Mr Dardani said what he missed most about his wife, Lucy, was what she thought. Turning to her and giving her a strand of spaghetti out of the saucepanful boiling away: "What do you think? Is it done?"
I am sure he also missed very much playing golf with her outside, their clothes drying in the sun on the circular clothesline.
He said when they travelled to and from their place in Georgia, they put their clothes into boxes, paper bags. More convenient.
He smiled, his wife, she enjoyed driving her yellow convertible. I could just see her with her hair blowing in the wind.
In his house, he showed us a photo he keeps of her on their fridge. She is leaning towards her grandchild. The child is leaning towards her. They meet right smack in the middle of the photo, in a loving kiss.
I'm going to frame that, Old Bert says. On his face is the certainty that he and his gal have their whole life ahead of them.