older woman wearing red glasses.
“Margaret?”
She looked up.
“Yes?”
“My name is Sarah.”
I hesitated.
“I’m Larry’s wife.”
Her hands froze above the keyboard.
“Larry?”
I nodded.
Her chair rolled backward.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
Before I understood what was happening, she walked around the counter and hugged me.
I stood stiffly in her arms.
When she stepped back, her eyes were wet.
“When did he pass?”
“A week ago.”
She looked away for a moment.
“I knew he was sick. I didn’t know it was that close.”
I stared at
