Abby hummed as she worked: Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low. . . .
Her mind was always full of memories, but lately they’d been running like a movie in her mind. Meeting Abe for the first time. . . .their first kiss. . . .wedding. . . .honeymoon. . . .babies. . . . graduations. . . . .marriages and grandbabies. . . . . .Abe’s final illness, robbing his body of mass and strength. . . .their final kiss goodbye. . . .
She stopped. Hummed “when the flick’ring shadows. . . .” She took her last breath, and went to Abe smiling like a bride.