Becky smiled. “I’m not a mind reader, but I do have the advantage.” She thought he was just like George the first day they met. Then her smile vanished. Damn you George, you left me. Will all this be worth it in the end? She sighed. “What’s in the black box?”
Pete stared into her eyes. Pressure gripped his heart. Vise squeezing pressure crushed hard. Tears welled up. He grabbed the box, got up from the table and walked it over to her. He laid the box carefully next to the glass of water. He sat back down and finished his salad, quietly.
Becky placed the fork down and eyed the box. She lifted the lid and pulled out the note first. The little fairy stood up and twirled slowly as the song “Sweet Dreams” tinked on.
My dearest Becky,
In all my lives I don’t think I have ever been happiest. You kept me going. You supported me emotionally, mentally, spiritually. On the days I doubted my own existence you applied logic and passion. I am forever grateful for your love and I truly am sorry that I am gone . . . temporarily. If number six is giving you this then everything went terribly wrong. I did mean to return, but . . . and we talked about this often . . . the waiter brought me my check. Luckily, you fell in love with a man with cat lives. I’ll wake up in the morning and forget who I am, but will have you to remind me what it is worth fighting for. Please forgive me and don’t be mad at me, or me. I am just a stranger in a strange land now and I need a guiding hand, a calm heart, and a cool head to help get through and beyond this.
Becky cried. Tears of pain, anger, sorrow, and love. She took the napkin and dabbed at her wet eyes. Then she noticed some of the letters were blurred from recent tears. She looked up. “You read this?”
Pete sat staring at a woman he hadn’t known long enough to love but knew he could. It was all that easy, yet all that hard. I am a man who has forgotten he thought. Will I remember? Will I want to remember? “Sorry, but George asked me too. Something wrong?”
Becky finished wiping her eyes dry. She took a sip of water and said, “Prax?”
The Android stepped up to the table, “Yes, ma’am?”
“Wine, please. Red. Your choice.”
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