“I’m sorry, Nick. I’ll try to help.”
“Thanks, honey.”
“Hungry?” She asked brightly, moving to turn the flame on under the coffee pot. At his nod, she went on: “There’s some apple pie and I can whip up a couple of sandwiches, or something.”
“Coffee and pie is fine.”
“In a way, it’ll be like courting all over again,” she told him, in an attempt at lightness. “It’s terrible to lose the things we had, the memories. I can’t share them with you anymore. But we’ll make a whole lot of new ones to take their place.”
“I’m interested in the old ones right now,” he told her glumly. “Things have happened so fast, it’s hard to accustom to the thing.”
“I know,” she mused, working over the meal.
He looked at her steadily. “Beth? When did you last see me?”
“No, no. I mean, where was I going, what was I doing?”