Nancy was growing bored and she turned to me and said, “Harold, how about we go out for a stroll, darling.”
It was more of a request than a question. The look in her eyes told me she knew that I knew what sort of evening stroll she had in mind. Not that I faulted her. Being cooped up in the house due to the pandemic problem that’s still out there.
“Where would you want to start?”
She thought for a moment then said, “Let’s drive down to Bruceski’s. It’s been a long time since we stopped by for a drink.”
We were in the living room watching a Netflix movie. The sky was growing dark outside; inside was warm and stale. It didn’t take me long to arrive at an answer.
“I’ll head upstairs and grab a coat,” I stood up. “What about you? You’re not gonna change?”
“On second thought, I think I will.”
I switched off the TV with the remote and then took her hand and together we made it out of the room.