Sunday, February 19, 2006
My husband is a romantic. I know this, not because of the roses I got on Valentine's Day, not because of his dedication--even on my fat grumpy days. I know it because of what he said to me this week regarding my neighbor.
She's a wonderful woman, a widow, full of vitality and life, but her partner has just left her.
Instead of the usual thoughts, my husband asked me in a very serious tone, "Do you think Bob has some terrible disease and has left her so that Betty doesn't have to go through losing another man?"
He should read or write category romance, the big lump :)