After her grandmother's funeral, Rebecca looked for me. Three days ago, Tori mentioned a kind woman named Giselle who worked in her new school cafeteria. When she added that she had heard a partner ask about my prom, Rebecca finally pulled up.
“When he said you were called Giselle, I wanted to know you properly,” Rebecca admitted.
I felt something unexpected.
Ira.
“I had the right to know,” I replied abruptly.
Rebecca nodded right away. “That’s right.”
“I spent forty years wondering if he had changed his mind.” New
tears came to my eyes. “I questioned everything. The way he looked at me. The promises. The life we had planned. I never danced with anyone else. I never got married. I just kept waiting.”
Rebecca didn't argue.
Instead, he said quietly, “My grandmother couldn’t undo those forty years.” Me neither. But I can tell you this,” she said, smiling in tears, “he never stopped trying to come back.
