Settling Old Affairs
She sat down across from him at the table by the window and folded her hands in her lap. His hair was gray now, but his friendly smile remained unchanged. He reached out his hand for hers, his ring clinking against an empty glass like a small church bell. She smiled and reached into her handbag, gripping her gloved, wrinkled fingers around a small, heart-shaped locket. She gently placed the golden heart in his weathered palm and curled his fingers up around it with both hands, smiling into his welling blue eyes before quietly standing and walking to the door.