Every once in a while I'd walk past our old street and see the "For Sale" sign in the yard. Two weeks ago I saw a "Sold" sign on top. I was distraught and went to buy some comfort food, mainly Haagen Dazs and Chips Ahoy.
As I was passing the frozen dinner section, on my way to the ice cream, I saw Jack. He was buying a frozen pizza. Before I knew what I was doing I was groveling before him in the store. I don't remember what I exactly said, but when I stopped to take a breath and wipe my eyes, Jack looked embarrassed and there was a small crowd gathered.
"Look," he told me as he helped me to my feet, "I'm moving to Montana next week. If you really want us to try again you can come with me. I have missed you horribly. Be at my house at noon on Wednesday and just climb in the U-Haul. We'll
