AT 76, I TOOK A BUS TO SEE MY FIRST LOVE AFTER 50 YEARS – BUT FATE INTERRUPTED BEFORE I COULD REACH HER

station.

“We’ll be here for about 15 minutes,” he announced.

I remained in my seat, holding the envelope with Margaret’s address.

I had already pulled it out three times that morning, afraid the ink might vanish the moment I stopped looking at it.

Then my phone rang.

The number was unfamiliar.

I almost let it go to voicemail.

But something told me to answer.continue reading …