"i know that you love her," she said one day, taking me by surprise. "but i love you," i protested. "i know, but you also love her."
the other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. that night i called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "what`s wrong, are you well?" she asked.my mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. "i thought that it would be pleasant to pass some time with you," i responded. "just the two of us." she thought about it for a moment, then said, "i would like that very much."
that friday after work, as i drove over to pick her up i was a bit nervous. when i arrived at her house, i noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. she waited in the door with her coat on.she had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. she smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel`s. "i told my friends that i was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "they can`t wait to hear about our meeting."
we went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. my mother took my arm as if she were the first lady. after we sat down, i had to read the menu. her eyes could only read large print. half way through the entries, i lifted my eyes and saw mom sitting there staring at me. a nostalgic smile was on her lips."it was i who used to have to read the menu when you were small,&qu