Mary sat next to her daughter and took her hand. «Sophie, you know we manage just fine, right? We’re good together.» «I know, Mom,» Sophie suddenly looked at her mother with a serious, unchildlike gaze. «But sometimes I see you crying in the evenings when you think I’m asleep.
And I want you to be happy, like Aunt Susan with new Uncle Nick.» A lump rose in her throat, and Mary tried to discreetly wipe away the tear that had welled up. When had her little girl become so wise?
«Let’s finish watching the movie about the robot first, and then we’ll tackle such serious questions,» Mary smiled, hugging her daughter. «Besides, we have to get up early tomorrow. You have a test in English, remember?» While they watched the old classic movie on the worn couch in the living room, drank tea with grandma’s cookies, Mary thought about her daughter’s words.
«Maybe it’s really time to move on. Sophie needs a male role model around, and for herself. She probably needs to learn to live again too.
Alex definitely wouldn’t want her to spend the rest of her life alone, remembering the past.» That night, after putting her daughter to bed and kissing her forehead, Mary for the first time in a long while pondered that perhaps their life could change. And these changes might be for the better.
«Mary Johnson, there’s a man here to see you,» said Mrs. Peterson, the school librarian, peeking into the teachers’ lounge. «Quite handsome, with flowers.» Mary raised her eyebrows in surprise and set aside the grade book where she was entering quarter grades…
«For me? Are you sure?» Absolutely, the librarian nodded with a slight smile. «He introduced himself as Victor, said you left your gloves on the bus yesterday, and he picked them up.» Mary thought about it.
Indeed, yesterday she rode the crowded bus after the parent-teacher meeting and, it seems, held the gloves in her hands, not in her bag. Did she drop them? In the hallway, a tall man in a strict dark-gray coat was waiting for her. He looked about forty, short-cropped blond hair with barely noticeable gray, regular features…
He held a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, and indeed, her leather gloves. «Mary?» he asked with a slight smile.
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