I Returned to the Same Diner Every Birthday

him for it?”

I touched the warm ring.

“No. If anything, I love him more. Which is wonderfully maddening.”

“I think he hoped you’d say that.”

“Would you meet me here next year?” I asked, looking outside.

“Same time?”

“Yes. Same booth.”

“I’d like that very much,” he said. “My parents are gone. I don’t have anyone else.”

“Then how about every week, Hart?”

He looked continue reading …