing in the pool. Elizabeth’s keepsakes hung, out of reach, on the back wall of her thoughts.
Ohhh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY bus driver.