Paul nodded. He was quiet for a moment. “Linda used to say that marriage is just a long series of ‘I’ll get it this time’ and ‘you were right.’ We were married thirty-eight years. I got it wrong about three thousand times. She kept score, but she kept it to herself.”
Elena said nothing. She just held his hand.
There was no awkwardness in the way he said it. No looking away. Elena liked that immediately. She was tired of men her age who pretended they had no past, as if a fifty-nine-year-old bachelor was a plausible thing.
Paul nodded. He was quiet for a moment. “Linda used to say that marriage is just a long series of ‘I’ll get it this time’ and ‘you were right.’ We were married thirty-eight years. I got it wrong about three thousand times. She kept score, but she kept it to herself.”
Elena said nothing. She just held his hand.
There was no awkwardness in the way he said it. No looking away. Elena liked that immediately. She was tired of men her age who pretended they had no past, as if a fifty-nine-year-old bachelor was a plausible thing.