“Anna?” I'm Walter.
For several seconds I only heard his breathing. Then a whisper.
Walter. Oh, my God.
“Anna, could I come and see you?”
After forty years?
I know how it sounds. But my wife, Carol... passed away a few weeks ago. Before I died, he asked me to find you. I need to understand why.
Silence.
When?
When you feel comfortable.
Another pause.
“On Saturday.
The reunion
Saturday morning
I drove four hours to Pittsburgh, with Carol's ring in my pocket. I sat in the car in front of his house for almost an hour before I encouraged myself to knock on the door. When he finally opened, his hair was already silver and soft lines framed his mouth, but his eyes were exactly as he remembered them. And, in a strange way, those eyes were familiar to me for another reason that I could not identify.
Walter.
