The widower

"I wish Cille coulda seen this," Myron thought to himself as he sunned himself next to the Olympic size swimming pool at the Sol Vista Retirement Village just outside of Miami Beach. After only two weeks he had met a lot of nice people and incredibly, he had to admit he was having a pretty good time! He was almost dozed off when a high pitched feminine voice asked, "Is this lounge chair taken!?!" Startled by the interruption, Myron opened his eyes into the bright sunlight and squinted as he tried to make out who was standing in front of him! "Well," asked the impatient voice, "is it taken or not!?!" "Uh, no," he stammered, "sure, go ahead and use it, Im here by myself!" "Thanks," she replied while arranging her towel and then lying down, Im Minnie Cohn, and your........" "Uh, Myron, Myron Baker, glad to meet you, is it Mrs. Cohn," he asked? "Was," she replied, "I lost Stu over a year ago, moved down here to get away from all that, what about you Myron, you married!?!" I lost my wife six months ago," he responded, "same as you, moved here to get away from it all!!!" She stuck her hand out and said, "Well, Myron, glad to meet ya!!!" For the next two hours they regaled each othe... Læs hele novellen