I saw a family friend died who, admittedly, I haven't seen for years. She and her husband used to spend a lot of time with our family once.
She was one of the loveliest people you'd ever meet. Smart. Stylish. I felt sad, despite the years.
He was the guy with the cool cars. A blue Mini Cooper S. Then a white 1750. Then a silver 1750. He was funny and nice. He had the coolest house. He had a multitude of stories about how he lost the end of his thumb.
He was my dad's friend. He didn't seem like a dad type.
Then one day he bought a beautiful girl to our house, and he introduced her as his girlfriend. She was gorgeous. She was funny and nice too. She laughed easily. She loved animals.
They eventually got married. They had the nicest house in Canterbury and Basset Hounds.
But, one day they made a tree change to the country and I never saw them again. I wonder how life paned out?
I felt an ache, at her dying.
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