Chapter 95

I was getting close to sixty years old now. And, the more I thought about the life I had lived, the more I felt there was more I should have done to live a better life.

As I turned to my side to sip the cup of coffee that was on my side, I watched as my front door creaked slowly and then opened to reveal a smiling Sarah who seemed very pumped to talk to me about the recent event in her life.

“I met a very handsome man today,” Sarah informed me with so much enthusiasm as if she was ready to force me to listen to what she had to say.

“Tell me about this man that you met,” I said, trying to make Sarah feel a bit better.

I leaned back in my chair, intrigued by Sarah’s excitement. She perched herself on the edge of the couch, her eyes sparkling as she began her tale. “Well, his name is David, and I bumped into him at the bookstore downtown. We struck up a conversation over a book I was browsing, and before I knew it, we were engrossed in a discussion about literat