"So tell me about her." she said.

"What are you talking about?" Hank was puzzled.

"You are single, and I've been sending you signals all night.  You haven't responded in any way.  Either you're gay, which I doubt. Or, you're still hanging on to something.".

It had caught him off guard.  He'd thought about her much lately.  The holidays had always provoked those thoughts. He'd remember holidays long gone.  He'd remember how she loved the holidays.  He remembered how she wrapped gifts and personalized them with so much thought.  He remembered how she looked in the wintertime.  He remembered how her blue eyes and perfect smile were framed by her long blonde hair as it cascaded down her shoulders, over her woolen sweaters.  He remember how well her blue jeans fit.  He remembered her being her.

"What was she like?" Janet asked.

He really didn't know how to answer.  He thought of her every day.  He thought of her in the most pleasant sense.  Though as every day wore on, so did the thought of having her in his present day life.  Though it should have been obvious.  She'd passed on a year and a half ago. He was still adjusting.

"She was Nancy." he'd answered.  He didn't know how else to reply. She was a singular woman.  He couldn't imagine anyone else being what she had been to him.
"She just loved."

"You still love her." Janet replied.

"I do." Hank said.

"That's wonderful.  Hold her dear." she said and brushed his hair back behind his ear.

"I do." he said again.

She held him.

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Later

Deaner