Two weeks after

DATE FOUR

Mr. Oliver lifted his cup to his mouth and took a drink. Sunlight reflected off his glasses as he slightly lowered his head, pulled the cup away from his mouth, and sat it on the table with a shaky hand.

"So, you are Summer's little sister?"

Spring smiled. She and Mr. Oliver spoke for over thirty minutes already. He talked about his wife mostly and she talked about...Dezmond. He was all she could think about still, a little over two weeks later, so she shared. What they didn't discuss yet was who she was.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry she wasn't able to keep your date."

"If she had, I wouldn't have gotten to meet you." He winked. "How is she feeling?"

Spring moved her stirrer around in her coffee. "Better. She should be out and about within a day or so. She just didn't want to risk your health."

"Mrs. Waltman, please..."

Spring looked past Mr. Oliver to where a nurse was running after a woman who was presumably Mrs. Waltman.

said, looking over his shoulder.

see," Spring said

be surprised at how many residents here can.

Mrs. Waltman dodged the nurse, it was clear that the staff at the assisted living home had to be somewhat fit to keep

I ask

Spring. "I started as her client. She was going by the name of Brittney. You see, my wife Clara passed a couple of years before then and I was still mourning. So, in my grief, I

danced together every other week for three months. The first dance class of that fourth

never told me

you tell her

shook her head.

his leg. "That was two years ago,"

of water hit her arm. She raised her chin and moved her head

drinks, you push," Mr.

pulled it and Mr. Oliver from under the table. The sky opened up as she ran, pushing the wheelchair as fast as she could to reach the wide French patio doors of the

said to a woman holding

one," Mr.

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