A Delicious Tale


It wasn’t just her two words, but it was the way she said them.

I’d spent most of the day hanging out with her. It was what I’d call a “delicious” day. We’d gone to the art museum in the morning, lunched together at a hip little downtown cafe, gone back to her place and laughed, talked and joked around for a couple of hours. But, now I had this nagging thought that I needed to get a move on. I knew my spouse would be home from work soon and expecting me to be there for dinner. So, I said, “Well, I’d better get going.”

Like I said, it wasn’t just the two words she chose, but the way she delivered them. As the words came out of her mouth, her whole body drooped, as if she were air-filled and someone had just stuck a pin in her. Her head slumped, her shoulders drooped and her arms and hands  dangled in front of her torso.

“Well, I’d better get going.”

“Oh, darn!” replied my granddaughter.